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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 2:35:59 GMT
"I don't know, nothing. Like we usually do. We agrue Ian, it's what we do. You tell me when I'm out of line and being a complete bitch, and I tell you when your being a jackass, which you are 99% of the time. It's what we do." I smile weakly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 12:43:07 GMT
"Yeah," I smile weakly, "I guess it is. Must be getting pretty good at it now."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 17:40:58 GMT
"We've always been good at it."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 17:42:23 GMT
"True."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 17:43:42 GMT
I smile weakly, looking back down,"So where does this leave us?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 17:54:58 GMT
"I don't know." I say, "Where do we want it to?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 18:02:13 GMT
What kind of question is that? We both know where we want it to.
I bite my lip slightly,"I'm..not sure."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 18:04:37 GMT
Just say it. You know exactly what you want.
I drop my gaze to the floor. "This is kind of stupid."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 18:07:14 GMT
Go on, say it. Come on, what are you waiting for?
"What's stupid?" I mutter, jamming my hands into my pockets.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 18:08:57 GMT
"This conversation. We both know what we want." I mutter.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 18:12:10 GMT
"I want you." I whisper.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 18:13:01 GMT
"And I want you," I say quietly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 18:17:41 GMT
So why am I so scared then?
I take a step towards him, taking his hand.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 18:19:20 GMT
I squeeze her hand lightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 18:23:19 GMT
I smile weakly, blinking the tears that had formed in my eyes away.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 18:26:47 GMT
I smile weakly back, then look back at the floor, not sure what to say.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 18:29:58 GMT
"We always end up here, you realize that? Third time, I think."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 18:32:08 GMT
"Third time lucky or something."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 18:38:54 GMT
"Yeah, luck." I mutter, still holding onto his hand.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 18:42:51 GMT
I nod slightly, keeping hold of her hand.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 18:49:00 GMT
"Please say something." I plead.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 18:50:14 GMT
"Like what?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 18:53:35 GMT
"I don't know anything. Silence is killing me here."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 18:56:42 GMT
"Well, I'm saying something now."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 18:59:22 GMT
I nod, really not wanting to agure anymore, moving slightly closer to him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 19:01:00 GMT
I put my arms round her out of habit.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 19:03:50 GMT
I smile weakly, burying my head into his neck.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 19:07:29 GMT
I keep my arms round her, rubbing her back lightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Aug 8, 2007 19:09:32 GMT
I move my arms up round his neck, hugging him tightly, glad to be back in his arms.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 19:11:01 GMT
I kiss her lightly on the cheek.
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