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Post by Charity Christos on Aug 21, 2010 12:21:20 GMT -5
"Well not quite." She laughed, waggling her ringless hand. "And dont get any ideas."
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Post by Caleb Cross on Aug 21, 2010 12:25:01 GMT -5
"If I didn't think you'd kill me, I'd already have asked."
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Post by Charity Christos on Aug 21, 2010 12:32:29 GMT -5
She laughed; "Really?" Shaking her head; "I wouldn't kill you, I'd probably growl a little bit."
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Post by Caleb Cross on Aug 21, 2010 14:35:13 GMT -5
"But what would the growling get me?" He asked, hinting a little to her.
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Post by Charity Christos on Aug 21, 2010 15:25:23 GMT -5
"Angry sex?" She offered, playfully.
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Post by Caleb Cross on Aug 21, 2010 15:26:29 GMT -5
He chuckled and nodded, knowing everything he needed to. "Alright then."
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Post by Charity Christos on Aug 21, 2010 17:52:09 GMT -5
She knew that look. Charity rolled her eyes, bent to kiss him and then pulling her robe around her rose from the bed. "I'm going to pretend your not looking at me like that." The red head told him, with a flip of her hair, sliding a beautiful butterfly clip into the side of it and keeping it tame in its lose curls. "I'm also going to pretend your not going to think about this anymore." Its not that she wouldn't marry him. Its that, when looked at logically, she didn't have very good marriage role models. There was... well Kip and Gwyn, who'd been in love since they were teens. Charity loved Caleb, she loved him wholly and dearly and she wanted to spend her life with him, or his anyway. But could she really do it? She didn't know. She didn't know if she could get passed her mental block. She shook her head and went to change, locking the bathroom door behind her. After all, the women in her family really didn't have alot of luck. Her mom was raped and abused, her sister did it for a living and Charity had had her fair share of bastards before Josh. Not that she was dreaming of comparing Caleb to those men, never would she do such a thing. But none of them had a lucky escape, right now she had a spring in her step, two beautiful children and a loving man. She wasn't about to push her luck, she definatly wasn't ready to risk anything to lose him. That was why this had to go so well. It was why she was so nervous. Best behaviour, they had to like her, they just had too. In the mirror she tried on seven outfits, not liking any. From dress to pants, to skirt, to boots to heels to flats. Nothing seemed to ring in right. With a frustated growl she slamed her lipstick onto the sink. This was so bloody hard because she cared far too much. Finally her mind settled on an outfit, not too mommy not too young. Something that hopefully said enough at first glance. She fnished her make-up and came out of the bathroom. "If this won't do I'm not going." She told him, definatly a little stressed out.
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Post by Bails on Aug 23, 2010 11:02:28 GMT -5
Caleb took her hand and smiled at her. "You look beautiful as you always manage to do. Whereas I normally end up looking like a lug. Prepare for comments about how you're too good for me." He teased, pushing back a strand of red hair. "And we'll be fine. My family? They're bland, normal people. There's very little hidden beneath the surface with them."
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