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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 13:12:14 GMT -5
She made a sound somewhere between a squeal and a squeak and fought to get her arm out from under Emmett's head. "Noooo," she giggled and laughed. "Not my aaaarm!"
That little bugger. Couldn't just let her mope in peace, could he?
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 13:16:12 GMT -5
He tried to hold back a grin as he watched her laugh, which was exactly what he wanted from her.
"I'm sorry what was that?" pretending not to her her. He dug his fingers into her lightly now, probing instead of squeezing and smiled up at her.
"Gee, Mary Jane. Look at you. What's got you so tickled pink, hm?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 13:21:16 GMT -5
She curled onto her side turning away from Emmett, embarrassed about how much she was laughing. "Oh, just the thought how how muc- AI! - I'm going to kiiiill you."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 13:25:44 GMT -5
"Kill me, huh?" he snerked a bit.
"Alright Mary Jane. I'm right here." he told her and continued to squeeze up and down her arm.
"What are you waiting for, huh? Something wrong, Mary Jane?" It was extremely rare that he ever had a chance to tease her even this much and he enjoyed the closeness and bonding more than anything.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 13:30:07 GMT -5
"EeeeeH-MIE!!" she squealed again, jumping as he squeezed her. "Stoooop, pleeeease! Come ooon!"
Power struggles were never fun for Caylee. And neither were mood swings.
"Come on, Emmmm!" she was begging him. "I don't torture you thiiiis much!"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 13:33:05 GMT -5
His hand left her and he nuzzled his face into her arm.
"That's a lie, and you know it." he pointed out after a pause, and quietly debated with her. What he'd just done was nothing compared to what she would put him through sometimes. How she could even try to deny that just made him roll his eyes.
"I guess it worked through huh? Look at that smile. I'm quite content."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 13:39:34 GMT -5
"Hmph, you are," she turned into a ball. "I'm extremely vulernable and weak. And I'm horribly sad that I was taken advantage of by my best friend. I don't think I could ever smile again."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 13:43:12 GMT -5
"Don't play that with me!" he reacted and cuddled against her.
"You make me feel weak and vulernable all the time!" he whined and kept holding on to her, afraid she was going to get up and leave him right there.
"I'm sorry!" he told her desperately and honest, now growing scared of what he'd done.
"I am! MJ, I just thought- I- You attack me all the time!"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 13:44:48 GMT -5
Smirking to herself, she rolled back over onto Emmett, squishing him underneath her. "And that's how it should be kept," she said proudly. She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head to look at the boy that was under her.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 13:48:41 GMT -5
...Did she just totally trick him and turn the tables in that one second? He looked up at her and immediately wanted to start begging. She knew his body a lot better than he knew hers and what he did know was she was aware of exactly how to make him jump. Just assuming what she might be planning- being sure she wasn't just sitting on him and that was all she was going to do- he reached up and held her hands gently but for his own security.
"I said I was sorry!"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 13:52:44 GMT -5
"Yes, I know," she laced her fingers through his and squeezed them gently. She snuggled her body in his, her legs straight against his. "And your punishment is having to deal with one hundred and fifteen pounds of muscle and body weight on top of yours."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 13:59:14 GMT -5
He would have sighed in relief and thanked the heavens if this...wasn't...totally awkward in every way. She was laying right on top of him. He looked up at her without a word at first, his face now calm, but an obvious pink. He wasn't so much uncomfortable but just a bit nerve racking. ...He might have prefered what he was thinking before.
"...Hi."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 14:16:49 GMT -5
"Hello," she was oblivious to his pinkness. She held his hands with hers on top of her own stomach. Her head was tilted back off of his shoulder and onto the pillow. "How are you doing?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 14:20:31 GMT -5
"Uhh..." he shrugged, not sure how to answer that. Honestly, he couldn't even say. He was fine, he guessed. He wasn't horrible.
Until he felt his stomach rumble and growl under her and his pink turned red in a blink, embarassed by it and smiled nerviously.
'Hungry' became the new unspoken answer to her question.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 14:23:01 GMT -5
"Someone's a little peakish," she smiled, rolling off of him and onto her stomach. She tilted her head as she looked at him. "Do you want to go see if dinner's ready?"
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