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big_callahan

[RP] I am trouble walking...

Feb 29, 2008 09:47

After tossing off a reply to Baileigh, who was literally just across the room, Cain set his laptop on the coffee table and rose from his seat. Nuked coffee...God, he was desperate. But he really was...facts were facts, and he'd long since stopped fighting the fact that he ran on caffeine at this point ( Read more... )

rp: baileigh solis, roleplaying, at home: corpus christi

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deep_red_bells February 29 2008, 20:51:35 UTC

She wasn't *terribly* upset or anything...but she *had* to take the opportunity while it was here to mess with him a little bit. Just a little bit.

"Nothing," Baileigh pouted, folding her arms moodily as she balanced her laptop carefully on her thighs. "Except that I said I loved you and you told me to shut up. Butthead."

big_callahan February 29 2008, 23:28:49 UTC

Cain narrowed his eyes down at her, growling as he leaned down to steal another kiss before climbing over the back of the sofa to sit beside her.

"You're being a brat and jerking me around, and you *know* I can't do shit when you pout at me like that so fuckin' stop." he grumbled, draping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her lightly into him. "Look, I'm sorry, ai'ight? I need fucking coffee is all."

deep_red_bells February 29 2008, 23:33:18 UTC

"Well, if you'd been a little nicer, maybe I'd've been a sweet little housewife and said 'Oh, honey, don't trouble yourself, *I'll* go make you a fresh pot of java,' but nooooooo, not you," Baileigh continued to pout, adding a little lower-lip trembling for dramatic effect even as she set her laptop down and cuddled close. "*Meanie.* Honestly, why'd I go and fall in love with you?"

big_callahan March 2 2008, 07:10:32 UTC

"Because you're a crazy-ass masochist." Cain rumbled in reply, pressing a kiss against the top of her head as he pulled her a little bit closer, nuzzling her hair with a sigh. Maybe he didn't need coffee after all...maybe he just needed her, like he always fucking needed her.

When the hell did she get to be like oxygen for him?

Bending his head, Cain nuzzled her temple, urging her head to tilt so he could press a kiss against the delicate skin between temple and jawbone. "So, what can I do to make it all up to ya?"

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