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Post by Jacky on Jul 16, 2006 14:51:28 GMT
I laugh, honestly amused by this.. and actually quite impressed. She's back to her old pirate self again. And quite a pirate she is! I shake my head smirkingly, and put a hand over the pistol, so it's no longer aimed, "Firstly," I start, the grin back on my face "The gun's not loaded. Secondly, the safety pin was still on. And thirdly.. shoot the closet and I'll be missin' out on quite a sum of smugglin' funds, luv." I smirk. "So I think it's best if you keep your temper down, li'll hellcat" I grin.
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Post by Lana on Jul 16, 2006 15:33:41 GMT
I smirk: "I'll keep it down if you stop talking about Hawaian girls in your closet", - I place a soft kiss onto his chest, as I lie down again and cuddle up against him, putting my head on his shoulder and yawning. "Actually", - I yawn sleepily, - "firstly, why do you carry a not-loaded pistol in your belt? Secondly, I know how to unlock the safety pin. And thirdly, I want you to kiss me. Right now", - I tell him with a mischievous grin.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 16, 2006 15:47:24 GMT
(sorry I disappeard Had to vacuum.. and I gtg for a while now too, so I hope to cya later! otherwise cya in the beginning of August! XX) "Firstly, how am I supposed to answer and kiss at the same time?" I wonder, quircking one eyebrow playfully
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Post by Lana on Jul 16, 2006 15:54:29 GMT
( *hugs tight* love ya MUCH!!! have fun! ) I roll my eyes: "Oh, shut up!" - I grin. - "Kissing is much more important, so we do it first!"
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Post by Jacky on Jul 16, 2006 16:07:17 GMT
(lallaa just one post)
"Well if the lady says so.." I smirk and lean fowards, brushing my lips against hers. Our kiss is slow but deep, and when we break it we're both still out of air. I give her a lopsided grin.
"Now, on the account of answering.." I continue, and I take my pistol from her to put it aside, "Indeed, why would I carry a not loaded pistol.." I give her a cryptic glance, "Unless, of course, it is loaded and I was just trying to fool you? Or perhaps the reason that I say this is to make you think that it's loaded while it is not.. OR to make you think that it is not loaded because you think I want you to think that it is loaded while it is not." A satisfied grin creeps to my features "Though the real question is, does it matter? Savvy?"
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Post by Lana on Jul 16, 2006 21:19:09 GMT
( hahaha, not 'just one' ) "Since when am I a lady?" - I smirk and kiss him back deeply, inclined to show by this kiss that ladies never kiss so passionately. And, after his undoubtedly very clear and intelligible monologue about the loaded-or-not-pistol, I laugh out loud: "D@mn, I missed you. Really much", - I confess, finally confessing to myself that I missed everything about Jack. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. "You're right, the pistol doesn't matter as long as there're no girls in your closet", - I smirk.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 16, 2006 21:25:02 GMT
I raise my indexfinger, indicating that she didn't entirely get the message. I flash her a golden grin, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether the pistol is loaded or not.. so far I kept you from shooting the realistic or imaginative girl in the closet. Tha's what matters" I smirk
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Post by Lana on Jul 16, 2006 21:32:19 GMT
I grin: "Owh, so you think that you stopped me from killing that imaginary or real girl?" - I stand up from the bed quickly, so fast that he can't stop me, walk up to the closet and snatch the door open, turning to look at Jack with a triumphant grin: "Liar", - I laugh, and actually I am happy to know that he's lying.
Though, I catch his glance and... "Jack, look at my face, not at something else", - I smirk, 'cause he's definitely staring not into my eyes now.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 16, 2006 21:34:02 GMT
"What face, luv?" A boyish grin creeps to my features as I let my eyes sweep over her body. God, she's a sight. "Come back 'ere." I tell her, gesturing her to step back to the bed.
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Post by Lana on Jul 16, 2006 21:36:53 GMT
I chuckle: "I have only one face, note it, s'il-vous-plait!" - I wink and willingly join him in the warm bed. - "How does your wound feel?" - I ask all of a sudden.
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