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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 16:49:51 GMT -5
And there it was, a spazz that shot down his arms and tensed and pulsed in his hands. He slipped his hands out from behind his head, setting them right above. He wrang out his wrists, and then fisted and unfisted them over and over. He felt sick, like he'd eaten something bad- but of course that wasn't it since he hadn't eaten. That was probably it- plus his car sickness from the way here. He was thankful he'd slept through it, that had helped.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 16:54:09 GMT -5
"Emmie?" her head popped up. "What's wrong?" she took his hands down in hers, covering them. Caylee held his hands until they relaxed, becoming still in her hands. "Are you feeling okay?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 17:02:06 GMT -5
He looked down at her, his eyebrow cocked. "...are you okay?" he asked turning the spot light off on him. He wasn't acting any different from normal, but obviously his face must have read him as more sick than he thought it might. Damn. "I'm just tired. A little motion sickness, but that's all." And some spazzing after taste from her latest acts of kindness.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 17:04:27 GMT -5
"Then you should relax," she let go of his hands and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, replacing her head where it once was. She let her body relax as well after becoming too uptight about Emmett's black-and-blues. "If you're not comfortable, we can sneak into the house and go up to our room."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 17:07:58 GMT -5
"Are you?" directly turning the question around to her only a second after she'd asked him. He was fine, and he was sure a change of beds wasn't going to make any difference- but she brought it up so maybe that was her way of saying she wanted to head in now. Though he was sure they'd get caught walking in. Maybe that was her plan, maybe that she was tired of cuddling up to him for now, so she wanted to get inside with false hopes of tipping up the stairs only to be caught so they could eat or watch tv or something.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 17:10:04 GMT -5
"Actually, I'm really happy here with you," shattering all of his paranoid thoughts. "I miss doing this with you. I really missed you, you know. I'm sorry about everything. Not being around, and about Ari." She had meant to bring it up again, she didn't want him being so sad about it whether he hid it from her or not.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 17:28:41 GMT -5
He lowered his head, the hint of a grin lifting his newly pink cheeks, more nervious snerks and snorts. He completely ignored the mentioning of this Ari guy and just soaked into the embarassment her other comments brought him. With closed eyes he stayed like this, letting his hair hide him from her. He felt like they were nine again.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 17:32:57 GMT -5
Caylee giggled at his antics and hugged him tighter. She brought up a hand to swipe away Emmett's hair so she could see just how pink he actually was. It brought more giggles out of her. "Emmie, you are some kind of wonderful," she said merrily, and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 17:40:22 GMT -5
Emmett immediatly squirmed and with a sharp flench his arms crossed infront of his face, his hands hanging over his head. Her giggling, her teasing, using his own common complement to her against him, and the peck she'd tried giving him. Talk about a spastic moment, the colour had grown from his cheeks to glow over his whole face in red. Not that she hadn't done this before- because it's not like he hasn't reacted like this before. He hated her and loved her more than ever at these moments.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 17:47:13 GMT -5
She giggled more, putting her hands on his forearms and trying to pull them down off his face. "Aww, c'mon, Em. Don't hide from lil ol' me," she laughed. "I don't bite... much." She loved sending him into those little spazzes. It was her way of knowing that he liked that she did. If he didn't, he would get all quiet.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 17:50:21 GMT -5
Grumbles and moans escaped him as he faught against her. "Let me spaz in peace." he begged still turning his head away from her coverd by his protective arms, a rarity of him admitting such a think. Or even addressing it opening as a spaz. Usually he'd never call it by such a name, but right now he was just focused on the worry of his face ever being normal again.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 17:52:54 GMT -5
"I don't want to let you spazz in peace," she refused, still tugging on his arm. "Come on, Eeeeem! I'll be lonely if you don't cuuuddle with meee. Pleeease?" She was enjoying what they had, what they were doing. She really missed him over the few days she was with Ari, and she felt so guilty about it.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 18:09:00 GMT -5
"Let me calm down!" he begged of her, knowing if he tried to just pull it all together right now, turn and snuggle with her he'd probably explode- just because it was even close to scientificly possible. And again he felt so much despair towards her that equaled with so much love all at the same time. It was a talent of hers to spring that in him, and even more so strongly that he'd notice it.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 18:11:22 GMT -5
She narrowed her eyes at him and gave him a childish mock-pout. "Hmph," she breathed. "Fine. I'll just be here. Waiting. Cold and lonely."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 18:19:26 GMT -5
"You brought it upon yourself." he stated matter-of-factly, as it had been her who put him in this state. And he had no problem reminding her so. "If you want me to cuddle with you so badly- stop pushing my spazz buttons." he commented quietly and caustiously- as knowing her the term would probably come up again in a few days or weeks to use right back against him. As she did with most of his simalure remarks.
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