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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 30, 2012 21:31:17 GMT -5
Peaches chuckled, wrinkling her nose at him. "Well, I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you in a towel, so I can't say I know what that temptation feels like. But you are mighty attractive without a shirt on.." She slowly ran her fingers over his chest, looking over at him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as she was picked up and turned around, curling close when she was laid back down. She closed her eyes, listening to the drone of the TV and Khole breathing. She could faintly hear the town alive outside their window, people talking on the streets. She turned carefully over onto her back, gently running her fingers up his arm before she looked over at him.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 30, 2012 21:44:30 GMT -5
Khole laughed, his arm pulling her close. He was starring at the TV, but too lost in his mind to understand what was going on. Only to look over as she moved. "What?" He smiled, catching her gaze. "I'll be a good boy, scouts honor." He teased, letting his head sink further into the fluffy pillow. His eyes closed gently, breathing slowed as he thought if the feeling he was having would last. That would prove it was something different, right? If this continued on instead of like the other /flings/. He moved, smiling as he sat upright leaning against the bed board.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 30, 2012 21:58:37 GMT -5
Peaches wrinkled her nose at his comment. "Are you sure you're capable of being a good boy?" She teased, moving so she could pull the blankets back. She tugged them over her, burrowing under them as she looked at the TV. She had no idea what they were watching anymore, and honestly didn't care. She couldn't help thinking that not only was it odd to be in London, but it was odd to be in London with a good looking guy. 'But as long as it's a girl, he's interested in it. No need to get attached.' She thought, closing her eyes as she turned over onto her stomach, a yawn passing her lips. She folded her arms under her head, substitute for her pillow.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 30, 2012 22:06:38 GMT -5
"I'm capable of anything," He stuck his tongue out, working his hands under his head. He yawned quietly, eyes fixing on the TV. He felt like he could fall asleep again, only this time he would sleep for awhile and not just nap. "Comfortable under there?" He chuckled, watching her quietly. She was more interesting than the TV and he didn't have to read subtitles.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 31, 2012 0:20:11 GMT -5
Peaches just smiled. "Away from home, I suppose even sleeping on the floor would be comfortable, love." She said, never opening her eyes. She remembered the times she would lay on clouds and sway her wings back and forth, before she decided to take a dive and see what happened. 'If you're always going to be defying everything, you're going to be stripped of your wings' they told her. And they did.
She yawned, reaching up to fix the bandana on her head before she turned over, pulling her pillow carefully under her head. "I think anyone's capable of anything, if they put their mind to it."
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 31, 2012 0:44:27 GMT -5
Khole smirked, wrinkling his nose. Scooting down in the bed, he let his head rest on the pillow, hands underneath the pillow. "That gives hope then, right?" One leg moving to rest under his knee. His eyes looked up at the ceiling, looking over the notches that were made. "What would you like to do in the morning?" He asked, trying to hear her voice more. "I think we should check out a hot air balloon," Khole glanced her way for a quick second, smiling softly.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 31, 2012 0:51:45 GMT -5
"I still think you're weird. Afraid of planes, but you're going to get in a balloon. How do you know some bird won't decide to run head-long into it?" She teased, but she honestly thought it would be beautiful up there. She silently went back and forth with herself, one part of her wishing that he wouldn't pursue her anymore, that they could go back home and part their ways. But another part of her wanted for this to be more than just a random date set up by a couple of dead people.
"I'm fine with anything. As long as it involves food afterwards." She said, wrinkling her nose playfully at him.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 31, 2012 0:57:30 GMT -5
He shrugged his shoulders, "I think it'd be beautiful. I like to look at beautiful things," His eyes back to scanning over the ceiling. "It's why I stay out on the lake and not in town. Well that, and turning into a snake.." He laughed, propping his legs up. The more he talked, the more tired he grew. Khole wasn't sure if he should stay in her bed or head over to his, but he figured his was the best idea. He didn't want her to feel pressured.
"I was thinking we should get food before too," Breakfast had always been his favorite food. It just always seemed to taste so good.
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Post by peaches emilee harrison on May 31, 2012 1:02:45 GMT -5
"We could eat all day for all I care." She said, then yawned. She climbed out from under the covers, walking over to the little fridge. She opened it and pulled out a water, walking slowly back to her bed as she worked off the cap. She took a long drink from it, then sat it on the nightstand before she climbed back under the blankets. She flipped the TV off, almost too tired to stand herself as she pulled the blankets closer around her, turning over onto her stomach as she closed her eyes, hoping sleep would come fast rather than slow, as it usually seemed to.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 31, 2012 1:06:14 GMT -5
Khole watched her silently, sweeping his legs to the side of the bed as she snuggled into the covers. "Good night, Peaches." He whispered, leaning over to kiss her cheek gently before climbing out of the bed. His feet trudged across the ground, his body slinking under his over covers. One half of his body barely covered as he squished a pillow between his arms, closing his eyes to drift off to sleep. His breathing slowed, letting his body relax further into the mattress.
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