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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 0:28:00 GMT -5
She nuzzled his neck happily and pulled her arms around his shoulders. She felt so safe and comfortable and at peace against him. Giggling, then, she pulled away a little, resting her forehead on his. "So. You know about the only important guy in my life really. What about you? Any interesting tales of ex-girlfriends?"
She wasn't the jealous type. Not at all. Especially not about girls in the past. She had Benson now and that was all that mattered. She was genuinely interested to hear about the other girls, though. What they had done that caused the relationship to end. Or what he had done. She grinned softly at that. She didn't even know if he had any serious relationships in the past...
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 0:31:59 GMT -5
He tried to remember. He wasn't really interested in girls in his early years (which probably accounted for his obsession with them now), what with his father shoving him face-first into schoolwork all the time, and even in high school, he was the freak for knowing every language known to man and unknown to man. Ancient Aztec was no walk in the park. Benson sighed, shaking his head with a nonchalant shrug.
"Not really. Maybe a two-second crush here and there. Nothing serious, I guess. My life was pretty boring before you came in." He grinned down at her, making the top pieces of her wet hair stand up. He chuckled. "Cute. Leave 'em."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 0:37:16 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow. He hadn't been interested in girls? Really? That didn't seem plausible with Benson. Benson, who was always hot for someone's bod. She snorted to show her disbelief, but nodded all the same. If he said so...
Frowning, she crossed her eyes to see what he had done. "Silly," she commented lightly. She smoothed the hair down with her telekinesis and sighed contentedly. Leaning back against his chest, she started playing with the band of his shorts. "I wanna go see Mo soon," she said absently. She was sure he wouldn't be able to even begin to translate what she had said to what she had meant but oh well. The exhaustion was starting to settle in. \
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 0:57:44 GMT -5
His fingers trailed down to her hand, folding over her palm. "Mo? Lawrence kid, right?" There was some hubbub going on with that, but he'd only heard the tail end of some rumors. How come Andrua was interested in going to see her? He didn't know she was into the whole "kid" scene. That got him wondering.
For a little while, anyway.
It was also clear that she didn't believe him when he said he hadn't been drawn in by girls when he was little. Oh, well. She could believe what she wanted. Benson rubbed her back, feeling her start to get a littl heavier. "Goin' t'sleep?"
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 1:05:06 GMT -5
Andrua nodded, chuckling. "Glad you understood that." Snuggling closer, she went on, "Yeah. Heard she was a total cutie and I lo-" She was interrupted by a yawn. Finishing it off, she rubbed her eyes sleepily. "And I love kids, so."
The rhythm of his hand moving over her back was so soothing she thought she might drift off right there. But she shook her head to answer his question. "Uh-uh." She straightened up a little and pressed her lips to his a little insistantly. Her hands drifted into his hair and her eyes fluttered closed.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 1:10:24 GMT -5
Chuckling under his breath, feeling the vibrations in his chest resonating, he replied, "Omnilingualism isn't just for languages, I guess. I can understand Andrua's Speech of Mumbling in My Shirt." His fingertips grazing over the cotton of his shirt on her back almost put him to sleep as well. Her back; her body shape painted pictures in his mind that lulled him. The curves, the subtlties, the softness. No air of falsehood or harsh corners taken.
She loved kids? His heart stopped a minute.
Again he scoffed, mimicking her: "Uh-uh," sounding unconvinced, knowing she was going right to sleep whether she liked it or not. And when they woke up he would shower, too; maybe go see this Lawrence kid, grab something to eat after. He just didn't want to stay asleep too long. There was something he wanted to talk to her about.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 1:16:30 GMT -5
She pouted a little, wanting to make-out more. But she was tired. She snuggled into his neck, pressing close. "Carry me?" she requested. "But don't teleport," she stipulated. "'Cause that's not sexy and romantic like carrying is." She was babbling gibberish, she knew but she was sleepy. She figured she was excused. One hand slid down, under his collar, to splay over the warm flesh over his back. Her other arm hooked around his neck, keeping her locked tight against him. [ ]
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 1:25:48 GMT -5
"I'm sorry that this unromantic and non-sexy boyfriend of yours has aching feet and doesn't like to walk if he doesn't have to," he retorted the mouthful, realizing afterwards that he should've kept the thought to himself. But she was drifting off, anyway, and he figured she only caught words--or maybe just sounds--of his spiel. Lifting her, he carried her slowly over to the bed, laying her down and moving the hair out of her face, looking over her before kissing the hinge of her jaw just before her ear.
"Be right back," she whispered to her, moving away to shower so she didn't have to inhale his stench all night. After the fastest shower he could manage and a quick change into sweatpants, he crawled ever so stealthily onto the bed next to her, careful not to disturb her peaceful form. Ben molded his body to cradle hers, arm around her waist, holding her close.
"Love you."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 1:35:36 GMT -5
Andrua mumbled something that may or may not have been a response. Once she was laid on the mattress though, she gripped a pillow and cuddled up to it as if it were Benson. She curled her legs up to her stomach, keeping in a compact ball as she usually slept. At the light touch of Benson's lips to her jawline, she smiled loosely and lifted a hand, running it briefly over the nape of his neck.
He moved away then, drawing a groan from her. Once she heard the water working, though, she understood. She drifted in and out of sleep while he was away but the minute he was back she reached for him. Fitting herself against him, almost so close as to be water-tight if the need arose, she felt her body finally relax. "Love you back," she mumured into his neck before drifting off once more.
[[So. We can either have them wake-up in the wee hours of the morning if youre up for some midnight loving or sometime the next day for whatever Benson wanted to talk to her about (i'm assuming having kids and the like XD) and eventually seeing Mo. Although, the more I think about it, if you dont want to do midnight loving (lol) then he could still wake up in a few hours and then wake her up to talk. I think that would be cute. Whatever you want, though! ^ ^]]
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 1:39:31 GMT -5
[[Before I even say anything, let me tell you that I already combined the two ideas in my head before you even suggested combining them. Lol. And truthfully, I was bullshitting that whole thing about him wanting to talk to her (I just needed something for him to say that was moderately intriguing), but I'll come up with something if it's not gonna be about kids. I just think it's too early for that. Like "Hey! We've been in a sexual relationship for only a few months! Wanna have kids?" Like... O.o ANYWAY. I'll probably have them wake up in the "wee hours of the morning" to talk. Just because that's adorable.]]
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 1:42:45 GMT -5
[[LOL well I didn't ean them having kids. Just the idea of kids. lol. But kay! And yay! because i really like the idea of them talking in the dark and Andrua'll be totally out of it for the first few posts. ^ ^ i'm excited. go for it.]]
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 1:47:44 GMT -5
[[Lol sounds good. Here I go.]]
He'd been staring at the clock for the past for minutes, watching the colon blink the seconds away, watching the segmented numbers on the electric clock face rearrange themselves into different patterns. It was now 4:24 in the morning--they usually got up in maybe and hour and a half, but today, he had a feeling she'd want to sleep in. Just an odd hunch. Still, he wanted to talk to her about something. Now. Why now? Fuck, even he didn't know. It was something he needed to flush out now before he lost all sensations of his need.
He hated to wake her, but...
Pressing his lips to the nape of her neck, he kissed slowly up to her cheek where he delicately hummed in her ear, "Dru. Hey. M'sorry to wake you up, but...y'got a second? You can go right back to sleep after, I promise. That okay?" If she didn't want to bother waking up, that was fine with him.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 1:57:02 GMT -5
She was kicking ass against Manchester United. It was the last quarter, thirty seconds on the boards. Three up and she had the ball and she was going for the 18. It was wide open. Nothing but her and the net and Van Der Sar. But she had the plucky Dutch right where she wanted him. And just as she was lining up the shot as if she was aiming for fucking Beckham's nuts themself, someone was kissing her neck and murmuring her name and waking her up.
Goddamn. If it was anyone other than ManU, she wouldn't have minded. But...she was about to beat ManU!
She awoke rather ungracefully, unusual for Andrua. She groaned a little and pulled from Benson, burying her face in the pillow. She did not want to be awake. She wanted to kick him. Rather hard. In the shins. For even thinking of waking her up. But then she glanced at the clock and realized (somehow, with her sleep-fuzzy mind) that it must've been important if he was waking her up at that time to talk.
"What's up?" she asked sleepily. She fixed her eyes on his thought, showing her that she was in the conversation if a little drowsy.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 2:03:03 GMT -5
A smile crossed his lips as he watched her wake with a start, clearly disgruntled by being awake at this hour at all, rubbing a hand over her thigh so to calm her and maybe make the transition between unconsciousness and consciousness a little easier. "Sorry," he apologized again, showering her face with soft pecks, hating to have upset her. She looked in such deep a sleep. Damn I'm stupid.
Ah, well. Couldn't be undone now. She was awake, and hopefully willing to converse for maybe a hour hour or so. Then he'd let her go back.
"Dunno," he started off, realizing it probably wasn't the best way to win her attention after she unwillingly woke. "I mean, I do know, but..."
Smooth, Thomas.
Benson let out a long, drained sigh. "When you were talking about the Lawrence kid before," he tried again, "you...well, you just said you loved kids." If she got where this was going, she was ten times more clued in than he was. "What about kids...makes you love them? I guess?" Of course kids were cute, but he had never taken the time to really think about why he might like them or dislike them. He wasn't sure. He'd never been exposed to more or less little (young) people.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 2:12:38 GMT -5
The kisses were nice. So was the hand on her leg. Very nice. Almost as nice as beating Manchester. But if he woke her up just for some nookie, she was going to kick him right in the balls. Hard.
When he got to the ramble about kids, she perked a brow. He woke her to talk philosophy? Why she liked kids? Why wouldn't she like kids? Andrua exhaled a little and scooched closer to him. "Lucky I love you, Thomas," she murmured, laying her head on his shoulder.
Where to begin? "With kids... It's like... You know how kids can totally make a fool of themself and no one cares? 'Cause they're just kids? Well, they're the same way. Like me, as an adult, can be a total ass playing make-believe or pretending to be a dinosaur or whatever. If another adult saw me, they'd think I was nuts or juvenile or whatever. But a little kids just thinks that's awesome; encourages it even. And...well, sometimes I like being a dinosaur, you know?"
She was explaining this so trippy but her brain wasn't quite working. It just came down to not being inhibited around little kids. They wouldn't judge you. They were amazed if you could whistle and wouldn't care what your yearly income was. It was nice to have that freedom sometimes.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 2:17:16 GMT -5
So...they just laughed with you, no matter what you did? Benson, a little troubled and confused, rubbed his hair, not fully understanding. He got the analogy all right, because Drua would sometimes be a dinosaur around him and he'd call her weird, but... A kid wouldn't do that. He sighed, wishing now that he'd had more siblings a little farther apart in age so he could know what the fuck this world was about.
Kids were immature, yes, but that could be fun? He'd never seen it like that. He could just be a goof and they wouldn't care. He laughed, inwardly at first, but then in grew. He shook his head, rolling over onto his back. "So...we're just grown-up kids, then, huh? We like being dinosaurs, but can't in the real world."
He cleared his throat, wishing he could experience this. Maybe seeing Mo wouldn't be such a bad idea. And, hey, they had another kid, right? Maybe kill two age groups with one stone.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 2:24:36 GMT -5
Andrua laughed at his summation but nodded. "Yes, that too. Do you understand now?" She grinned up at him. He was so cute. He woke her up at four-fucking-thirty in the morning to talk about why she liked kids. Because he genuinely wanted to know.
"Can I go back to kicking Van Der Sar's ass now? Or is there more?" She shimmied against him a little. She didn't mind staying up with him. Not really. She would answer whatever questions he had for her.
[[Riley. "kill two arge groups with one stone" sounds so, so wrong. But I will excuse you since it's 3AM ^ ^]]
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 13:00:11 GMT -5
He shrugged, figuring he could deal with going to see the kids later today. It might be good for him, he didn't know. Maybe some exposure to things he wasn't used to would send him in a different direction; spiraling into some new frontier. Which, hey, would be an experience unto itself--but could also be fun.
Then he felt bad for realizing he'd woken her up from a dream where she was playing ManU. Typical Drua dream. Laughing inwardly, he stroked her hair once before settling down nicely behind her again. "Yes, I'm sorry I woke you. Go score that winning goal."
If he had any more questions, he'd ask them later. Right now he wanted to watch her sleep, maybe doze off himself eventually.
((aaaaahahahahahaha. wow. i didn't even realize that until you pointed it out. thank you for letting my 3AM literature slide. xD))
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 22:26:48 GMT -5
Andrua mustered up a cheeky grin. "It was the winning goal, too." She settled against him, shutting her eyes as she continued her slightly slurring narration. "Thirty seconds on the board and I had that cocky Dutch looking right when I was gonna go left." She trailed to a mumble, burying her face into his neck.
Tangling her legs with his, she drifted off slowly, letting her breathing fall in rhythm with his. Tomorrow they would go see Ollie and Mo and maybe she could show him, first hand, what she meant about kids. It would probably make more sense than her half-alseep, nonsensical, four-thirty-in-the-morning ramblings.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 22:32:27 GMT -5
Nine in the morning. Finally, a day to sleep in. Light poured into the room and he stretched his foot over to close the curtains. He didn't want to be fully awake yet. Maybe a minute or two just to cuddle with the sleeping Andrua before he was certain she was going to wake up, too. Then he'd open the curtains again. But not now. It was too early and he was too tired to deal with New York bustle.
Benson hummed in satisfaction against her neck, sighing and kissing the line where her hair met her flesh. He could spend all day lying here.
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