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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 10:25:16 GMT -4
Seraphim made a face at the memory, scrunching her nose up, and giving her head a firm shaking. "Can we not talk about this? That is fucking gross, you're going to make me throw my wine up all over your gorgeous, cleavage flaunting shirt. And I'd hate that," the brunette murmured over the music, shuddering again. "That dance was horrible, and ballet wasn't much better. Although I guess it could have been worse," she sighed, shifting her grip some around Leigh's waist, as she casually led them into their dance, slow and steady.
"Just follow my lead, by the way. It's simple."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 29, 2008 11:06:43 GMT -4
Leigh scrunched up her nose. If there was one thing she really couldn't tolerate, it was someone throwing up. "I'll be good," she replied firmly, allowing her body to follow Sera's movements. The less her mind was involved in the equation, the better she'd do, and she knew it. "I'll also take it you like my shirt then," Leigh noted, looking down. "I like it, too."
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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 11:17:11 GMT -4
"As if you didn't know I'd like it the minute you picked it out," Sera replied coolly, without glancing down at the other girl's choice in attire. She'd already had quite an eyeful on the couch. "And you'd better be good, otherwise all of this wine sloshing around inside of me, might come up on top of you. And as my henchwoman, you'd be expected to smile, nod, and hold my hair, and so on. Actually, even just as my best friend, you'd be expected to do that."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 29, 2008 11:27:20 GMT -4
Leigh stuck out her tongue. "Hey, I didn't buy this top for you. Okay," she admitted feeling a little grumpy, "I didn't buy it solely for you. Sometimes I just like to feel pretty. And you know I'd be there, holding hair with a glass of water in hand. But I wouldn't like it. I can't stand when people get sick. Just the sound of it," she shuddered lightly. "Ick."
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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 22:36:00 GMT -4
"You bought this top for me," Sera replied softly, smirking as she pressed herself just a bit more firmly up to Leigh's body, as they moved throughout their dance. "And yes, mon amour, I know that you don't like people getting sick. I wouldn't do that to you, really, I wouldn't. Although if you took care of me, I guess I'd be fairly in debt to you, wouldn't I? What would I owe you?"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 11:25:52 GMT -4
"Oh, I can think of a few things," Leigh said softly, dipping down to steal a kiss, still allowing her body to sway naturally with Sera's. "But I don't think you'd mind, miss. In fact, if you want, we can just skip the whole sick part in the first place and get to the rest."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 13:35:45 GMT -4
"I've said it before, and I'll say it again; you have the sex drive of a pre-pubescent boy. Everything turns sexual for you, doesn't it?" Sera whispered, leaning close against the blonde, to speak close to her ear. "Not that I'd mind, you're right. I'm willing to skip all of the formality and get straight to the good stuff.. those few things I'd owe you. I never realized how much of a sexual deviant you were before we got together, have you always been thinking like this? Ought to have mentioned it sooner, mon amour."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 17:47:39 GMT -4
"I'm not always. But...I don't know. It's you. You do it to me," Leigh fumbled, blushing a little. "It's not that I even consciously do it. But it's like...I can't get enough of you. I'm still kinda waiting for you to disappear on me. Y'know...wake up and it was all a dream brought about because a shelf just fell on my head and I'm in a coma? Also, for your information, I have the sex drive of a pubescent boy, thank you. Pre-pubescent boys don't have a sex drive. Yet."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 17:59:34 GMT -4
"Oh, my mistake, then. Where is my biology knowledge? You have the sex drive of a pubescent little boy. You're hornier than my teenage brother, who I'm sure spends half of his life masturbating to video games in his bedroom," Seraphim replied, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Either way, I promise it's not a dream, no coma. Although I read a comic like that once, it was pretty sad."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 18:30:57 GMT -4
Leigh made a face. "If you wanted to make sure I don't dance with your brother any time in the near future, you just succeeded. And if you want, I can stop," Leigh offered. "Not saying I can make the sex drive stop, but I won't tell you anymore. Y'know. If it bothers you so much."
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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 30, 2008 18:45:43 GMT -4
"Those hands have seen many a busy evening, on more than one type of joystick," Sera replied matter-of-factly, quite pleased with the disgusted response it got out of her girlfriend. "Anyway, don't stop. I never said I didn't like it, it's just.. I dunno, I didn't think people ever really got that horny. Outside of like, movies. You're kind of like that kid from American Pie, except you've got a girlfriend, and no penis."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 18:52:36 GMT -4
Leigh shrugged, missing steps in their dance and finally stopping. "I dunno. I like kissing you, I like touching you, being touched back," she drew her fingertips gently up one of Sera's arms. "But it's not just the sexy things. It's all of the things. Like when you're reading and I just sit with you, or holding your hand, or braiding your hair. All of that." Leigh bit her lip in a moment of awkward embarrassment. "Not that I don't love the dancing, but if we're gonna talk about this, can we please do it...not on the dance floor made of Hunter's apartment?"
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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 30, 2008 19:08:24 GMT -4
Seraphim couldn't help but feel a rather warm rush of affection at the words that Leigh spoke next, making the brunette smile slowly, leaning in close and placing a light kiss onto the other girl's lips as she finished talking. "I love you," she murmured simply, forehead resting against the other girl's. "And yes, we can certainly go somewhere else to talk. Although, I warn you, I'm feeling a bit gutsy, from all of this wine, and I might try to feel you up, because you're very beautiful, and you've just about become the most romantic girl I know, with all of those gorgeous mouth words you just said to me."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 19:18:22 GMT -4
Leigh smiled fondly at Sera. "I'll have to say nice things to you more. And give you the finest of all the french wines, madame. I think our options right now are finding a bedroom or stepping out into the freezingness that is outside. And I don't have any wine for the pleasant warming effect. Or we can see if Rath really did escape and check to see if the car is here. Okay, we have more options than I at first realize. Where do you wanna go, boss lady?"
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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 30, 2008 19:24:25 GMT -4
"French wines are the greatest wins, of course," Sera replied, lightly kissing Leigh's lips once again. "Our options aren't huge, but I hear people have already occupied the bedrooms, and the outside without wine isn't so hot, so how about the car? It's unlocked. And I really doubt he left for real. We would have seen him, he's too big to actually fit through a window. He's slip, or get stuck. So let us escape. We could probably hide out in Hunter's van, too, the locks are broken, so it's definitely open. Which will it be?"
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