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Post by Tristan Keats on Nov 2, 2008 21:25:06 GMT -5
"Well...we could just lie here in the sun in one another's company. Or...we could go over to the rose gardens, and I could pick you one with these..." he pulled out a pair of clippers, "clippers that I just happened to bring along."
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Post by Kay on Nov 2, 2008 21:25:38 GMT -5
Kay tickled him. "you think of everything"
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Post by Tristan Keats on Nov 2, 2008 21:27:21 GMT -5
He flung the clippers off to the side and tickled her back, managing to pin her down on her back, still unrelenting as he placed little kisses on her face.
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Post by Kay on Nov 2, 2008 21:28:47 GMT -5
Kay couldn't stop laughing. "I just want to stay like this forever"
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Post by Tristan Keats on Nov 2, 2008 21:31:31 GMT -5
"No, there's better things yet to come, I'm sure of it." He pulled her tight up close to him, both of them on their knees and held her there, just for a moment. "But I love this moment, too, and I'm not sure how it could get any better."
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Post by Kay on Nov 2, 2008 21:33:34 GMT -5
Kay's hair suddenly blew straight up in the breeze then glided down in perfect tendrils. "You smell like flowers. I know, boys probably don't want to smell like flowers, but I like it..."
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Post by Tristan Keats on Nov 2, 2008 21:37:18 GMT -5
"No I particularly like flowers," he laughed, nuzzling his nose into her hair. "You smell like...lilac. Yeah, that's just what you smell like. Fresh lilacs. One of the best scents in the world..."
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Post by Kay on Nov 2, 2008 21:42:52 GMT -5
"Mmm. I like lilacs" Kay said. "You smell like roses..."
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Post by Tristan Keats on Nov 2, 2008 21:50:59 GMT -5
"Speaking of roses, how about I get you one, hmm?" he kissed her cheek and bent down to get the clippers, then proceeded to the garden full of thorny roses. He got the least prickly, prettiest bloom he saw, and cut it. Then came back and proudly presented it to Kay. "A beautiful rose, for a beautiful lady." he bowed as he said it and presented.
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Post by Kay on Nov 3, 2008 10:19:08 GMT -5
"Lavender! My favorite kind!"
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Post by Tristan Keats on Nov 3, 2008 12:07:15 GMT -5
He kissed her cheek and linked her arm in his. "What do you say to a little stroll?" he leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "we'll make the by standers have to do some covert catching up."
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Post by Kay on Nov 3, 2008 12:16:45 GMT -5
"Ooo. Sounds perfect!"
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Post by Tristan Keats on Nov 3, 2008 15:11:26 GMT -5
He walked close with her, eventually changing their linked arms to intertwined fingers. "Do you ever wonder what the future will be like? I don't have a past to remember, so I think about the future a lot..."
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Post by Kay on Nov 3, 2008 15:55:37 GMT -5
"Sometimes. Mainly I wonder what I'll do when I get older..."
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Post by Tristan Keats on Nov 3, 2008 18:53:26 GMT -5
"Well, what do you want to do?"
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