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 Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 8:59 pm
She grunted at his comment about those she hated, but quirked an eyebrow at the comment that he didn't hate her. Between that and the dead bug gift, Antony didn't know whether to ignore these things or simply be amused by them. "You're the one who put me there," Antony pointed out while still holding onto his legs with her thighs (of steel), a smirk attempting to worm it's way out, "And this is the first time you complained..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 9:36 pm
Well, she had him there- but that didn't mean he had to concede gracefully. "My mistake," he said. Jesus, did mechanics jack up their cars with their legs? "Next time I'll drop you on the floor."
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 9:48 pm
"You've seen the magic of my knee haven't you?" She gave him a grin, crossing her arms over her chest in order to mock him. As far as her legs were concerned, sex could be quite a lovely work out. "Well, you'll meet it if you drop me." Though there was a bit of seriousness in the threat, Antony was pretty sure he wouldn't drop her.
However, she didn't want to push his buttons too much, so she put her hands on his legs (away from the family jewels), loosened her grip, and then pushed herself up and back off him as well as the couch. When her feet hit the ground, she raised her arms over her head and stretched, yawning loudly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 10:31 pm
Chert winced. Oh, indeed, he'd born witness to the... "magic," if the ability to reduce men into quivering, jelly-like balls of pain counted as such. "You wouldn't."
He was in the middle of breathing silent sigh of relief as she finally acquiesced and removed herself from her lap, when the languid motion revealed a good deal more of Antony than he'd been expecting to see. A hand quickly darted up to his forehead, and the silent sigh was voiced as a short breath of exasperation. Does she do these things on purpose? It was impossible for him to tell. Somewhere in the back of his head a small voice grinned- nice view- but most of him wanted to retreat to somewhere he'd be able to get his feet back under him. He scooted to the side and stood up beside Antony, scratching the back of his head with one hand.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 10:53 pm
Antony shrugged, "Just don't give me a reason to do it then."
Her hands went to pull her tank hem back down to where it had originally resided, casually scratching a phantom itch on her hip while they were down there. Suddenly, he looked nervous, like he wanted to simply run away and hide under a rock. "Something wrong?" She asked, raising her eyes up to meet his questioningly. "The pot wants to know."
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 11:14 pm
"The kettle is maintaining his stance of 'no comment," he responded with a twitch of his eyebrows. Maybe it was accidental. The curiosity in her face didn't seem to hold any sort of mockery, at least that he could detect. But the switch had already clicked over in his head, like a migrating bird's; it was time to find one of his solitary spots and sort himself out. He glanced towards the door. "Listen... thanks for the movie, but it's getting late."
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 11:25 pm
"Mhm, not a problem... And uh, thanks for the dead bug," the last part was added as an afterthought, and she offered him a lopsided grin. She had no clue waht she was gonig to do with said butterfly, but she'd think of something. Moments later, Antony was turning to leave, but not after she gave a sneaky pinch to the his side closest to her.
One last cheap shot tickle. "Ta," she smoothed, tails flipped up against her lower back as she slipped out the door to head back to her duplex.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 6:55 pm
"Butterfly!" he called after her belatedly, clutching one hand to his side.
She'd already exited, though, and Chert was left alone in the room with the TV still cheerfully emitting the orchestral score. He took a moment to stop the movie and put the DVD back in the case before heading out, more to give Antony some time to get back to her duplex than out of any sort of concern for neatness.
How was it he felt tired when he'd just taken a nap?
End RP
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