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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:00:20 GMT -8
"I would imagine not." He yawned and snuggled a bit closer to her, moving his arm up so that he could gently stroke her hair.
"I'm going to embarrass the crap out of you during the wedding."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:07:31 GMT -8
"....................................."
Bastille just sat quietly.....very quietly and very still.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:08:26 GMT -8
Mathew just leaned in to kiss her forehead again.
"Sleep time now."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:11:49 GMT -8
And Bastille just sat there for a second before precariously trying to move herself to the edge of the bed to get up....and sneak away. Maybe if she grabbed the kids and left now........
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:12:26 GMT -8
Mathew would grab her hand and keep her from moving past arms reach.
"Lay down and rest or I will punish you."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:15:07 GMT -8
Bastille sat still again....but didn't seem to be headed towards sleep.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:18:33 GMT -8
"Good girl."
Close enough.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:21:35 GMT -8
Bastille just sat there, staring side ways towards the door. She would eventually raise her hand up lightly to run through his hair- returning the affection. (if only to get rid of her nervous jitters) Her body kept going through hot and cold flashes due to the slight fever, so she would squirm uncomfortably at times. Regardless...sleep didn't seem like it would be an option. Despite her eyes opening and closing frequently.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:24:30 GMT -8
He wanted to smile at her, but the way her body shivered as her temprature waxed and waned along with her gaze toward the door made him frown. She was not handling this well. He thought. He didn't know how one was supposed to handle this.
"You can see them again in another hour. I want you to rest up just a little bit more. Ok sweety."
He tried to compromise.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:38:22 GMT -8
"Right." She muttered not arguing. Her fingers stroked his neck quietly to let him know she was okay...just...temperature sucking. A lot.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:45:39 GMT -8
"Good girl."
He said quietly before he started to hum, moving to stroke her hair gently and try to lull her to sleep.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:50:56 GMT -8
She stuck out her tongue at him- a devilish smirk.
"Dont patronize me."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:51:46 GMT -8
He takes the tongue as an invitation to kiss her and brings his lips to hers. He didn't even care if he just kissed her tongue. He would patronize her all he wants!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:54:30 GMT -8
She bit his tongue right back but gladly pulled him in to the kiss. Although she cringed when she moved too much.
"Damn it" she muttered in a defeated tone, her lips still pressed firmly against his.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 25, 2013 23:58:13 GMT -8
He continued to kiss her as his hand slid down her side gently to her hips.
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