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In the end, she'd won their race. It wasn't exactly a race, except in the sense that both her and Carl are/were career military, and thus competitive as hell. Trudy is younger, fitter, used to going for her runs in an environment harder than Earth and, yes, she did whoop with triumph.
Which lead to, among other things, the fact that tonight it's up to Carl to bring the candy while Trudy makes the sheet-fort.
She's a glorified engineer, she can make a sheet balance over some chairs so it won't fall down on the candles.
After all, what is a tent without candles?
Which lead to, among other things, the fact that tonight it's up to Carl to bring the candy while Trudy makes the sheet-fort.
She's a glorified engineer, she can make a sheet balance over some chairs so it won't fall down on the candles.
After all, what is a tent without candles?
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Date: 2011-11-13 06:50 am (UTC)(It would take no more than two seconds for him to grab her skull and snap her neck, but he's not thinking about that. Not right now. Not with her.)
"I guess that means I'm in charge this year."
He's not guessing anything, given the tone of his voice.
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Date: 2011-11-13 06:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-13 07:08 am (UTC)He nips at her throat, and then at the curve of her neck and shoulder where the collar of her shirt has shifted and left skin exposed -- happy accident, that -- before returning his focus to her mouth with another kiss.
It's rougher than the first, but still not violent.
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Date: 2011-11-13 07:16 am (UTC)She doesn't mind, and digs her fingers into his shoulder, pulling him closer.
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Date: 2011-11-13 07:39 am (UTC)With one hand still tangled in her hair, the other slides between them and beneath the hem of her t-shirt, skating over the muscles of her abdomen to let his fingertips dance over her lowest ribs.
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Date: 2011-11-13 10:57 am (UTC)