Home again (RP for Emma)

Feb 05, 2008 20:36

After this RP.Scott slept in the car on the way back from the cabin. By the time he woke up, in fact, Logan had parked in the garage and left him there. Scott grinned, shaking his head as he got out of the car. He sniffed his shirt, which smelled like sweat -- only some of it his, and decided to go straight upstairs and change, before he did ( Read more... )

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ice_emma February 6 2008, 16:51:21 UTC
"You smell like you've not showered all weekend," Emma said by way of greeting, but she softened her statement by tilting her head and smiling up at him. "Of course I missed you. Though Katherine doesn't steal the covers as much as you do."

Emma paused her game--she was about to get to the next level of Bejeweled--and leaned back against him. Scott's body felt strong and muscled, so different from Katherine's. She felt herself relax. I was not worried he wasn't going to come home, wasn't worried he wasn't going to love me anymore after he had his weekend with Logan.

"Did you have a nice weekend, darling?"

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cyke_out February 7 2008, 03:42:40 UTC
"It was all right," he said, rubbing his hand over her hair. "I'm glad you missed me, though." He ignored the comment about Kitty, not particularly wanting to think about who else had been in Emma's bed. Hypocritical of him, probably, but there it was.

He pushed her wheeled chair back, got to his knees and lay his head across her lap. "Have I said lately that I love you? Because I do. More than anything."

And he winced inwardly as soon as he'd said it. He hadn't meant for his words to come out so. . .comparatively. But he didn't say anything else, just reached out to stroke her leg.

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ice_emma February 7 2008, 21:49:49 UTC
Emma gave a slight smile and reached down to draw her fingers through his hair. "I know that, Scott. And I love you. While this is very sweet, are you all right? Did something happen?" Do I need to melt Logan's brain?

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cyke_out February 8 2008, 00:12:46 UTC
He pulled away from her and stood up, putting his hand to the back of his neck. "Does something have to be wrong for me to . . .?"

He shook his head and stepped toward the door.

"Forget it, I'll go take a shower."

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