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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 13:26:00 GMT
I laugh, reaching down for his shirt before he pulls me over to the couch, slipping it over myself.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 13:27:29 GMT
"I'll never understand why you do that," I tell her, laughing slightly, picking up my jeans and pulling them on.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 13:33:54 GMT
"Cos it looks better on me," I grin, sinking into the couch.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 13:37:17 GMT
I laugh, sitting next to her, "Okay, you have a point."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 13:40:53 GMT
I grin, moving closer to him, putting my head lightly on his shoulder.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 13:44:23 GMT
I grin, moving my arm round her and pulling her closer.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 13:48:42 GMT
I laugh softly, burying my head into his neck.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 13:51:40 GMT
I laugh slightly, resting my head against hers.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 13:54:30 GMT
"I love you." I whisper, kissing him softly on the cheek.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 13:58:59 GMT
"I love you too," I smile.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 14:03:32 GMT
"Good," I grin, moving closer to him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 14:05:47 GMT
"Very," I grin.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 14:09:15 GMT
I laugh softly, watching the fire infront of us,"Glad we managed to do something cliched for once."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 14:11:01 GMT
"And now we never have to do anything cliched again."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 14:14:36 GMT
"There goes my fun," I laugh, jokingly, leaning my head back.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 14:17:00 GMT
I laugh, kissing her softly on the cheek, "Sorry."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 14:23:04 GMT
I laugh, bringing my legs up onto the couch and moving them across his lap."I'm sure you'll be able to make it up to me."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 14:26:00 GMT
"Hopefully," I grin, "What am I? Your footstool now?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 14:27:33 GMT
"Yeah," I laugh,"Not my fault you take up half the couch."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 14:30:20 GMT
"Pfft, not my fault you're so small compared to me," I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 21:04:57 GMT
"Yeah..well..stop growing!"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 21:20:02 GMT
"Maybe you're shrinking."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 21:22:56 GMT
"I hate you," I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest, and blowing my bangs from my face.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 21:27:47 GMT
I grin, "I hate you too."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 21:30:48 GMT
"Good," I mutter, keeping a straight face, pulling my legs back off of him, and getting up,"You can sleep here then."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 21:38:25 GMT
I laugh, getting up and wrapping my arms round her waist, "No, that's not fair."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 21:41:31 GMT
I laugh, as I feel his arms around my waist,"Too bad."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 21:54:55 GMT
"No, don't leave me," I laugh, kissing her softly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 21:58:27 GMT
I laugh softly against his lips.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 22:10:29 GMT
I grin against her lips.
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