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Post by Faeylinn on Jan 25, 2010 18:59:03 GMT -4
"I don't know about you, but I don't really want to leave this room for a while..."
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Post by Patrick Hepditch on Jan 25, 2010 19:00:37 GMT -4
"Neither do I..." He smiled and kissed her again.
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Post by Faeylinn on Jan 25, 2010 19:01:25 GMT -4
She kissed him back, tightening her arms around his waist slightly and pressing closer to him.
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Post by Patrick Hepditch on Jan 25, 2010 19:09:18 GMT -4
He leaned back, lifting her up off the ground. He carried her over to the bed and fell back on it. He continued kissing her. "Just me and you. . . good way to spend a day?" He smiled.
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Post by Faeylinn on Feb 3, 2010 18:44:18 GMT -4
She smiled back and nuzzled his neck. "Absolutely."
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Post by Patrick Hepditch on Feb 3, 2010 18:56:54 GMT -4
He smiled and rolled over so she was on the bottom. "But we need to teach you to defend yourself..." He walked over to the closet and pulled out a long bamboo stick. "Want to Spar?"
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Post by Faeylinn on Feb 6, 2010 21:27:03 GMT -4
She eyed it nervously, then took it. "Alright, but I better not get bruised from this."
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Post by Patrick Hepditch on Feb 6, 2010 21:32:58 GMT -4
He rolled his eyes. "Bruises will be your least concern... attack me. . ."He said cooly.
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Post by Faeylinn on Feb 7, 2010 10:22:34 GMT -4
"I don't want to attack you!" She wasn't a very violent person, and held her stick awkwardly like it was a baseball bat.
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Post by Patrick Hepditch on Feb 7, 2010 10:24:52 GMT -4
He gracefully thrust his stick out in front of him and knocked hers aside. "You won't actually hit me. And I'm tired of you constantly being a Damsel in Distress..." He grinned slightly.
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Post by Faeylinn on Feb 7, 2010 10:30:35 GMT -4
Shw scowled and swung her stick at his chest as hard as she could. "Do not call me a 'damsel in distress'!"
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Post by Patrick Hepditch on Feb 7, 2010 10:33:09 GMT -4
He parried the blow aside. "I thought you said you weren't going to hit me?"
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Post by Faeylinn on Feb 7, 2010 10:34:07 GMT -4
She stuck her tongue out athim and swung again, aiming at his legs this time and then moving the swing upwards, hoping to catch him off guard.
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Post by Patrick Hepditch on Feb 7, 2010 10:35:44 GMT -4
He swung his leg up, the stick deflected off his knees and caught him in the groin. He winced in pain and stammered "Good hit . . Again!"
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Post by Faeylinn on Feb 7, 2010 10:36:13 GMT -4
She grinned. "Damsel in distress my ass!"
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