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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 20:16:03 GMT -5
((I know. Oh teh irony.))
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 20:18:17 GMT -5
((Ichy! I've got tears in my eyes from laughing... I can't even type...))
**FADE IN**
Ichabod dropped a kiss on Bonnie-Marie's forehead and rolled over, putting his hands behind his hand and staring up at the ceiling with a smile on his face.
I need a cigarette...
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 20:25:32 GMT -5
*stretches and, upon hearing a crunch, reaches back and discovers that the egg slime has hardened her hair into gross-looking chunks*
Oh dear. Maybe I should have waited till we were elsewhere...
*glances at Ichabod*
...nah.
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 20:37:35 GMT -5
Ichabod felt her gaze on him and turned his head to smile at her. "You should wear your hair like that more often," he teased.
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 20:52:35 GMT -5
((Sorry it took so long, I was talking to my dad.))
*rolls her eyes and giggles, then glances up at the counter*
Oh. We were making pie, weren't we?
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 20:55:07 GMT -5
"Well, if that's what you call it," Ichabod replied seriously, but his twinkling eyes gave him away. He got to his feet and tied an apron around his otherwise naked self.
"Where were we? Eggs, I recall."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 20:57:56 GMT -5
*blinks up at him*
Are you serious? You want to cook now?
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 21:01:35 GMT -5
Ichabod shrugged. "You mentioned it. I thought you merely wished to resume our previous activity." He raised an eyebrow, his eyes bright with restrained laughter. "I garner I am incorrect in my as-sumption?"
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Post by kayte on Aug 22, 2006 21:02:33 GMT -5
((That is a fabulous word. Disagreeumption. I love it.))
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 21:03:30 GMT -5
((Dammit, I was trying to fix it before anyone noticed... ))
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 21:07:41 GMT -5
Um...no, no, we can make pie, if you want. It's just that I never really wanted to, I only brought you down here with me so I could sex you up.
*opens up a nearby pantry to find an oh-so-conveniently-placed fancy dressing gown which looks very much like Emmy!Christine's, complete with lots of lace and easy access, and puts it on*
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Post by kayte on Aug 22, 2006 21:07:59 GMT -5
((No, it's beautiful! I'm going to use it in a poem. My teacher will love it.))
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 21:12:15 GMT -5
Ichabod eyeballed the dressing gown, never having seen anything quite like it. "What an interesting garment," he said. "Lots of bits and pieces. It must take a long time to take off."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 21:15:24 GMT -5
*narrows her eyes seductively at him for a moment but then gets over it, because come on, this is Bonnie-Marie we're talking about here*
What should we do next? For the pie, I mean.
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 21:21:11 GMT -5
"Well, you might want to get some fresh eggs," Ichabod instructed, "Perhaps three will do. And get some milk, while you're at it." ((Ichabod is going to go bye-bye after this... it's time for sleep. )
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