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Post by Benson Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 20:13:23 GMT -5
[/url] He was having trouble getting Andrea Bocelli out of his head. What in the hell got that song in there to begin with, anyway? Maybe it was because the hotel across the street was playing him singing "Noel" on their PA system a little while ago, and it had stuck. However it managed to crawl in, he was having the hardest time getting it out. Singing it wouldn't help. Benson was nothing short of tone-deaf. And he figured he'd better spare Andrua the ear-bleeding pain. Adjusting the beanie on his head, he stuffed his hands in his pockets. It was going to snow soon. The clouds above them were fat, weighted with the expectancy of letting it all just...fall. He smiled, keeping his eyes on the sparkling silver sky for a little while. |
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 20:29:37 GMT -5
Andrua shivered and huddled closer to Benson. It was cold out! Really cold! Andrua didn't like the cold. Cold was distracting. It bit through clothes and layers and just infected your whole body with the coldness. She could be hot any day. Heat just settled over you and eventually you could pretend it wasn't there, ignore it. But you couldn't do that with cold. Plus she wanted to hold her boyfriend's hand. But there was no way she was taking her hands out of her pockets. She should have worn gloves. Did she own gloves? She cocked her head in thought. Goalie gloves, somewhere. Did those count? She shook her head, dismissing that thread of thought. "I dunn like the cold," she said, shivering along with her voice, pulling a little kid's affectation to her words. "I can't be pretty and cold at the same time; I'm too busy shaking and chattering." As if to prove her point, he teeth chattered together on the last word. She giggled at that and burrowed closer to Benson's side. Tucking her nose against the warm fabric of his hoodie, she grinned. "You warm." Okay so there was one or two benefits of the cold. It made her extremely affectionate and allowed to cuddle as close to Benson as possible for no reason whatsoever. Although, thinking on it, she usually did that for no real reason. |
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Post by Benson Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 20:34:55 GMT -5
Despite what women said, Benson didn't believe men had a higher normal body temperature. He just wasn't all that affected by cold. It was uncomfortable, sure, but it usually didn't last because there was always a girl around--preferably his girl--who would rub up on him, trying to warm herself. Taking her petite shoulders under his arm, he brought her closer to his side. "Can't see how you're cold," he remarked idly, "when you have the jacket and the boots on. All I got's a sweatshirt."
And a beanie. A very nice beanie.
His lips pulled back when he grinned, chuckling at her antic. She'd spent way too much time around those Lawrence kiddies. "Joo cold," he joined her, figuring it'd be pointless trying to get her to stop. And it was...cute. "Do joo yike that I'm warm?"
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 20:43:58 GMT -5
She glared at his comment, debating how important it was that she blow a raspberry to him. She decided it wasn't important enough. "I'd stick my tongue out at you," she began, "but I don't want it to become a tongue-sickle. I just want you to know that I'm doing it in my mind." Then she tucked herself into his hold more. Sure, she had the coat and the boots, but she only had a tee on under the coat. And no socks, though that's how the boots were meant to be worn. "Plus you've got the skullie," she pointed out, tracing the hat. He looked so handsome with the skullie on for some reason.
Her whole face lit up with a grin when he returned the juvenile speech. "I yike that joo warm very much," she replied. In the end, she found a solution to her hand-holding dilemma. Wrapping one arm around his back, she tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans. There. Physical contact and warm hands. "And I yike joo," she added, raising on to her tiptoes to drop a kiss to his jaw. She chuckled happily, dropping back onto her heels
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Post by Benson Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 20:52:17 GMT -5
Pulling a face at the thought of a tongue-sickle ((eww, by the way?)), he nodded a few times, tugging back the corners of his mouth. "Okay, I know. And this is what you get for it." Unafraid to stick out his tongue, he ran it quickly up her cheek before retreating, knowing there would be severe consequences for his juvenile trouble. He snickered to himself, raising his shoulders as if to shield his face from her retaliation, peeking over at her from the corner of his eye.
"Oh, really?" he teased, his voice light, showing that he wasn't at all bothered by what he was about to say, "because from that awful rejection earlier this year, I wouldn't have ever thought that you liked me." Allowing her her new position, he wanted to rest his head on hers, but that would make difficulty walking. And he wasn't keen on crashing into people today.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 21:08:31 GMT -5
She spazzed briefly, rubbing her shoulder over her cheek furiously. Except his tongue had been warm against her cold skin... But that was still gross! "There are far better things that you can do with that tongue of yours," she shot back, wrinkling her nose.
For that comment, she would risk a tongue-sickle. Blowing a raspberry, she pulled her hand from his pocket and yanked his skullie off. She tugged it onto her own head, holding it secure. "No more hat privileges for you," she said, blowing another raspberry. She kept close to him though, close as she could manage.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 21:13:22 GMT -5
He threw his head back and laughed at her disgust. She got him with the same gross habit a few times. It was only fair that he managed revenge half of the time. "Like what? Stick it down your throat?" he bobbed his head, looking at her squarely, sticking his tongue out, even though her tongue-sickle comment still creeped him out somewhat.
"What?" he cried, trying to keep the hat on, but his reflexes had been too slow. Damn lack of celerity. "Hat privileges?" Popping his bottom lip out, he crossed his arms. His ears started to turn red, cold. "Fine. But if I'm not warm, then when we get home, you can't cuddle with me. You'll have to sit all by yourself on the other end of the couch. And I'll be eating my own cookies, thank you very much."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 21:29:07 GMT -5
She nodded fervently at his suggestion. "Yes. I like that tongue down my throat far more than against my cheek." Take the hint, take the hint.
"No!" She protested, whipping the hat off and replacing it on his head. Her hair was mussed with static and she straightened it a bit. "No, I sorry. I like cuddling. And cookies. And cuddling." She shifted closer to him. "Don't make me sit all alone, far away from you." She pulled a pout and the puppy-dog eyes, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 21:37:13 GMT -5
Was it bad that this woman knew just about every one of his weaknesses? Scooping her waist up in his arms, he smacked her flush against his chest, taking up her mouth in his, only just starting to tongue the inside of her lip. Nothing too much yet. Let her come to him. Give her a taste, then retreat. It was the worst kind of torture--temptation.
With a cheeky grin, he tugged it over his ears, settling satisfactorily into the hat like a comfy chair. "That's what I thought," he murmured, pulling her close again. "But we'll see about the cookies. You have to promise to help me make them if you wanna eat them."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 21:55:06 GMT -5
She felt her adrenaline rise as he pulled her close suddenly. A smile found her face but it softened as he pressed his lips to hers. She moaned softly, opening her lips more and coaxing him to follow suite. Her hands moved up, stroking at his scalp under the skullie. Mmm, she loved this boy. She pulled up, pressing her front closer to his.
She chuckled at that, shaking her head. "Oh, I'll help make them. We'll just have to make everything with double ingredients because I will be eating all the raw cookie dough. I'm sorry, it's the curse of my gender, you know." Rubbing her nose against him, she trailed her hands down his back, sticking both of them into his back pockets. "Can we make sugar cookies this time though?"
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Post by Benson Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 21:59:50 GMT -5
With a passive motion of his hand on her back as he led her along down the sidewalk, as if they hadn't just made out in the middle of the street, he gave her a single nod, as if to finalize the decision. "As you wish." Oh, wait. His face scrunched up. "But sugar cookie dough doesn't taste nearly as good as chocolate chip," he protested half-heartedly, then shrugged. "Still, you'll probably put something in there secretly that will make it taste better."
Mmm, cookies. Didn't matter what kind now that he was thinking about them. "Can we book it home? I'm freezing now."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 22:12:45 GMT -5
Andrua nearly swooned as he channeled Wesley. She couldn't help but drop another soft kiss to his lips. "I will. That something is called crack cocaine," she joked. Sugar cookie dough not tasting good? The boy was talking crazy. Clearly the cold had gotten to his higher-mental functions.
She shot him a look that told him she was sure he was brain damaged. "Says the man with teleportation," she joked. "Go for it, please. Sooner we get home, sooner we can cuddle and make cookies and cuddle and eat cookies and cuddle and have sex." She didn't know about him, but that sounded like the perfect schedule to her.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 22:24:54 GMT -5
Crack cocaine sounded good right now. Might somehow warm his inside. Fuck, he didn't know. He just needed to get the fuck home and sit beside--or, hell, inside--the oven that was baking the cookies. 'Cause his inner temperature was steady going down. "Hey, shut up," he chattered, jaw clicking up and down as he pulled her closer, hoping some of the heat from her coat or something would rub off on him. "The frigid cold makes my brain shut down. Hypothermia. Let's get the hell out of here."
Without thinking of anybody catching side of them, he teleported them into the warmth of his bed, already under the covers. He curled closer to her, head lodged underneath her breasts, arms around her miniscule waist.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 22:31:15 GMT -5
She "brrr"ed before finally finding herself in his warm bed, in his warm embrace. "Hmmm," she hummed happily, cuddling close. "Love you," she murmured. Still shivering, she wrestled her way out of her coat and snuggled as close to him as she could get. They might not make it to the cookies. She nudged his skullie off and ran her fingers through his short hair, heaving a sigh.
"I like this," she told him softly. She loved being right here, pressed close to him with no one else around.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 22:39:25 GMT -5
He gave off something that more or less resembled the whine of a cat. "No, no, no, nooo..." His hands groped around in search for the hat, palming where ever he thought her hands had gone. "Gimme, gimme." His head and ears were still cold, despite the new position and the addition of the bed covers.
"I'd like it better if I had my hat," he grumbled, sliding his hands under her shirt and emitting a long, loud sigh. "Holy shit, you're warm," he breathed in relief. Warmer than his hands, anyway, and it was likely to make her squirm, so with this knowledge, he kept a hold on her, not wanting her to wriggle away.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Dec 11, 2009 22:55:07 GMT -5
She shivered and gasped at his frigid touch. Letting out a slow breath, she shook her head. "Meeeean," she drawled. She squirmed to settled lower on the mattress, matching her face to his. She kissed his neck, working her lips over his earlobe, sucking on it gently. "Better?" she asked softly before returning to tending to his cold ears.
Her legs tangled in his as she pressed close. "And you're cold. The roles have reversed." She chuckled and laid her head on the mattress, cuddling up to him.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Dec 12, 2009 16:12:58 GMT -5
He kept his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip. "Gimme. T'fuckin'. Beanie," he grumbled, the corners of his mouth being pulled back, though his teeth wouldn't allow it. Finding it above their heads on the pillow, he shoved it back onto his head, letting his ears be exposed, not about to prohibit her mouth. Ah, warm.
Benson scoffed. "Yeah. 'Cause you had a coat. And then you took my skullie. That's instant freeze for a guy. Can't take his beanie, love. You should know this." Unable to contain his urges anymore, he took up her jaw in his palm, bringing their lips together in a soft but heavy kiss.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Dec 13, 2009 12:47:40 GMT -5
"Ooooh, grumpy," she teased, giggling as he tugged the hat back on. She pulled it to sit a little too low on his forehead teasingly. Settling back against his chest, she listened to him talk, rolling her eyes playfully. Men are such babies.
She easily fell into the kiss, eyes slipping closed. She moved her hands over his back, skimming them up under his hoodie. Taking in a breath, she suddenly pulled away, lips making a popping noise from the release of suction. "Cookies!" she declared excitedly. As much as she loved making out with the boy (and believe her, she really loved it), she wanted cookies. Bad. And when it came to cookies, Andrua had a one track mind.
And besides, they could make outwhile baking cookies too.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Dec 17, 2009 15:28:17 GMT -5
Grumpy. He could handle being in a bad mood, but never one of the seven dwarfs. His thought was bypassed as he took her up in a more manly production of a fierce kiss.
Her sudden proclaimation made him snap back, stare at her, confused, then sit up. If there was a time when Andrua was more exited about cookies than about making out, it was a very strange time, and he took the hint to start making those cookies before she turned savage. "Cookies!" he echoed excitedly, throwing his arms up in the air and dashing out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Cookie time!
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Dec 17, 2009 15:35:01 GMT -5
She giggled happily as he ran out and she jumped up to follow. She stopped by the couch though, tossing her coat over the arm and kicking off her boots. She loved being inside with the heat on. It just made everything warm and cozy. She hugged herself, enjoying the moment, before moving back into kitchen.
"Sugar cookies, right?" she reminded. Though they could make other cookies too. Chocolate chip was always good and Andrua was an M&M fiend. She didn't really like candy all that much, but she went crazy for M&Ms. And putting them in cookies... it was just doubly good.
She pressed up close to Benson, not able to resist dropping a kiss to his lips. Her hands dropped to his chest before she pulled away, giggling again. His nose was still cold! She gave him a playful eskimo kiss, hoping to warm him up a little more. Well, once they got the oven going and everything he was sure to heat up.
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