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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 1, 2008 22:59:28 GMT -4
"I love you, too," Leigh answered, kissed the hand she'd just accepted, and led them both back into the cold, and towards the house. "I dunno, I kinda plan on making you take care of me forever. But...y'know. Babysitting me would probably be a lot more fun. And fulfilling. And the make outs would probably be easier to work in," she teased.
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Nov 1, 2008 23:32:28 GMT -4
Once they were in the cold, Seraphim shivered visibly. With her body feeling as warm as it had in the backseat of the car, the cool air was more or less torture. She kept a close grip on Leigh's hand, as they were moving back inside of the house. At least it was warm in there. "I will take care of you forever, I guess, since you're mine. I need to take care of my concubines, it's only good manners. And make out sessions define my life, I'd shrivel up and die otherwise. How did we go so many years without kissing? I mean, outside of playing house, which wasn't the same, because we were like, seven, and it wasn't near as flamingly gay. Plus, I was supposed to be the daddy. Did that make it straight? Were we straight?"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 1, 2008 23:45:01 GMT -4
Leigh burst into laughter at the indignant-sounding question. "We were gay then, too," she finally managed. "We were just trying to fool the law into allowing us marriage," she noted. "And I'm not sure how we made it so far sans-kissing. Let's not try that one again, though. We might not make it a second time."
She paused a moment as they stepped into the warmth of the house. "Wait...concubines...plural? How many are we talking here, sir?" she demanded.
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Nov 1, 2008 23:55:51 GMT -4
Seraphim couldn't help but laugh a little too, once Leigh started. A few people passing near the entrance glanced their way, but Seraphim didn't care, her grin wide as she pulled the blonde close to her, kissing the corner of her mouth softly. "No more not kissing. Obviously, we've been too gay for too many years, to let that happen to us."
At the mention of her concubines, her grin widened. "Oh, I don't know. How does eight sound? You're my favorite, you sleep in my bed. I'll get bunk beds for the rest of them."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 1, 2008 23:59:20 GMT -4
Leigh considered, still giggling a little. "Acceptable, so long as I get to help pick them out. And coordinate outfits. Shall we go with the obvious Arabian I-Dream-of-Jeannie theme of gauzy-bits and color-coordination? And if so, I totally call blue. Royal blue. As royal favorite."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Nov 2, 2008 0:20:32 GMT -4
"No, that's incredibly tacky," Seraphim replied firmly, shaking her head. She stepped out of the way as a couple of boys entered the house, and she pulled Leigh to the side of the hall with her as they spoke. "I'm thinking uniforms, possibly military uniforms.. like, we can have a marine, a regular soldier, so on. You can pick whatever you want, we'll slut it up, cut a few inches off of the issued skirts, just so I can reach up them easier. Sound fair?"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 2, 2008 10:16:11 GMT -4
Leigh grinned, leaning forward to drop a kiss on Sera's lips. "Yes, ma'am. Can I still wear dark blue -- guess that would make me Navy? And can I be Royal Corporal Lieutenant Leigh S. O'Conner?"
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 2, 2008 14:41:43 GMT -4
Seraphim leaned back into the kiss, reaching her arms up to loosely wrap around Leigh's shoulders as she did so. She was still feeling delightfully fuzzy and affectionate from her wine, and was more than content to snuggle, even standing up in the hallway. "Yeah, dark blue would make you Navy. But wouldn't you be Royal Corporal Lieutenant Leigh J. O'Conner? Unless you changed your middle name since I last checked?"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 2, 2008 15:18:12 GMT -4
Leigh's arms, around Sera's waist, pulled the brunette closer, and answered, "No, it's still Jacklyn, weirdly spelled and all. But I like S. S for sexy. S for second-in-command. S for Sera's favorite. S is a versatile letter. S for sensual," she drawled out the last word into Sera's ear, and gave the lobe a gentle nip. "Don't you just love s's?"
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 2, 2008 15:38:39 GMT -4
Letting out just a hint of a whimper at the teeth against her ear lobe, Seraphim nodded twice quickly, and tilted her head back against the wall behind them. "I like S, I definitely can dig on S. Actually, you're right, I love S, let's go with S," she agreed softly, with a shaky little smile. She kept her arms around the other girl's neck, and arched her hips just slightly against Leigh's. "Can S be for sex? Like, just good ol' fashion sex?"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 2, 2008 16:10:14 GMT -4
"S is most especially for sex," Leigh replied in swift agreement. "But not here, sir. S will be for sex at Sera's house. Mm. More s's. Because I'm scared of sex at Hunter's house," she added, making a face, and then moved to kiss Sera. "Kiss should start with s," she noted with a touch of a frown. It could only be better that way. But Sera-kisses does start with S. That kinda makes up for it."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 2, 2008 17:36:26 GMT -4
"We could always ditch," Sera suggested idly, returning the ever light kiss, and smiling against it. "We could have Sera-kisses, and I could drink some more Shiraz, and then we could steal Rath's car, and we could have sex, at Sera's house," she explained quickly, all in the same breath, as she kissed Leigh again. "That was a lot of s's, sound decent?"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 3, 2008 9:19:25 GMT -4
"I don't think stealing is a good s," Leigh replied thoughtfully. "But we could always just ask him to drive us home. If we could find him anyway. And, hell, even if he stayed there, he'd just go back to his video games. Dead Space is just out, remember. And then we could still have sex," she finished, feeling triumphant about it, but unsure why.
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 3, 2008 11:54:08 GMT -4
"Stealing is a perfectly accepted s, when it's only from my brother. I have my beginners license, and license has an s in it," Seraphim explained, pouting a bit at the other girl. "But I guess driving and Shiraz don't really go together, do they?" she soon added, her pout only deepening at the realization.
"Can we take the wine back to Sera's house? Wine and sex?"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 3, 2008 12:58:54 GMT -4
"Sure," Leigh replied. "Maybe I'll even break code and have a glass." The blonde made a bit of a face. "We'll see. But wine and sex for Sera, definitely."
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