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Post by Jules on Dec 7, 2008 23:11:02 GMT -5
Her hand move to his hair, which she absolutely loved to play with. She simply smoothed it back from his face now, in a repetitive motion. "I think it gets worse." She conceded reluctantly, "It's a good thing I'm worth it." Zizzy broke into a grin like she couldn't get through the boast straight-faced.
"Has a certain mildewy ring to it, dont'cha think? Alright, maybe not Milton." Although she hadn't exactly been serious in the first place. "I would like it to mean something." She said, on a more serious note.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 7, 2008 23:24:15 GMT -5
"Okay," he agreed softly, catching on to her serious tone. A languid, drunken feeling seeped into his bones with the rhythm of her fingers in his hair, and it took all his strength just to lift his hand and stroke the back of his fingers down her arm. "Did you want to name him after anyone?"
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Post by Jules on Dec 7, 2008 23:34:22 GMT -5
She tilted her head and lifted her shoulder slightly to mimic a shrug. "I have no one to name him after. I don't think Nina would suit a boy." Zizzy had never had a big family, or been that close to anyone after it had fallen apart. And she couldn't very well name the baby after Armand, as much as he was the one person who meant the most to her. "But your family is probably overflowing with meaningful histories we could commemorate with our son's name."
She let out a little happy-sigh and kissed his mouth quickly. "Our son." She repeated, reverently, before schooling her expression into one of less excitement. Zizzy didn't want to make Armand feel uncomfortable.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 7, 2008 23:50:36 GMT -5
His eyes creased into a smile. "Yeah," he said softly, tracing the outline of the hair across her forehead.
He thought for a moment before saying, "We should give him his own name. It will come to us."
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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 0:10:08 GMT -5
The lack of withdrawal at the mention of their boy made her feel pleased as punch. "You're..." She trailed off, unsure of what she'd been planning to say. Instead she just smile. "I love you." But of course, he already knew that better than words could show. "Hey, uhhh, I need to talk to you about something else." Almost immediately, she began to blush. "I...don't have a lot of money left. I spend too much on all this clothing, some of which I'll return, I promise. And well, I'm not exactly getting paid anymore, not that I expected too, but uhh."
She knew he wouldn't have any problem sharing his wealth, but that was the thing. She didn't want to be kept. "I think Christmas shopping will do me in, even with the returns and there's still baby stuff to think about." Morpheus kill her, this was embarrassing. "I'm going to need some help." She all but whispered. "But I swear, I'll pay you back. Err, somehow. I mean, I know you didn't want me living here to change me, but I can't see any other way. I could maybe get some sort of desk job, but I'd only be able to hold it for another few months at best."
By the end of it she was blushing hard, but some of her glow had wilted in response to her embarrassment. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 8, 2008 0:19:42 GMT -5
"Zizzy, relax," he chuckled, leaning up on one elbow and kissing the top of her head. "It's only you that stops me from paying for everything as it is. I'm supposed to provide for you. I wouldn't want you to have to work even if I wasnt rich-- which, by the way, I am. So don't worry about it."
He fought against a smile and fingered her chin, tilting it up so he could see her rapidly blushing face. "You can pay me back if it makes you feel better, but it isn't necessary."
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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 0:29:20 GMT -5
Zizzy took a deep breath and slowly willed her blush away. She could do this, she could let Armand pay. Although she could already see problems. With his money, he'd want to get the best quality, which was what she'd want for her baby. But she also knew that if she was going to payback half, the best quality wasn't practical. It was odd to think money problems would be simpler but not easier if Armand wasn't a Prince.
She sighed. "You're going to ruin me for all other men." She teased; Zizzy knew there would never be 'other men'. "Have you chanced a read of the Wail lately?" She asked suddenly.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 8, 2008 0:45:41 GMT -5
His smirk had a wicked sort of slant. "That's the plan," he said and cupped her face in his hands, bending to kiss her, but her next question pulled him up short. Disgust passed over his features. "I don't usually waste my time, no. Why?"
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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 0:51:12 GMT -5
That look on his face, and of course the kiss, sent her heart thumping. How lucky was she that the first love, which everyone said was the greatest, was also going to be her last, according to both their plans, anyways. She wished he hadn't stopped to answer her stupid question, but she had to admit, she felt better knowing he hadn't read it. Childishly, perhaps, she'd been hoping if he had read it, he'd be offended enough to take some kind of action on her behalf.
"No reason, really. Just curious. It's been saying some rather nasty stuff about Nellie and I. It blabbed about Nellie's secret, and has a lot of people thinking I got pregnant because you were about to leave me. Although only Nellie's was really worrying. We fixed it though, hopefully. We'll see next issue."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 8, 2008 0:58:08 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. "You know I wasn't about to leave you," he said. He assumed she knew, but just in case. The esteemed Mr. Quickly had really been digging on that one. "Nellie's secret meaning... she's not dead after all?" he asked, bemused. Admittedly, he cared more about the slander concerning Zizzy than he did Nellie, but he did like the infectious sheepherdess. Even more, he liked the tempering effect she had on Alexander. "And who's we?"
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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 1:09:26 GMT -5
"I know, silly. Like you could leave me. I'm perfect." She struck a small pose in bed and snickered. "He's also written about how completely unsuitable Nellie and I are for Princes. I think I might be slightly jealous of Nellie's naivety."
Zizzy wondered briefly if he'd be upset, but she didn't think so, and it wasn't like she could lie. "We is Alex and I. Well, mostly me. I was the one to rough Maury up a bit." She grinned proudly.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 8, 2008 1:15:09 GMT -5
Armand wasn't upset. Or not upset enough to say anything about it. There was just that slight bit of discomfort knowing his fun-loving, hot-headed brother was more suited to Zizzy's type, and Alexander's lack of moral scruples. But not enough that he wasn't able to push it aside with ease.
He gave a small smile. "Poor Maury," he said. "And even I wouldn't have put Alexander and Nellie together, though it has nothing to do with him being a prince. You are perfect."
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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 1:22:57 GMT -5
She smiled up at him, knowing he was lying, but it didn't matter. She pulled herself close enough to him that a credit card might not have slid between them. "He knew about Iker. As much as was divulged at that stupid party, anyways. He's supposed to be nice in the next issue, but if he isn't, would you come be my threatening muscle?" She asked with about as close to a purr in her voice as Zizzy ever got. "I know it's silly, and I should be above it, but he's really bothering me."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 8, 2008 1:37:51 GMT -5
He glanced down at her, brows furrowing. "Darling, if it's really bothering you, I'll shut down his whole business and make him wash dishes at a Chinese restaurant."
The sad part to his harsh threat was, he really could, and he really would. Generally, he'd like to think he was a level-headed guy, but throw Zizzy into the equation, and you were dealing with a different tempermant.
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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 1:47:07 GMT -5
Zizzy was taken by surprise, pleasantly so. She knew Armand hated to be anything but calm and collected. She was oddly touched by the harsh threat. Raising a hand, she touched his cheek. "You really do love me, don't you?" She said wonderingly.
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