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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 22:42:25 GMT -5
"I bit my tongue!" she repeated, holding her mouth. "Ow, ow, ow, ooooow!"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 22:46:25 GMT -5
He quickly sat up with her and tucked his left leg into him as he twisted to face her.
"Oh! Shit...um...are you...bleeding?" he asked wanting to lift her chin and see, wanting to rub her shoulder for comfort, or anything. Yet his hands stayed awkwardly reaching to her and then pulling back over and over unsure if he'd cause her more pain or be bothersome.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 22:59:20 GMT -5
"D-no, d-no," she lisped. "I dun't t-ink tho," her face was screwed up in pain. Her hand wanted to fan her mouth, as if her tongue was burning instead of being bitten. "Thit, it hurrrts."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 23:05:38 GMT -5
"Awwww, heh." his left hand went from his forhead to his neck brushing his hair back.
He smiled at her symatheticly- and at the same time tried hard as hell not to giggle over her new speech impedament.
"...Wanna put a bandaid on it?" he joked lightly. "I can kiss it for you." he smirked.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 23:07:47 GMT -5
"Sure, if you want," Caylee's eyes lit up, but she knew he was kidding. Dammit, Em. Why did you always have to get her hopes up like that? She played it off as a joke, though. She giggled afterwards and swatted him away. "Ged out of here."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 21, 2007 23:17:57 GMT -5
"Hahaheh..." leaning back as she pushed him.
"Will which one? And I warn you, I might not have any bandaids with me." literally. He used them all.
He moved onto his knees and moved her hair from her forehead as she'd done to him many times today.
"...Tho? What will it be?" he teased.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 21, 2007 23:23:48 GMT -5
"So, it's either get some nonexistant bandaids, or a kiss?" she teased right back. "Hm. That's a toughie. I might have to think it over." Done. Kiss. Please. Right now. God, he was being so damn cuuuute. He was lightly touching her skin and she could see straight into his blue, blue eyes. She loved his eyes. She could just drown in them.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 12:02:26 GMT -5
"Alright then." He clapped his hands together and rubbed them as if man creating fire.
"How would you like it? Meddium rare?" he offered. "Baked or fired?" he added. He smirked at her completely amused. He was just glad she wasn't still trying to force him asleep.
"Oh, and we also have giftwrapping now. It's a new thing this year." he teased.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 22, 2007 12:07:01 GMT -5
She snerked and scooted forward to sit on his lap, feeling the urge to just get closer to him. She had no reason except for a burning crush that was only getting fueled at the moment. She sat in his lap and buried her face into his neck. "My tongue still hurts," she muttered.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 12:12:49 GMT -5
He sat back on his ankles as she moved on to him, and soon adjusted himself so his legs were crossed under her. He grinned from her breath and her skin against his neck while she talked. He lifted his chin and gently rested his head against hers.
"Awwww I'm sorryyyy...." keeping his smile but his brows frowned.
"I told you I'd kiss it for you." he chuckled lightly.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 22, 2007 12:15:32 GMT -5
"The options confused me," she muttered. "Baked... fried. Giftwrapping? It's all too much. I'm so confused about it all. And all that medium rare stuff? I kinda like it tender, but I don't want to get sick. Too many options, Emmie."
She closed her eyes, adjusting against him as she turned her head so he wouldn't be bothered by her breathing on his skin.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 12:19:10 GMT -5
"Heh, would you stop fussing?" talking about both her complaints and her movement. He pushed agaist the mattress and adjusted himself now, uneasy from her own adjustments.
"Fine, you know. I try to do something nice. I offer my services." now with a slight pout, "And I'm so under appreciated. Under appreciated...and underpaid!" he pointed out sadly.
"I try to help all the time, and I don't even get rewarded for my work."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 22, 2007 12:20:58 GMT -5
"Eeeeemmie," she whined into him. "I reward you all the tiiiime. This. This is a reward, no? You don't think me cuddling with you is a reward? I think it is for me. And you are very much appreciated. Fine then, how would you like to be rewarded?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 22, 2007 12:23:52 GMT -5
It was terribly hard not to fall under guilt from her, but he kept it up.
"All I ask for is a little respect, ya know..." he told her softly.
"Something to say- hey, you done good kid." he gave a fake little sniffle and hid in her hair. A great excuse just to barry his face in it, and he put his arms around her to keep her up on him, his fingers laced with eachother.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 22, 2007 12:27:41 GMT -5
She smiled into his neck softly and giggled. She leaned her head back so she could look up at him. At his gorgeous sky blue eyes. "Hey Emmie?"
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