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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 0:53:37 GMT -5
"Would you like some coffee? I'd like some coffee. Do you have any coffee?" He felt like a kid on Christmas morning except ten thousand times better. One night of success meant he could pull off others, and it really hadn't been that hard and it could only get easier and...he beamed wider than seemed possible.
"How about breakfast? Are you hungry? I'm hungry." He kissed her again, eagerly, like he couldn't go too long without touching her in some way.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 8, 2008 1:08:03 GMT -5
She propped her templed in one hand, leaning over the pillow, watching him. His happiness was somewhat contagious, and a smiled hovered at the corners of her mouth.
"There's coffee in the kitchen," she said. "Though I'm not sure you need it."
Holding the sheet to her chest, she wiggled off the side of the bed, and wrapped the draping fabric around like a toga. She ran a hand through her mussed hair, glanced at him, and laughed. He really was pleased with himself. Not that she wasn't. No, she was very pleased.
"Come on. Let's find something to eat."
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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 1:11:45 GMT -5
"Okay!" But instead of letting her walk into the kitchen, he scoop her up in his arms and carried her there, setting her gently on the counter so he could kiss her yet again. For it's brevity, it wasn't any less passionate, but he pulled away to open her fridge. "How about some....french toast?" Seeing as it was his specialty and she had all the ingredients.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 8, 2008 1:27:21 GMT -5
She giggled breathlessly as she was deposited on the counter. He lit up her whole kitchen.
She raised both brows. "You can cook?" Well, give the man another bueno point. "French toast sounds lovely."
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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 1:29:49 GMT -5
He cradled the ingredients in his arms and searched until he found a frying pan and bowl. He set down the pan on the burner and turned the switch up to medium heat before making the batter. "I feel so different." He said as he worked. "I don't think things will be so hard again." He paused and looked up, smiling sadly at her.
"I really am sorry about that. I was kind of messed up. I'll try real hard to make sure it doesn't happen again, okay?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 8, 2008 1:53:46 GMT -5
Who'd have thought? Samantha only used her oven to warm up her house, and she certainly hadn't even dreamed of touching the stovetop settings.
She reached out a hand for him. "I know. We both messed up in certain ways. Let's start over and be happy."
And she hoped, more than she'd ever wanted anything, that they would be happy. She knew, now more than ever, that if David left again, she would never be the same. Maybe, eventually, she could get over him (doubtful), but it would change her, probably not for the better.
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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 1:59:01 GMT -5
He set two pieces of bread to sizzling before coming to take her hand. He held it against his cheek and sighed contentedly. "I'd like nothing better." He replied honestly, eyes closing briefly. He could stand there forever, he thought. He'd be okay with never getting to kiss her or love her again if he could just stand with her and be with her. Not that that he didn't love kissing her. He wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her close.
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