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Post by Hannah on Jul 21, 2006 17:28:02 GMT
I smirk and look at her "enjoy the hour... then the work starts.."
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Post by Lana on Jul 22, 2006 9:28:05 GMT
"Aye", - I grin. - "Will be done!"
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Post by Hannah on Jul 22, 2006 10:19:34 GMT
I flash her an last grin and walk to wards my cabin.
~timeskip~?
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Post by Lana on Jul 22, 2006 10:42:35 GMT
(( I am leaving tomorrow morning, so - I guess - we'll RP when Ans comes back  )) |
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Post by Hannah on Jul 22, 2006 11:23:39 GMT
(moo okay!  when will you come back? did you have time to write another potm?) |
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Post by Jacky on Aug 1, 2006 18:30:47 GMT
Within time I start waking up, and I lazily mumble something unintelligable from my dream before my eyes flutter open. At first I don't recall last night immediately, until I realize that quite obviously, I'm naked. Which is (considering the colder climate in Europe) at least queer. Though soon the memory 'bout Scarlett resurfaces from my groggy mind and a satisfried grin creeps to my features. Ah, last night worked out quite well indeed. I lazily stretch and look around the cabin. The girl's gone, it seems. Though the bed's still warm on the other side so she can't be far.
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Post by Lana on Aug 4, 2006 15:53:30 GMT
Soon enough I open the cabin-door, walking in still wearing that sheet-toga and holding our breakfast in my hands. "Morning", - I grin at Jack and sit down on the bed, putting the breakfast-tray beside me, while I lean to Jack and kiss him lightly on the lips.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 4, 2006 17:05:35 GMT
"Hmm." I sound in reply as I kiss her back. I look at the breakfast tray out of the corner of my eye, and when we break the kiss a grin comes to my features. "Exactly what did I do to deserve this, eh?" I ask with that grin still on my face, and a suggestive eyebrow raised.
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Post by Lana on Aug 4, 2006 17:41:10 GMT
I laugh: "Go to hell and just eat that!" - I grin, knowing that he did deserve some good breakfast  |
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Post by Jacky on Aug 4, 2006 17:47:14 GMT
I grin and put an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me and giving her another kiss on her lips. Is this what you came back for, mate? I think to myself. ...Truly, I hadn't considered it yet.. but my reasons to get to England in the first place were lacking by far. Perhaps Scarlett (or more likely our past together) had more to do with it than I would dare to admit. It starts to get harder to deny it now though.
I break our kiss with a loud 'smack' and I give her a winning grin. "I wouldn't mind you bringing me breakfast abed every day, luv." I hint, before I turn my attention to the meal instead. My stomach's grumbling.
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when will you come back? did you have time to write another potm?)
