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Post by Lark Quinn on Jan 5, 2009 17:26:14 GMT -5
*Lark gasped indignantly. That was just the sort of sobering she needed. Twisting up to kneeling on the bed, she smacked Jake hard (but not too hard) on the chest.*
"Hell now. You don't have to be like that." *She pouted down at him, eyes narrowing for a moment as she studied him.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jan 5, 2009 17:32:31 GMT -5
*Jake's arms slid around her, pulling her down against his chest so he could kiss her properly.*
"Don't ya know better than t'wake a man when he's dreamin'?" *he said with a sly, slow grin.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jan 5, 2009 17:43:30 GMT -5
*Lark gave a hint of playful resistance before melting against him.*
"Ohh..." *She whispered knowingly.* "There seems to be so much I have to figure out about men."
*Lifting her hand, she brushed a lock of his hair back from his forehead as she looked down at him.*
"Are they all as difficult as you, or did I just get lucky?" *She teased.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jan 5, 2009 17:45:31 GMT -5
"You struck gold," *said Jake smugly, reaching up to twirl a piece of her hair around his finger. Also to distract himself from rolling over and taking her that instant. He hadn't exactly mentally prepared himself for the consequences of pulling his wife into a flush full-body cuddle.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jan 5, 2009 18:09:00 GMT -5
*Lark's smile came easy and she savored the warm of him as she rocked slightly against his well-built frame.*
"Uh huh..." *She arched a mischievous brow.* "Fool's gold, maybe." *She poked.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jan 5, 2009 18:10:02 GMT -5
*He kissed her gently.*
"That'd make you the fool, sweetheart."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jan 5, 2009 18:22:28 GMT -5
"Ah..." *Lark pursed her lips, as if deviously holding some secret there as her fingertips lowered to caress his chest, as if studying the fabric of Kip's too-tight shirt.*
"And...what exactly does that make you, to have married me?" *She arched a playful brow as her tongue slid over her teeth.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jan 5, 2009 18:31:35 GMT -5
"Hopeless. Or hopeful. 'Mnot sure."
*One hand tickled the back of her bare knee.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jan 5, 2009 18:50:19 GMT -5
*Lark shifted, drawing her leg from his touches in devious defiance.*
"Mmhmm. You can bet on the first one." *She teased, kicking her skirts back down a bit as she pushed herself up to pull a few pins from her hair nonchalantly.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jan 6, 2009 3:42:42 GMT -5
*Jake settled his hands on her waist, holding her gently. It still amazed him--how delicate she seemed, compared to him, at least. Even compared to Liz. Liz was what you'd call...robust. Yet there was a strength in Lark like nothing he'd ever seen. She was a fighter. His fighter. They'd fight with each other for the rest of their lives.
He grinned widely, reached up to tweak the last of the pins from her hair and pulled her down beside him, throwing one leg over hers to somewhat limit any means of particular struggle or escape.*
"Now who's hopeless?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jan 6, 2009 8:11:29 GMT -5
*Even caught beneath him, she blinked slowly as if in deep contemplation of his question. Then she nodded decidedly.*
"Mmm...I'm pretty sure it's still you." *She grinned, squirming against him in some half-hearted attempt to escape which mostly just managed to rub their bodies together deliciously and set her skirts awry.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jan 6, 2009 16:31:32 GMT -5
"I'll settle fer both of us," *growled Jake softly, nuzzling the skin beneath one ear. His hand found her leg again and gently settled to a slow stroke against her thigh, to the curve of her hip, the calluses on his hands scraping lightly against her soft skin.
He kissed her again, parting her lips easily, the kiss gaining a kind of gentle desperation.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jan 6, 2009 16:46:38 GMT -5
"Mmm...." *Lark purred, soothed by his affections.* "Is that what this is? Being hopeless?"
*Her hands plucked gently at the buttons of his shirt, teasing him slightly.*
"Or was there something...after?" *There was a twinge of hope in her voice, her lip tucked between her teeth.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jan 6, 2009 16:49:01 GMT -5
"After hope? Hellfire."
*Jake undid the top button on the bodice of her dress.
With his teeth.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jan 6, 2009 17:05:55 GMT -5
((O.o I so utterly <3 Jake.))
*Lark gasped, body quivering slightly at the unexpected gesture.*
"Oh..." *She whispered, her voice shaky.* "And...and...." *She couldn't find her breath, her hands more firmly on his chest as if needing the support.*
"Will it...hurt?" *She squeak faintly after a long silence.*
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