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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 20:00:41 GMT -8
Bastille paused in walking and let her brows slowly furrow as her lip inset slightly. With a slow and steady breathe she let out a snort.
"Alright chuckles, spill!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 20:05:42 GMT -8
He slapped her ass to try and spur her to move!
"You'll see when we get there. My little pudding pop."
God it was hard not to laugh as he said that last bit though. He didn't know how long he could keep up the cute crap. But it was just so much fun to tease her!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 20:07:28 GMT -8
"No! You will tell me now before I sacrifice the contents of my stomach to the ground. Where the hell do you even get this crap anyway?!"
Bastille growled, this was beyond disgusting. Anyone else and she'd be snickering, but when her own husband said this shit to her- it was like being doused in garbage.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 20:15:39 GMT -8
"I get it from my love for you. How you are the shining star of my life. Your features are as perfect as the greatest works of art. I can not begin to describe the heights of inspiration that you bring me too."
He wanted to gag saying it. But he tried to keep it wispy and fluffy!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 20:25:31 GMT -8
Bastilles brow twitched........and she quickly turned her heel and started staking back to the platoon, suddenly highly more interested in them.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 20:28:35 GMT -8
He kept his hand in hers and pulled her back to him. If he managed to do so his lips would assault hers in a passionate and domineering kiss. The hand holding hers squeezing again while his other hand moved to her hip for a moment. But only a moment before he would let it slide back to grip her ass.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 20:48:13 GMT -8
Bastille would just stumble a bit at being pulled back and as he kissed her she just stared at him. She might have resorted for squinting, to be slightly nicer, but...still staring and not exactly returning it, and then he gripped her ass. She would part and look at him.
"Can we make a new marriage rule that if you just want sex you can just ask instead of finding some really disgusting vocal foreplay...?"
She just smirked slightly.
"Πέρα από αυτό, ο ήλιος και τα αστέρια, που αγνοεί την πραγματική έννοια της ποίησης με τις άκαρπες προσπάθειες- ίσως καθώς και μόνο φιλί μου." Greek. Hopefully one of the language he didn't know.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 20:54:21 GMT -8
"It's not foreplay."
He said with a bark of a laugh. Cocking his head to the side as she spoke some bullshit that he didn't understand.
"You know I don't speak Spanish."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 20:59:34 GMT -8
"It's Greek Moron"
She said smirking and leaning up.
"E uhmo sayhd oui cilg yd buadno, so cfaad."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 21:04:29 GMT -8
"Oui haat du fung uh ouin bnuhihleydeuh, so muja. "
He replied with an almost smug bite to his voice. But he softened it with a quick peck to her lips.
"Come, I want to take you somewhere."
He began to lead her, dragging her if needed to one of Kiyr's garden rooftops!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 21:08:48 GMT -8
"Whatever" She said, taking his hand and following him quietly.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 21:15:28 GMT -8
He leads her up to one of the Terrace gardens. The roof was covered in soil except right next to the door. The corn, peas, beans, carrots have already been harvested on the top floor. What was left were plants awaiting the transformation into mulch.
However, at the far end of the roof overlooking Dragon Territory sat a basket and a blanket. Already set out and waiting for them.
"You've been busting your ass, and I know I've been busy but I thought it was prudent to show you that I see and appreciate the work you have put in. Especially because you have made your feelings clear about the Dragons."
And keeping her happy would keep his life running smoothly.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 21:18:08 GMT -8
Bastille would look on confused, as if she wasn't sure how he was supposed to react in this situation. Sure she'd set up plenty of these herself, when she ran a whore house and made money off this stuff...but knowing he wasn't buying her and that this actually was for her instead of her setting it up between a client and employee was much different. So she stared blankly.
"I'm afraid...." She said slowly.. "I dont understand" She was genuine about it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 21:22:09 GMT -8
He slapped her on the back of the head and rolled his eyes.
"It's a date dummy. Kids are being tended too, the men went running and kept busy, and we are alone. You and me, not working."
He didn't wait for her and stepped onto the dirt and made his way to the blanket. He would plop down and wait for her to join him. He planned for romance and dammit he was going to have it!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 21:24:18 GMT -8
Bastille cringed and snorted as she went to rub her head. Date, sure...because that was what normal couples did. She really should read a book on this stuff once in a while, not that it would do her any good. She walked over and sat down next to him. After a moment she leaned her head on his shoulder and didn't say anything. She might as well utilize him as a pillow, it seemed logical.
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