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Post by Lark Quinn on Mar 1, 2009 6:45:31 GMT -5
*Lark moaned softly as his lips met her skin. It slowed her hand, causing her to rest back against him for a moment, her eyes shut and savoring the simple pleasure.*
"Yeah." *She answered lazily.* "But don't you fret none. I'll still make sure you get your sweet feed."
((Sweet feed = oats and other grains covered in molasses. I didn't know if it was a common non-Southern horse thing.))
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Post by Jake Quinn on Mar 1, 2009 14:00:57 GMT -5
"I'm gettin' it," *he muttered with a grin, nipping her skin.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Mar 2, 2009 7:26:41 GMT -5
*Lark gasped sharply, squirming around enough to give him a playful shove.*
"Jacob Quinn. Talkin' like that..." *Her smile softened as she reached up to wrap her floured hands around his neck.*
"You're incorrigible." *She purred.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Mar 2, 2009 13:49:57 GMT -5
"Mmhmm," *he said, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose. His stomach growled, then, and he leaned back a bit.* "...but mebbe I'd better let you do your thing a'fore either of us drops dead of hunger."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Mar 4, 2009 13:06:21 GMT -5
"Aww." *She shook her head in mock sympathy.*
"I'd expect you to be a bit more stalwart, big as you are an' all."
*She turned back and continued in her task of biscuit making.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Mar 4, 2009 13:17:18 GMT -5
"Big's well-fed an' hard work," *he pointed out, kicking back in a kitchen chair so he could smile smugly as he watched her work.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Mar 7, 2009 7:26:53 GMT -5
"I bet." *Lark rolled her eyes, smiling as she cut out all the biscuits and bustled them to the oven. While they were cooking, she dug around in the pantry, finally digging up some jam.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Mar 8, 2009 0:18:48 GMT -5
*Jake took the jam jar and stuck his finger into it, then licked the jam off slowly.*
*Jake propped his chin on his hands, grinning as he watched her.*
"Lark Quinn, Ah am crazy in love with you," *he muttered.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Mar 11, 2009 7:24:18 GMT -5
Tease.
*Lark glanced back at him with a quirky smile before making her way to the table with the jam and a couple of plates and some silver.*
"Or crazy for bein' in love with me." *She teased, kissing him softly on the forehead before bustling about making some coffee.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Mar 11, 2009 11:13:50 GMT -5
"'sabout the same," *he said placidly.*
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