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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 24, 2008 0:33:55 GMT -5
The only downfall to being underwater was it severly inhibited his ability to hum an ominous Jaws prelude. As it was, he had to settle for the element of surprise, not anticipation. He waited until he only had so much oxygen left and then swam directly beneath her, snatching her waist in both hands and tugging her down into the water with him.
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 24, 2008 2:14:42 GMT -5
Nellie made the grave mistake of gasping as she was pulled under water and was awarded with lungs full of cold water.
She always lost!
Though she probably wasn’t, she felt like she was drowning. She panicked, trying to wiggle out of Alexander’s clutches and into a more oxygenated area.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 24, 2008 11:56:18 GMT -5
He released her, mostly because one of her flailing hands caught him square in the face. He breached the surface and coughed a couple times to rid his lungs of excess water, and then upon noticing she wasn't up there with him, rolled his eyes and dove back down.
He grabbed her waist again, this time mindful of frantic extremities, and pulled her up. "The problem with you," he said irritably, "is if I don't watch you closely, you almost kill yourself."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 24, 2008 20:19:26 GMT -5
Nellie clung to him like a blonde leech in a corset and bloomers. Even through her rather unladylike coughs and splutters, she managed to glare at him like he had just said Peep Farms grew rotten caramels.
“I wouldn’ be ‘alf—“ COUGH “dead if y’ didn’t try ‘n’ drown me!”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 24, 2008 20:59:07 GMT -5
Alexander spat out a mouthful of water. He was fairly strong, but holding them both above the surface proved to be a bit challenging; not that he was complaining, necessarily.
"Dunked you," he corrected. "Not drown. And lighten up." He flicked her nose. "You're fine."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 24, 2008 22:11:32 GMT -5
Nellie coughed loudly in response, clinging even more tightly to Alex. Now, she was debating whether swimming in an article of clothing that compressed your lungs was a good idea or not. For everyday things like running and playing and farming, she was fine; she was used to it. But it was inhibiting her ability to cough up the water completely.
“I toldjou once already,” She paused to cough up more water, “if I die, I’munna haunt the dickens outta you.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 24, 2008 22:36:15 GMT -5
"Yeah, consider me efficiently threatened," he replied distractedly, his brow furrowing in concern. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, hooked an arm around her upper stomach and pulled them both toward the shore. It was a slow process. Baywatch made it look a lot easier than it was.
At last they made it to a flat enough rock that Alexander could haul Nellie on top of it, spitting out a good deal of water himself. He examined her a moment before hooking a finger, with no small amount of difficulty, between her and her corset, tugging half-heartedly a few times. "I think I've found the problem."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 24, 2008 23:07:46 GMT -5
“’ey!” She yelped as Alexander dug his finger under her corset. This did not fall within the realm of Modesty, not that swimming around in her underthings did either. “Problem? Whotcha mean,” she coughed, “problem?”
As soon as she asked, realization struck her. “You mean I’m gonna ‘ave ta… I don’t want ta…it ain’t decent…” she trailed off, still spitting up water.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 24, 2008 23:15:39 GMT -5
"Thing is, Sheep Girl, I wasn't asking."
He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at her with an "I'm-serious-and-physically-stronger-than-you" face. She needed to get it off, first and foremost, so her body could get rid of the rest of the water clouding her lungs, but he also found he enjoyed the embarrassed pink that flooded her cheeks.
"Take it off, or I will."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 24, 2008 23:35:10 GMT -5
Sure enough, Nellie was a bright shade of pink as she contemplated her choices. She could take it off herself, and probably do so in a way that probably let her retain some degree of modesty, or she could resist and have Alexander wrestle it off of her, which would probably result in much more embarrassment.
“Okay, okay. But you’ve gotta promise not ta look, okay?” Nellie reached her hands back to try and undo the laces that ran down the back of her stays, but the combination of nerves, slippery fingers, and odd angle made it unduly difficult. “Could…goodness gracious, couldja unlace me?”
Oh, of all the scandals.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 24, 2008 23:43:38 GMT -5
He grumbled a little, but turned around, even if she took half the fun away. When she asked him to unlace her, he turned back in a flash, grinning his devil-may-care grin. "Why, certainly," he said, acting the part of a proper gentlemen.
His fingers made quick work of the laces. He had lived with two females who often insisted on a man's strength to achieve optimum waist circumfrence; he'd dealt with his share of corsets. He purposely "singed" a few along the way, breaking the laces in several places. "This may be a bit difficult to get back on..." he mused, faux-apologetically. He held up his hands. "Done!"
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 25, 2008 0:02:23 GMT -5
Nellie screeched as her corset dropped suddenly; she managed to grab it before it hit the floor, but not before a decent bit of indecency. She was going to yell at him, he did that on purpose, but as soon as the pressure was taken off her ribcage, she was compelled to cough up about a gallon of water. She wouldn’t have been surprised if a small fish came out with that.
With the front of her stays held firmly in place with one hand, she turned to face Alexander, shoving the singed pieces of burnt pieces of cords in his face in a 'look-wot-you've-done' matter, before tossing them onto the rock. “Wot am I supposed ta do now?”
She thought for a beat, then thrust her hand at him expectantly, “Gimme yer shirt.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 25, 2008 22:13:04 GMT -5
"What?" He glared. Way to suck the fun out of it, Sheep Girl. He sighed and tipped his head to one side, studying her round, slender frame. His shirt would be a little big.
He rolled his eyes theatrically and began climbing rocks again to retrieve his shirt, grumbling the entire time about 'typical girl' and 'pain in the ass'. He snatched his shirt and hopped the descent back to her.
He held out the black shirt. "There you are my lady. No smelling it unless you're by yourself."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 26, 2008 0:37:42 GMT -5
“You wouldn’t ‘ave to climb all the way up there if y’ didn’ burn me underfings all up!” she called up as he complained.
She took up the shirt eagerly; it was terribly uncomfortable and rather difficult to stay modest when she was literally half-naked. “Fankyoufankyoufankyouuuuu, okaynowdon’tlook.” She turned her back on him and dropped her corset completely, trying to shimmy into the shirt as quickly as possible.
It was a little big, it brushed just above her knee, and her fingertips just barely poked out from the end of the sleeves. “Gracious, this could be a dress on me. Me parents would be soo pleased if they seed me now, they would.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 26, 2008 21:02:08 GMT -5
He chuckled. "Cute."
"Speaking of which," he continued, sprawling out beside her. "When do you have to go home?" He assumed never might be too much to hope for.
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