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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 12:12:40 GMT -5
He turned his head to face her and stared at her without a hint of what she was thinking right now. He couldn't even read her, and he was trying. It was a nice excuse for himself to stare, though. His lips slightly parted, jaw together, his eyes were searching and yet relaxed.
"...Mary Jane...?" he called to her softly, even though she was looking right back at him.
"...Is your boyfriend going to like..come after me and kick my ass...?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 12:15:51 GMT -5
He wasn't her boyfriend, god dammit. They were just... complicated. But Caylee didn't have the want to voice that aloud, she felt too tired. She just shook her head, staring back down at the sheets.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 12:19:29 GMT -5
Would she stop being so fucking distant! Now that was starting to get to his feelings, wondering why she wasn't so much as even speaking to him. He stayed on his back and kept his eyes on her. He'd always known that she was absolutely beautiful but when he looked at her now it was like a whole new kind of beauty. Not being able to hold her against him now was hard. He chewed and chewed at the corner of his lip as he gaped, and wish she'd talk to him at least.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 12:24:16 GMT -5
She glanced back up at him, then took a double take. Her hand came up to cup his chin and with her thumb she pulled on the skin under his lip to make his lip come out of his teeth. "Don't chew on your lip. You'll make blood blisters," she whispered.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 12:31:52 GMT -5
He blushed like a scoulded child, and now wished maybe for silence again. He was embarrassed by her telling him that and now he probably wouldn't be doing that habit much more today if he could help it.
Emmett moved over just an inch towards her, and reached over giving her knee a light poke with the tip of his left foot. He wanted her to come closer. Kiss or not, he was still needy for the contact she usually spoiled him with.
"...MJ..." he called to her sadly. "...Play with me. Smile a little. Please? I'll do anything you want." he told her, his tone still small and lonely.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 12:35:55 GMT -5
"Don't feel like smiling..." she whispered, then turned onto her back, her hands behind her head as Emmett had been for the majority of the afternoon. She spoke louder. "Sorry, Em. I was just... thinking. I didn't mean to get so lost..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 12:39:49 GMT -5
He looked on at her with wide nervous eyes, and finally convince himself to move to her since she obviously wasn't coming to him. He was deathly afraid that she was going to push him off. So when he moved onto his side next to her, he wrapped his arms around her right away and held himself there. His head layed on her right arm and his head tilted down while he laced his fingers.
"Don't even, because I'm never letting go and you can't make me." he said boldy, but not really with a confedent tone. He just had to say it to try and convince her that he wasn't completely unconfedent in what he was doing.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 12:43:59 GMT -5
She found herself smiling despite her first comment. Her left hand came down to run its fingers through Emmett's hair and then go down to lay on Emmett's waist. She held him against her tightly, closing her eyes. She was beginning to realize that if Emmett wasn't leaving now, he never would.
"You better not leave," she replied softly. "I wouldn't let you."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 12:49:36 GMT -5
The longest sigh of relief escaped him from her comments. Not to mention her fingers through his hair, which he would always secret love, even though it made him feel silly and weak. He tilted his head to look up at her and without a trace of his own smile, he teased her-
"I can see you smiling." he pointed out, and was happy to see it on her.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 12:51:24 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed, and her hand left his waist. She clamped her hand over her mouth and continued to glare at him playfully. "'Nd 'ow oo n't."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 12:56:49 GMT -5
He glared right back at her, again without a smile of his own. He held her tighter in his arms and studied her sternly. Whether she was was just teasing or not, he threatend her intensely, all seriousness in his face.
"You better smile, because if not I'll make you smile." he warned.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 13:00:59 GMT -5
Her hand went back behind her head and her mouth was not in the shape of a smile. It was furrowed and slightly pouted. She stared down at him sadly.
"Why would I smile when you're talking so mean to me, Emmie?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 13:03:34 GMT -5
"Oh, I've got ways. You'll be grinning like crazy when I'm done with you, so you should just smile now and save yourself." he adviced her, and rather falsely since he had no idea who he'd even pull that off. He knew he couldn't just be silly and make her crack since Caylee was a fan of that 'see who laughs first' game and Emmett was always quick to lose.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 13:05:12 GMT -5
"Mm-mm," she shook her head, her pout growing bigger as her eyes grew sadder. "I don't want to smile now. You made me all sad and what not. With your mean tone. I don't like your mean tone, Emmie. It scares me."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 13:10:21 GMT -5
With his own growing smile now, he reached up and squeezed at her arm right where he had before. His head was still laying on her arm and he held her in place that way as he squeezed over and over.
"Come on, MJ, I just want you to be happy." he chanted to her, hoping this would work and he wasn't making a fool of himself.
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