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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 15, 2009 0:15:08 GMT -5
*Chuck stared at the mass from below as he laid there.*
"That thing's growing, Adrienne," *he said, raising an eyebrow.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 15, 2009 0:18:35 GMT -5
"Oh it'll continue to." *She said casually.* "It really only stays down if I coat it in a special product from a certain farmacia in Florence, Italy, which is totally impractical and overpriced so for the most part I just keep it pulled back. The humidity isn't helping matters, of course."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 15, 2009 1:02:38 GMT -5
*He closed is eyes.*
"I like it that way better," *he said like an afterthought.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 15, 2009 1:06:11 GMT -5
*To anyone looking at her it would appear she'd gone slightly pink... but that could have been the sunburn. A few moments passed in comfortable silence before it was interrupted by a squabble in the flock of seagulls milling about down the beach. Adrienne watched them without really seeing them, her mind on other things.*
*Like the fact that Chuck was not wearing a shirt. Still.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 15, 2009 1:18:41 GMT -5
*Chuck opened it eyes, just enough to be able to see her and her pink face.*
"Red's your color but..." *he sat up with a groan.* "How about we head inside before we turn into another vegetable that I don't entirely love?"
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 15, 2009 1:20:31 GMT -5
*She laughed.*
"Not a fan of tomatoes, then?" *She teased, standing and stretching before gathering up her things and heading back towards the cottage, where she changed back into her white muslin summer dress and sat down on the loveseat with a glass of chilled white wine and a book.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 15, 2009 1:29:05 GMT -5
*Chuck had his valet clean things up. Once inside, he changed out of his pants into white ones and had replaced his white button down with a simple cotton t-shirt. He headed over to the wine bottle and poured himself just half a glass.
With one of those ridiculous etiquette books he had brought along just for entertainment purposes, he casually sat down next to her with his glass of wine.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 15, 2009 1:30:45 GMT -5
*This gave her pause. She'd assumed he'd sit on the armchair... evidently not. She took a sip of wine and adjusted herself so that she could comfortably read the novel she'd brought along--some American thing or other called The Scarlet Letter. It was supposed to be very good, but so far she didn't like it very much.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 15, 2009 1:36:00 GMT -5
*He glanced over at the book title and suppressed a smirk. He wondered how adultery would settle with her.*
*Opening his book, he almost regretted bringing it along. For some reason, the things that had at least entertained him failed and started to bore him. Somewhere between 'don't take your jacket off in front of a lady' and 'avoid situations that would arouse the passions', he dosed off.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 15, 2009 1:37:34 GMT -5
*Needless to say, she was even more surprised when she looked over and found him to be asleep. A little smile stole over her face and she pushed the hair out of his face before returning to her book. It was getting better--out of any heroine she'd read, this Hester seemed to have more spunk in her than the rest combined.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 15, 2009 1:42:36 GMT -5
*There wasn't much space on the love seat and he was beginning to feel a bit sore even in his sleep. With a quiet groan, he turned and leaned on her instead of the arm of the chair, his book slipping out of his hands.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 15, 2009 1:46:45 GMT -5
*Emitting a soft, surprised cry, she turned and looked at him, but this time she chuckled. She moved her arm so his skull wasn't putting pressure on her shoulder, rather on the softer place above her underarm and between her shoulder and collarbone. Once she had begun reading again, her free hand absently toyed with his hair.*
*He was adorable when he slept, she decided.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 15, 2009 17:56:48 GMT -5
*His sleep was dreamless and actually restful. The sun slowly began to set and though he didn't know it, late noon arrived.*
*The whole day had been so out of character for him-- especially after the several weeks he had spent with booze, contraband and more women than he had laid hands on in an entire year. Then again, maybe this was him. Something seldom seen but somehow more sincere than all of his usual antics.*
*His breathing was deep and even although he was slowly coming out of the deep sleep he had actually been able to enjoy.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 15, 2009 18:30:24 GMT -5
*Adrienne had just finished her book, and had liked it much more than she'd expected too. Hester--she was her own person, something Adrienne could appreciate, having grown up surrounded by subservient and meek women who seemed to only think of marriage (but also having had a father who'd encouraged her to think for herself and make her own decisions).*
*Nonetheless, she didn't move, not wanting to wake Chuck. She looked down at him--his hair was tousled and he still appeared to be very much asleep... and then she had a very strange urge.*
*She leaned down with the intention to kiss him on the cheek, for reasons she couldn't quite identify.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 15, 2009 18:51:37 GMT -5
*Her slight movement caused his mind to slip just slightly further into consciousness. He adjusted himself, his head moving just a bit.*
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