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 Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 7:28 pm
"I know exactly what you thought, Mimsy." His smile was slow, and maybe a little sad. He knew he was stupid, but he'd never been that stupid. She tried to cut his heart out with scissors. "And you're right, they were reckless ideas, but all that matters is that you didn't do 'em. Instead, you did - " No, Robert. This wasn't the time for dirty jokes. "You did me the greatest honor I could ever ask for, and made me yours." He wanted to be hers. All of him, not just his heart. He wanted his mind and his body and his soul and every single thing that made him the guy he was, to be hopelessly intertwined with her existence. That felt right. Nothing less was ever going to be enough for them. He let her words sink in deeper, and lost himself in the pleasure of hearing them. Irreparable emptiness, she'd said. Now that she understood. She understood. "Oh, goddamnit." It was starting to anger him how many times he'd burst into tears when he talked to her. He wiped his eyes angrily, and laughed at his own unmanly behavior. "Why do you even ********' love me, I'm just a big mushy mess always cryin' every time you make me feel so good, so ********' lucky, god." He pulled his arms over his head and tried to hide his face. "I'M UNFIT TO LOOK AT!"
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 8:17 pm
Guilt was still absent from Mimsy's mind, as it had (almost) always been, but it didn't stop her from being disappointed in herself when she felt as if someone was disappointed in her. She tightly closed her eyes and prepared herself for words that would inevitably be painful to her, but he only gave her words that were happy. Really, she should not have expected anything but this. She smiled against him and allowed herself to relax, until he began to cry. "Don't think such ridiculous things. That is part of the reason why," she said, gingerly pulling one of his hands away from his eyes. "You always so readily show what you are feeling, and I cannot easily describe how important that is to me. Therefore, it does not depreciate your value to me when you cry - quite the opposite, in fact!" Tears may have been understandable, but the attempt to hide himself and the 'outburst' that followed startled her. She jumped and nearly fell backwards in her hurry to cover her eyes, too panicked to do anything other than react directly to his exclamation. "What? Why? No-- wait--I--" Cautiously, she separated her fingers just enough to peek between two of them. Her vision was a bit blurry, due to the skewed glasses that her hasty actions left behind, but he didn't appear unfit in any way that she could see. "But...do you remember how it felt when we could not see each other in Wonderland? How we searched with congratulations until we could locate one another? You do not truly wish to be invisible now...do you?"
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 8:46 pm
She was covering her face, because she took him so seriously - she always took him so seriously - he loved that she took him so so so seriously - and he moved his arms to watch her, shaking with giggles at how unbelievably precious the sight of her was. She could be so beautiful, so innocent and precious at times, that it made his heart ache with love that threatened to expand until it exploded and killed him. She reminded him of Wonderland, and he felt all of that flood of joy and mischief fill him once more. His grin reached unnatural proportions, and he scooped her back up in his arms, burrowing his face so hard between her hands that he passed through them to find her face again. "Never! Never, never, never, never, I have to see you and touch you and kiss you and CONGRATULATIONS!" The moment he said it, he took her lips like they were a life saving drink of water, and poured himself into her so freely that he felt like he would lose control. His entire body was leaning in to her, holding her against him while he kissed her with drunken heady intensity. He kissed her like they were in Wonderland, and showed no signs of stopping at a kiss. But unsmoothed wooden floors weren't meant for love making, even with the blanket she'd brought covering them. He barely managed to pull himself away before he lost sight of where he actually was, and stared down at her - how had he gotten this far without even realizing it? - and grinned guiltily. "Sorry," He chuckled out in and uneven shudder of a breath. "I got lost."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 9:38 pm
The response would have made Mimsy laugh, had she had any time to do so before he kissed her. The hands that had been covering her face busied themselves by tangling her fingers in his hair; it was the single thing that she made any attempt to hold onto as she allowed herself to be swept away in the strong current of his affection. All of the reactions of her body against his were far from the rigid, frightened motions before. She followed him everywhere that he led her with a practiced ease, without over-thinking this or smothering it with anxieties, because those had no place here. Even if she'd tried, she would have learned very quickly that it would simply not be possible. But she didn't need for it to be - these moments were moments where she truly felt every ounce of what he gave to her, as if he really was pouring more and more of his seemingly infinite love and emotion into the empty spaces. His direct contact (full of amounts of emotional intensity that she never otherwise experienced) always elicited a direct response from her, and she couldn't ignore that significance. It was a satisfying indicator of success, and it was comparably as dangerously intoxicating to her as it was to him. A barely audible noise of protest escaped when he pulled away, and she took a deep breath as she tried to remember how to form words again. "Got lost and found me, so...congratulations," she whispered, voice fractured and stifled beneath the rush of endorphins that urged her towards another kiss. This was a cause for celebration, after all.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 6:31 pm
The surge of necessity had him throwing his head back and crowing out the word that he couldn't help but scream every time she said it.
"CONGRATULATIONS!"
But it was the last straw, and letting out such a freeing yell had him throwing away tact and decency in favor of congratulating her right there on the unfinished floor of their new house. So he did. He congratulated her without the need of wonderland or magical cards or doves and confetti. All he needed was her. And his big, loud mouth.
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