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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 18:21:20 GMT -5
Peter walked with Izzy, their hands entwined. Now that she was human, Peter wanted to be with her more, both for protection and almost need. "Are you comfortable with being human again?" he asked curiously.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 18:23:23 GMT -5
"Yeah, I love it. It's so... quiet." she breathed, gripping his hand tightly.
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 18:27:06 GMT -5
"Yeah, we haven't gotten any unwanted attention. Yet." He smiled. "Hopefully it'll stay that way, but with our luck who knows."
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 18:33:35 GMT -5
"Don't jinx it, Peter." Izzy laughed. "I seemed to do that last time."
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 18:37:14 GMT -5
Peter made a zipper motion across his lips, then turned the imaginary key turn and pretended to put it in his pocket. He smiled. How's that, he mouthed.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 18:47:05 GMT -5
"Peter." she groaned, gripping his arm. "We aren't children."
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 19:03:57 GMT -5
He laughed. "I wouldn't have been able to keep that up anyway. I don't think any key could keep my mouth shut."
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 19:05:01 GMT -5
"Me neither. Espicially around you."
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 19:09:26 GMT -5
He grinned. "Do I really make you want to talk that bad?" he asked. He didn't let her answer before he could kiss her.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 19:13:10 GMT -5
Izzy smiled and kissed him back, her hands on his cheeks.
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 19:28:15 GMT -5
He knew that he shouldn't be teasing himself like this, with temptation. But he couldn't help himself. He wrapped one arm around her waist, lifting her so they were face-to-face. He ran his other hand through her hair.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 19:33:54 GMT -5
Izzy felt her face grow hot as his arm went around her waist. Her feet were a few inches off the ground, and their lips locked. Be careful.[/ii] she told herself. She didn't want Peter to lose control.
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 19:41:56 GMT -5
Stop, stop, stop, he told himself over and over is his head, but his voice seemed quieter than a whisper, fading with each word. He felt her heartbeat get faster and he fought against the pleasure, pulling his face from hers. "Sorry," he whispered, setting her down.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 19:44:02 GMT -5
"I know." she replied, a little disappointed. "We have to be cautious."
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 19:51:22 GMT -5
"Sorry," he repeated. "I couldn't help myself. You know how it is, but it's harder since I'm in love with you. And being with you all the time effects it too, but don't get me wrong. I like being with you."
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