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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 0:23:40 GMT -5
Because she's a cloying little she-demon who knows exactly what she's doing and was the direct cause of that large bump on your forhead. Because she's gorgeous and it's causing me pain. Because she smells good, and it's causing me pain. Because she's a manipulative little hussy. That's why.
He reluctantly held out his hand like she might be a leper or something. He looked away from Samantha as his hand was held out, as though if he didn't look at it happening, it'd be easier.
"You feeling better, Gavin?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 16, 2008 0:56:22 GMT -5
She stared at his hand as if someone had thrown up all over it and had Nightmare toenails sprinkled over the top. Her nose wrinkled just slightly. Gavin was nice, but he was really a moron sometimes. Them getting along was not going to happen in this lifetime.
Then, slowly, a deliciously wicked smirk curled her lips. She peeled from her glove from her hand. Direct skin-on-skin contact. Poor guy, she almost felt sorry for him. Alright, no, she didn't. At all. Generally, her powers worked best when she was attracted in turn to the male in question, but since she couldn't remotely force herself to imagine such a thing, this would have to do. The power of drugged, heated kisses and passion so longing it made your heart ache simmering in her palm, she slipped her hand into his and gripped it tightly. Jerk.
A tickling, jittery feeling went through her and curled her toes and a few very scandalous images involving herself and a bastard-and-mindless-brute-that-shall-not-be-named flashed before her eyes and she hastily pulled away.
Damn.
Damn, damn, damn.
That had backfired, hadn't it? She was attracted after all, if only a little bit. Damn him to hell.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 16, 2008 1:07:19 GMT -5
"Yeah," Gavin said, wincing as he lifted the ice-pack to stupidly poke at the lump on his head. Owwwwwwwwwwww, what a bad idea.
He hastily put the ice-pack back on and leaned against the couch, eyes closed.
"See? Was that so hard? Peace on earth, goodwill to men, women, nightmares, and dreams... an asprin to me...."
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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 1:40:25 GMT -5
David jolted when their hands came into contact, and oh god that was a new feeling. He cleared his throat a few times, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hands as if to keep them away from her.
Hussy.
He turned his attention back to his friend and nodded. "Got some here." He always carried aspirin on him, because appearing in dreams often had girls crying loudly on his shoulder, which could induce one heck of a migraine. He took the little baggy containing the pills out of his pocket, picked out three and handed them to the Knight.
"Extra strength, too."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 16, 2008 2:01:01 GMT -5
Typical. She had a very nasty comment on her tongue about drug-abuse, but for some reason, didn't feel the urge to release it. She was still brewing with her new and terrible knowledge.
She patted Gavin's arm in the most sisterly way she could accomplish. "I told you the gardens were deplorable," she mumbled.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 16, 2008 2:07:12 GMT -5
"Thanks," Gavin said, taking the pills and looking at them. "D'y'think I really need three?"
He nearly jumped out of his skin when Samantha patted him on the arm. "Er, yeah. Crappy gardens. Terrible trees. Can't stand trees. They're horrible. Should be cut down, the leafy menaces."
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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 2:21:22 GMT -5
David chuckled, feeling his anger towards Samantha take a side seat for his friend.
"You're the definition of a tree-hugger, my friend. I doubt you'd be able to take the first swing, let alone watch someone else to do it. The tree was probably just trying to hug you back."
It was so much easier and familiar to be the nice, warm friendly person, then the rude person Samantha brought out in him. Stupid women.
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