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Post by Kate on Sept 3, 2007 12:20:28 GMT -8
She had risen this morning and felt numb. Why? Because today she was nineteen years old. Kate had simply gone to the bathroom and showered. Scrubbed her skin, washed her hair, and thought about a lot of things. Her tummy was starting to grow finally. AS she dressed she noticed that her jeans were tighter, and the shirt wasn't going to fit like it use to.
She was getting fat.
Her fingers softly touched her stomach before she pulled her wet hair into a loose ponytail over her right shoulder. After that she left the bathroom and went to the kitchen. Kate would make breakfast for herself, and maybe something for Vale. French toast maybe? He liked sweets.
Pulling the apron on she couldn't help but feel depressed. She was going to get fat. Very fat. Growling under her breath about the bastard that did this to her, Kate began to make the french toast. Life in moments like these, just sucked.
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Post by valekin on Sept 3, 2007 12:30:15 GMT -8
French toast or not. He was out like a light. Head on the pillow body half covered with sheets. He didn't snore, he just slumbered, even with the light pouring through the window. He crawled into bed late, and wasn't about to get up of his own volition that was for sure. One thing's for sure, he hadn't noticed her getting any bigger. Not yet anyway. As observant as he is, he had yet to notice. Which could be taken either way.
"And then..."
He mumbled in his sleep. Yes, still out like a light. He was dreaming about something or other. Odd wasn't he?
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Post by Kate on Sept 3, 2007 12:37:21 GMT -8
Kate finished making the french toast, and piled it on a plate. She put that onto a tray with some orange juice and napkins. Everything they'd need for breakfast. Then she balanced it all carefully, and walked to the bed where Vale was sleeping. A small smile appeared on her lips, and the blonde sat down next to him.
"Vale. Valekin...time to wake up sleepy head. I made breakfast."
She set the tray in her lap, keeping it steady with one hand as the other gently shook Vale. Kate was nineteen today, and while she wasn't about to tell him, this was her own little celebration. And even if he didn't know, he'd be waking up. Even if she had to pour the orange juice on him. She'd just have to clean up the sheets and bed later.
"I'll tickle you Vale."
A threat, one she'd go through with too. Her only friend was asleep on her birthday. And he was so cute just sleeping there. Kate couldn't help but snicker at the thought of his sleepy face waking up. Cute. Valekin had always been cute to her. Always. She had just never seen him really wake up before.
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Post by valekin on Sept 3, 2007 12:47:39 GMT -8
"Tickle wha?"
He was up. He knew she wasn't joking now. Sure, he was between sleep when she first started talking to him. But now she was threatening him. And she wasn't the person he'd fight back against. Ok, he opened his eyes, and let the morning tears drop to the pillow before blinking and sitting up.
"Is that toast?"
I hate the french.
Their toast is ok.
It looked good, his memory was hitting him in the face with a hammer though. Something was today. Something important. What was it? Birth... birth... Birthday.... birthday. IT WAS HER BIRTHDAY FOO! He remembered now, and smiled that smile that told people that he knew something that they didn't. It made people uncomfortable. Often.[/color]
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Post by Kate on Sept 3, 2007 12:54:48 GMT -8
Oh yes, that face. Kate knew it well, and instantly hers became guarded. A little worried was more like it, but she nodded to his question. She loved french toast, and had been in the mood for it. Cravings. Ugh. She really was going to get fat. Big and fat and ugly. A sigh escaped her at the thought before she handed Vale a plate with the toast on it.
"I felt like making some this morning. I figured you'd want some. You always like anything sweet."
The blonde poured herself a glass of orange juice and then carefully placed the tray on the bed. Now that he was awake he wouldn't accidentally kick it off the bed or something like that. She forked a piece of toast and bit into it, loving the flavors in her mouth.
But....
Vale was up so something. Or he knew something. And it made her on guard. Because he had that look on his face. Made Kate want to tickle the information out of him. She could do it, easy. But the blonde would just wait for a bit and see what happened. Striking at a better moment always worked the best.
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Post by valekin on Sept 3, 2007 13:02:31 GMT -8
He forked his toast, and ate it. He was a tad hungry, after a long night of doing generally bad things to bad people, he had worked up an appetite. And was loving the maple syrup, the butter and the toast itself. Never give him a bottle of maple syrup, he will drink it on the spot. Which is a bad idea for those around him, because he's unbearable when he's hyper. Absolutely unbearable.
"Guess what."
He said, drinking some orange juice then forking another piece of toast. That smile was still plastered on his face. He'd wait for her to ask or to finish for him to tell her what she was supposed to be guessing. If she guessed it on the first try, she'd win a prize. A great wonderful prize. But if not, she'd still win the prize. It was win, win.
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Post by Kate on Sept 4, 2007 0:11:49 GMT -8
That look. The question. She had an inkling that he knew it was her birthday. But if she said so and Vale didn't know... IT WAS A TRAP!! A TRAP!!! Kate slowly chewed on the piece of french toast she was eating, to give her time to think of a better way to get out of this trap.
"I'm graduating in a couple of weeks?"
It was the truth. Soon enough she'd have enough credits to leave high school for good. The trip the hospital when she got jumped and her grades because of the gang she had been in had made her work harder now. At least Kate was pulling it off. With her worries cut down to the baby, Vale, and school, things were easier at school. She didn't have to "worry" about Vale so much as the baby, but as she wasn't fighting, drinking, or smoking, it was easier to relax about that.
"I wanna start college soon. But I'll take a break when the baby's born to get settled."
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Post by valekin on Sept 4, 2007 13:22:53 GMT -8
"It's your birthday silly."
Yes, he said it. There it's out in the open. He knew it, she knew it, no getting out of that. What, oh what, oh what would she do know that he said it. Completely throwing her other statements to the wind, because they weren't the answer he was looking for. Birthday was the answer he was looking for. Yes indeed. And he had something for her, he just wanted to know what she'd think now that he knew.
He was finishing up his french toast now. He ate quickly out of habit, you never knew when you'd be dispatched when you were fighting a war. This meant all meals had to be eaten quickly or on the go, either they wouldn't be eaten at all. Because they'd probably be blown into atoms. You never know when a shell might come crashing through your window anyway, best to die on a full stomach. A bit of a present for the person preforming your autopsy.
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Post by Kate on Sept 4, 2007 13:37:28 GMT -8
He knew. Shit. Kate looked away, bright eyes locked onto the wall. She didn't want to think about her birthday. About how she was just another teenaged pregnancy. Ugh.
"So?"
She was eating slower than Valekin. Why? Because it was good manners to eat slowly at the dinner table. Because that was the way she had been raised by her mothers, her father, and Rosa. Rosa had been Kate's nanny/house keeper.
"Are you done with that?"
Kate would collect the dishes after he finished. She set them all back on the tray and began to stand. So what if it was her birthday? There was nothing special about it. At least that's what Kate was trying to get through her mind. One year before... she had been with Jester. She had gotten condoms as a present from one of his friends. Or rather, the male had. Pft. Men.
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Post by valekin on Sept 4, 2007 13:56:00 GMT -8
"Oh, nothing special about birthdays really... I got you something though."
He got her something. Oh dear, what could that be? Clothes? Jewelry? Other things? It wasn't really that important, unless she made it that important. It just made him feel better that he got her something, besides, he was always taught to always pay attention to the women around you, and especially the ones you like, never to forget their birthdays and things, and to always give them gifts when it's necessary, and unnecessary.
"So what's on the agenda today, lie around?"
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Post by Kate on Sept 4, 2007 14:03:13 GMT -8
Alright, that made her pause. Her bright eyes locked onto him and she raised an eyebrow. He had got her something? Funny, Kate thought he wouldn't even remember her birthday. Not anyone should have anyways. But he had gotten her something. Now she wanted to know what it was. Until she knew... it would bug her. An itch in the back of her mind.
"Really... Just lie around all day? Sounds good to me."
She pushed the tray on the ground, out of the way. There was a grin on her lips and she inched closer to the man on the bed. Her hands raised and she had an evil look in her eyes. Yup. That was right. It was time to tickle Valekin.
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Post by valekin on Sept 4, 2007 14:07:16 GMT -8
Some brave brain cell in Valekin's head pressed the panic button. He knew what she was about to do. Tickle him. He didn't like that, because she could make him laugh until he couldn't breathe anymore. That was the worst, because it made breathing hard. And then he'd cough. But that wasn't what was really that bad.
It was that she'd tickle him.
"Oh no no no... I know what that look means."
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Post by Kate on Sept 4, 2007 14:15:02 GMT -8
"Too bad Vale. Too bad."
Kate grabbed his wrists. Her smile was oh so sweet now. So beautifully disarming. The blonde had learned to use that smile to disarm many men. It tended to work. 99% of the time. Her fingers would shoot to his side and begin to wriggle. Begin to tickle as they slowly crept upward. Weird as it was, almost everyone was ticklish in their armpits. No one really knew why, they just were.
She'd just tickle him till he couldn't breath, and then leave him be for a moment before starting the process all over again. Kate had tons of fun doing this, though she hadn't in awhile. It was fun to tease Vale.
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Post by valekin on Sept 4, 2007 14:20:09 GMT -8
"EHEH!"
The laughter came, and then the inability to breathe. Sure he could have escaped if he really felt like he was under attack. But it wasn't that bad, so what. He wouldn't be able to breathe for a little while. Then he started coughing, and then could breathe again... that wouldn't really be much of a reprieve. She assaulted him again with those magic fingers.
"Come... on...... Can't.... breathe......"
Death by tickling. Wasn't really that dangerous. But hadn't he read that it had happened at some point to some poor person?
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Post by Kate on Sept 4, 2007 14:24:08 GMT -8
Kate smiled, and moved away from him. There was a grin on her lips, green eyes dancing. Vale was funny. Oh so funny. She bounded off the bed, and collected the tray on the floor. The blonde walked to the kitchen humming to herself. Life was good. Vale made everything better.
Beginning to clean the dishes, Kate gave Vale time to get himself ready for the day before the next assault. Get his guard down. She loved teasing him. So much fun. Still humming she cleaned the pan used for the toast and put everything away. Funny how, now, she was actually acting like a woman was "suppose" to. By cleaning and cooking. It was all she did now, like second nature.
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