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 Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 2:33 pm
"Gaming was probably a silly idea with your arm," he teased, glancing down at her. He still wanted to know why she hadn't told him when she texted him. He did love Assassin's Creed though and if she wanted to watch him play, he supposed he would be alright with it. He coughed slightly at her innuendo and forced himself to clear his throat.
That had been unexpected.
"Are you sure you're not trying to imply something Ruthie?" He asked, resting his chin on her head temporarily. He let her tug him closer and stared down at her with bright green eyes. "Because you're being awfully cuddly."
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 2:56 pm
"Maybe not sooo silly," she laughed. He felt so snuggly and warm and nice like someone who would never ever kick or punch or scowl. He seemed safe. He brought her back to normalcy. Their coffee shop rendezvous felt so long ago. Why didn't they do this sooner? "I do like spending time with you."
Ah yes, and then he brought his chin upon her head. That closeness reminded her that she would be happy. Yes, James made her feel extremely glad.
"Awfully is a harsh modifier for cuddly, don't you think?" What a lovely green-eyed guy. "What do you think I'm implying, James?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 6:06 pm
"I can't imagine why, I'm a stuffy old man," he joked, laughing. He was neither stuffy or old, well not that old. "I was also a hermit. Way to drag me out of my shell." Well, he'd been getting out more, with school and his teaching internship keeping him busy.
"Would you prefer the use of overly instead?" He asked, oddly stoic given the whole situation. He sat up a bit to look at her properly. "It's a bit plain, and over used, but fitting given awfully doesn't seem to suit you." Being an English major meant you over analyzed things.
"Why don't you tell me?" He seemed to be skirting around the issue. He wasn't going to say it. He would make her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 7:24 pm
"Overly?" Eyebrows raised. "Too much? You seemed to enjoy it. Sorry if I overstepped my boundaries." She shook her head. "And you are not so old." Sighing, she fell against him and closed her eyes, imagining all the terrible ways he could dismiss her. Too prissy. Too soft. Too outspoken. "I thiiiink--"
She set her computer on the floor.
"--thaaaat--"
She closed her computer with her foot.
"--youuuu--"
She faced him.
"--are niiiiiiiiiice?"
She collapsed against his chest."andfunnyandsmartandattractiveandireallylikeyoubutyouneverletmeknowhowyoufeelsoilooklikeatotalidiotrightnowireallylikeyoupleasedonthatemeforever"She took a HUUUUGE breath.
Oh God.
Oh God.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 7:09 pm
It was quiet, more of a mutter than anything audible. "I didn't say I minded." He felt a bit like a child. He avoided looking at her initially, his cheeks a bit red at his embarrassment and then he noticed her shift in position. His head turned, curious, to see that she had set her laptop down and turned to face him properly.
He frowned in confusion, brows knitting together and his lips moving to form her name. "Ruth--" his voice died in the second syllable. He awkwardly shifted his arms to wrap around her as she collapsed against him, more confused than ever. And she was sputtering at a speed of too many words a minute and he nearly missed what she said.
Then it hit him.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
He blinked in surprise, then grabbed her by the shoulders to pull her back so he could look at her. He sucked in a breath and leaned forward, lopsided smile on his face. "Hey Ruthie," he said, pressing his forehead against hers. "Guess what." He didn't wait for her to answer, instead he closed the remaining space between them and kissed her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 8:43 pm
Whaaat?
Why were you coming closer, James? What did you want James? Why did you smile James? Did you hate her? What did you wa--?
Ruthie's eyes flashed open.
Oh.
Oh my.
As he kissed her, she smiled and laughed a gentle laugh. Twinkling eyes. Sunshine. Roses. She leaned forward and kissed him back. All things march on. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "James--" Have your feelings arrived so fast? She rubbed her nose to his. Poi-poi, who is the bad one who throws them away? "--James, is this what you wanted?"
Yep, you're a good one. Ah, you make me happy.
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 11:24 am
A tiny, unreasonable, part of him had been convinced that she would reject the kiss and push him away despite confessing to him. Then she leaned in to kiss him back and he could feel himself smiling against her lips.
He blinked at her when they separated and chuckled as she gave him Eskimo kisses. "Not exactly," he replied dropping his hands to her waist and tugging her toward him. He snuck in a second kiss. "This is better."
Okay, he was being a bit cheesy now but it was the only way he knew how to do romance.
Had Ruthie not come out with it, it was likely that James would have never approached the subject. Blurring the lines of friendship and romance were something he often preferred to avoid because it usually made everything a sticky mess.
"Is this what you wanted?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 9:54 am
"Of course, silly." The second kiss made her smile. "You're so cute. I've wanted this for a while--" Friendship. Feh. Friendship seemed nice, solid, but if they were truly friends, this shouldn't be a problem, right? Friends understood each other--fought for each other despite obstacles and misunderstandings, defended each other against rumors and gossip. James would do that, right? Her green-eyed friend. A good friend who asked about her arm--who wanted to know if he could avenge her. "--and those signals seemed so mixed, I just couldn't tell, you know?"
Goodbye cast. Goodbye Xenotime. Goodbye fear. It was her and James now, on a leather sofa,computers lit up in the sun. Warm backs. Gold overlaying everything. Yellow leaves.
"Shy throws me off." She laughed. "Makes me nervous. I can never tell with shy ones." One might argue that her exchange with Xenotime proved she couldn't read bold ones either. "But you're good! Nice, so I figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to try..."
She ran a hand through his hair. She tousled earlier, but now she brushed through. A light blush from his hands on her waist.
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 9:00 pm
His expression melded into something a bit more neutral, contemplative, when she referred to him as shy. A slight frown graced his lips as he shook his head. "I wouldn't say shy," he mumbled. Again they disagreed with word choice. "I'm more reserved than shy," he argued because he didn't have a problem with social interaction or interaction in general. Reserved was a better descriptive term for his personality.
He let go of her, briefly, to close his laptop and set it down on the floor beside his bag. "Sometimes, it's an internal debate whether or not to blur the lines of friendship with romance," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her toward him so that if she wasn't sitting in his lap already, then she would be now.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, lost in her purple hair trying to take all of her in at once. "Is this a good idea Ruthie?" He mumbled into her hair, suddenly questioning his decision to kiss her. He liked her, he really liked her but insecurity had a funny way of sneaking up on him. She was his one solid friendship, if things went array would their friendship stand or would it crumble.
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