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Post by jen on Jul 29, 2008 13:09:11 GMT -5
Milo tilted his head to the side, looking at her curiously. "Nothing? Nothing at all?" he questioned, a small smile playing at his lips. "There's got to be something." he added, running a lazy hand through his hair. He stared into her face for a long time, until his eyes willed him to blink. Then, he looked down into his lap and smiled. "What would you be thinking if I kissed you? Hypothetically speaking of course..."
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 29, 2008 13:26:20 GMT -5
Beatrice smiled,"Absolutely nothing." she replied, observing the male quietly. She quirked her brows, thinking hard about his next inquiry,"Hmmm." she let herself trail off,"Well- hypothetically I wouldn't exactly be sure. Unless -hypothetically of course- you tried." she replied, a light smile playing upon her pink lips.
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Post by jen on Jul 29, 2008 13:33:19 GMT -5
Milo chuckled and searched her eyes for a moment. "I don't know if I've ever given a hypothetical kiss. But I guess I could try.." he replied, moving a little closer to her. He smiled once more and then let his eyes flutter closed. He kissed her softly and then pulled away, not wanting to seem too forward. "Mmm, how was that?" he asked, loving the feeling that still lingered on his lips.
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 29, 2008 13:50:47 GMT -5
Beatrice giggled lightly. She let her eyes close, and kissed him back. It felt wounderful. She'd never been kissed so sweetly before. She couldn't help the light pink blush that washed across her cheeks tenderly,"Hypothetically speaking- that was absolutely wounderful." she murmered quietly. Beatrice, Beatrice, Beatrice.
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Post by jen on Jul 29, 2008 14:02:06 GMT -5
Milo grinned sheepishly. "Thats precisely what I thought." he agreed, leaning back against the couch. He turned to her with a devilish smile. "So, what are you thinking?" he asked again, eager for her words.
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 29, 2008 14:04:36 GMT -5
She tapped her nails against her leg,"Hmmm." she trailed off. She brushed a single ball tendril out of her blue eyes and continued to think. She had to get the right words together. Which was never an easy think for Beatrice to do. She smiled lightly,"Well- I'm thinking that your pretty much the most amazing guy I've ever met. If that's not a bit too forward." she said with a small shrug.
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Post by jen on Jul 29, 2008 14:14:28 GMT -5
Milo let the words sink in, and sink and sink and sink. When he was done mulling over each word, he smiled. "Yeah?" he said, looking her over. "Well I think you're amazing too." he replied, lifting his fingers to her hair. He pushed a strand off of her face and then sifted his fingers through it until they reached the tips. Milo landed his lips on her's again and lingered there for a bit.
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 29, 2008 14:18:15 GMT -5
Beatrice smiled lightly and nodded. She let her eyes advert to the ground, as she was rather embaressed at the fact she had been quite forward with the fact that she liked the bloke. She smiled and giggled lightly. She brought her hand to settle atop his free hand. She kissed him back softly, letting her eyes close. She was wrapped up in the moment.
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Post by jen on Jul 29, 2008 14:25:12 GMT -5
A surge of excitement spread throughout him, but he contained himself and made a foced break from her soft lips. As soon as he left her, he wanted to return. His lips felt cold and they wanted to be warm again. But it wasn't good to move fast. He must wait. "That was nice..." he said softly, mainly to himself. Milo cleared his throat. "Should we, uh, finish your assignment?" he asked, almost forgetting about what they first started.
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 29, 2008 14:28:40 GMT -5
Beatrice blushed again lightly. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Something she couldn't control. She adverted her eyes away from him. Forced them to move. She nodded,"Yeah." she said quietly. She turned her knees away from him and back towards the table in front of them. She let her fingers meander over to the piece of parchment she had been writing on.
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Post by jen on Jul 30, 2008 23:00:42 GMT -5
Milo watched her draw away from him and regretted stopping, but he knew he had to. He blinked a couple of times and then took a look at the parchment. "So I guess we should start.." he mumbled, holding a quill and resting it against his forehead. He thought for a moment and then gave her the quill. "I'd write about this page in your book. It's important to your topic. Paraphrase it or something."
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 31, 2008 19:15:55 GMT -5
Beatrice nodded lightly,"Yeah." she muttered in return. She took the quill from him and elegantly dipped it into the ink well that sat placed next to the piece of parchment she had been previously writing upon, but scratching everything out. She nodded once more,"Alright." she replied. She read the page over quickly and elegantly began to scratch her quill against the parchment in her regal cursive. It had taken her forever to perfect her handwriting.
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Post by jen on Jul 31, 2008 19:34:39 GMT -5
Milo watched in admiration. Her perfect writing made his look like first year chicken scratch. He smiled unconsciously as he watched her hand flow. When she was done, he nodded. "Okay, good." he stated and took another look at her paper. "An opinion paragraph would be good next, then you can probably wrap it up and conclude." he informed, resting his chin on his palm.
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