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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 7:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 8:37 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 9:29 am
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What Time Is It?
Unfortunately for Ripley, his muffled grumbles of hatred were completely drowned out by a particularly loud "OHHHH MYYYY GLOOOOOOOOB!" via Lumpy Space Princess that echoed around the room. The other man was, in fact, completely forgotten about for the time being, while Finn's consdieration and ******** for other people's comfort dial turned down to 0.
It wasn't until Ripley yanked away his pillow, which Finn had settled himself back against, causing the moon intermediate's back to slam into the wooden headboard, that he actually started to care.
Well, about himself, anyways. Not about Ripley.
With much inward grumbling, he turned the volume back down to a much lower, much more reasonable level. In fact, he might have even gone a little quieter than that, even, though still loud enough that he was sure to be able to hear it even while yanking at the blankets to slide beneath them as well, rolling onto his side so that he was facing the pillow face sandwich that was Ripley. Reaching over, he lifted the edge of the pillow up just enough to see Ripley's face.
"There are throw pillows all over the floor." In fact, he was pretty sure there was one floating in the still full but now long cold Jacuzzi tub. "But no, you had to steal my pillow. Real mature, Crowell."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:23 pm
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What Time is It?
Oh, God, it was moving.
Ripley kept his eyes firmly shut, and his hands against the pillows that blocked out enough of the sound to lessen his need to murder or maim the other man, as Finn moved around. One amber eye peeked open to stare at the blurry shape who continued to insist on trying to annoy him, and finally both eyes opened, focusing as best as they could without the help of glasses.
"Some a*****e was blasting the tv." He explained in the grumbling voice of a tired, and still barely awake man. "Yours was closest." Like hell he was going to leave his warm cocoon of blankets when one was so close by. "It's mine now." He added, defiant and exhausted, as his fingers curled into the now officially stolen pillow.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:56 pm
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As Finn rolled, Ripley had little choice but to go with him. He found himself on his back before he knew it, still trying to clutch two pillows to his head - but the one, his own, was quickly forgotten in the struggle. This was over Finn's pillow of course, so his was far from important.
He was too slow; Finn ripped the pillow from his grasp, and Ripley hissed out a ********." It was a short lived curse, but he was already on the move; rolling on his side in an attempt to make Finn do the same, his hands comin up to grab for the other man's wrists. If he couldn't get the pillow, well, maybe he could pin him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 9:11 pm
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What Time Is It?
Finn actually half expected Ripley to suddenly let go, but thankfully, that was not the case, otherwise he would have likely ended up falling backwards and smacking his head against the end board of the bed. Instead, however, he was able to wrench the pillow free, a smile on his lips as Ripley cursed at him, the pillow itself now clutched tightly against a scarred chest as the swell of sweet victory rose in his chest.
That feeling was rather short lived, as it appeared that the battle was far from over. In an unexpected move, Ripley was rolling, sending Finn off balance and falling to his side with a small "Oof" of air escaping him, his eye closing tight. His arms were now wrapped around the pillow itself in a death grip as he accepted this sudden fate, his wrists taken as Ripley now sat above him.
He wiggled a little beneath the man, a bunched up area of sheet digging uncomfortably into his back, his eye opening in a near scowl, uttering, "b*****d." before his lips pressed in a firm line, though the corners of them twitched as he suppressed the urge to grin again.
The fact that they were on the very edge of the bed nearest to the jacuzzi was obvious, Finn could feel the edge of his shoulder hanging over. At that moment, all bets were off, and all that mattered was that he somehow get out of this position where Ripley held the upper hand. He was being held, but that didn't stop him from arching his back and kicking his legs and bucking wildly while also wiggling and trying his damnedest to throw his captor over the edge.
Of course, there was a good chance he would either end up going with him....or Ripley would let go and dive the other way, which would very likely send Finn spilling to the floor by himself.
It was a risk he was clearly willing to take.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 5:52 am
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"My parents were married, thank you." Unlike Finn, Ripley didn't resist grinning; but it was equally likely he hadn't even paid attention to what he had just said, considering such topics usually sent him quiet and withdrawn. Well...more quiet and withdrawn than usual. He had just been about to let go of his wrists in favour of pinching his cheeks, but before he even let go, Finn bucked.
"s**t---!" He was too close to the edge to stop himself, and his body tensed as he realized what was happening - but, naturally, not before tightening his grip on the other man's wrists, and in a stroke of luck one of his legs also locked with one of Finn's to help his sudden quest. If he was going down, so was Finn, apparently.
His own body hitting the ground had been enough to send a shock of pain through him, and the added bonus of Finn's body toppling with him, crushing him between flesh and floor, was the culprit behind the sudden lack of oxygen. The weight and the fall had knocked the air out of him, and though Ripley heaved an uncomfortable hiss, he stayed where he was on the floor. He didn't try to get up, or to shove Finn completely off of him.
All he did was untangle one arm to bury his fingers in his hair, his palm pressed against a sore spot on his ********, that hurt, you heavy sonuva-" Then, miraculously, he started laughing. Whatever he was going to finish that sentence with was lost in the midst of actual, real laughter.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:11 am
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What Time Is It
Finn let out a derisive snort at the comment before he threw his whole body into trying to dislodge his conqueror, but like many of his plans, this one was not very well thought out, especially given that Ripley held a near death grip on his wrists, and, too late for Finn to do anything about, had hooked a leg just enough beneath his to hold on to it as well.
They toppled, but Finn's landing was not nearly so hard and rough as Ripley's because, for one, he was still holding on to his pillow, which acted as a rather nice cushion (because that's exactly what it was) and for another, he landed on top of Ripley, though that did not save him entirely as one of his knee's hit the carpet first, hard enough to shoot pain up and down his leg and to illicit a small hiss.
But he knew better to complain. In fact, he rather felt like gloating because well, he was on top again.
But any exhalations of triumph quickly died on his tongue when Ripley's initial cussing out turned into peals of laughter. It was a startling sound, and Finn pushed himself up on his arms, the pillow tossed back up on to the bed, his legs going to either side of Ripley once more, only to stare down at him for a moment, before a large grin cracked his face as well.
"You calling me fat, Ripples?" He asked, with a shake of his head, and, for just a moment, actual warmth in his eyes.
And then he just couldn't help himself anymore, with one arm still propping himself up, the other hand went down to curl around the back of Ripley's head, and he was pressing his mouth to his, eager to cut off the laughter and change it into something else.
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