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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 16:11:02 GMT -5
I smile as he says he wants it and walk over, looking behind it and standing on the small TV stand under it so I could rest the TV on my knee as I unhooked it from its wall latch. I climb down, putting it on the stand gently and huffing once I released it. It was heavy but I didn't mind. I liked working out like that. I look at Gene as he says we need a pet and smile. "Okay, no rodents, reptiles, amphibians. Only mammals," I say, limiting us to only a dog or cat. I smile at him and continue packing, grabbing a few drinks from the fridge until I was done. Everything was empty now and the apartment seemed much bigger. "There, everything is ready to go."
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 16:47:45 GMT -5
"I could've helped." I mumble, shaking my head slightly. I may not have been known for my strength, but she shouldn't have had to do it by herself.
"Damn. I wanted a guniea pig." I sigh, watching as Christa emptied the fridge and said that she was done.
"I got this." I say, grabbing the two bags that were on the floor. I open the door with my elbow to hold it for her as she grabbed the TV, rushing around her to set the bags down in the backseat and open the trunk for her.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 16:55:43 GMT -5
I roll my eyes as he says he could have helped and smile. I look over as he says he wanted a guinea pig and sigh. "Fine. It would be a good pet but you're cleaning out its cage," I say as I clean the fridge out. I grab the TV and walk outside, walking to the trunk and waiting for him. I set it down when he opens it and make sure that nothing would break it before closing the trunk. I smile and pull Gene to me for a second and hug him before looking up to kiss his cheek.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 17:01:41 GMT -5
"Cage? I was going to let it wander around." I reply, chuckling. I close the back door and Christa puts the trunk down before she pulls me to her. "Wait until we get home, jeez." I say teasingly, sticking out my tongue at her after she kisses my cheek. "Now c'mon, my beer's probably hot." I add, escaping her grasp and jumping in the passenger side, twisting around to pull the seat belt over myself, I pick up my can, taking a hesitant sip. It wasn't ice cold anymore, but it wasn't warm. I mentally shrug and take another sip, waiting for Christa.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 17:11:52 GMT -5
I roll my eyes and walk to the driver's side before jumping in and starting the car. I look back to make sure no one was coming before backing out and pulling on my seat belt. The ride wasn't long, thankfully. Once we got back to the house, I took out the TV looking at the stairs and sighing before starting up them. Even if Gene walked slow, he would make it before me. I sigh as I get half-way up and put down the TV, rubbing my stomach and sighing. My heartburn was killing me and I felt nauseated. I sigh and pick up the TV again, finally making it to the top and unlocking the door.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 17:21:03 GMT -5
I climb out of the car after we park and grab the bags, Christa having gotten to the TV before I could. I stay a couple steps behind her as we go up the steps so that if she fell she'd fall on me. I'm about to ask to carry the TV before she starts again and I shake my head slightly, following her up, eventually making it to my floor. "Take the bags." I say as she sets the Tv down to unlock the door. I pick it up before she can argue and start inside once the door is unlocked. "Where should I put it?" I ask, stopping and twisting around to look at Christa questioningly.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 17:25:59 GMT -5
I notice that Gene stays behind me and mentally sigh. Once we get to top and I set down the TV, I see him swoop down to get it and roll my eyes. I take the bags and look at him, setting them in the corner and closing the door. "Go ahead and set it in the room I guess," I reply and run to the bathroom for a second, not knowing if morning sickness was going to be my friend or not. I sit against the tub and rub my stomach, closing my eyes for a second and sigh before getting up and walking back out the living room and sitting on the couch.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 17:35:49 GMT -5
"Okay." I call, already starting towards my room. I set it on the bed, not wanting to just put it on the floor. I push my hair out of my face and walk back out, raising my eyebrows as I watch Christa exit the bathroom to sit down on the couch. "You okay?" I ask, sitting beside her. I lean forward to lightly press my lips to hers before sitting back, reaching for the remote to turn the TV back on. The paranormal show was still on, but it seemed to be a different episode. I offer Christa the remote in case she wanted to change it and put my arm around her shoulders happily.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 17:44:09 GMT -5
I look at him as he finds his way to me and nod, not really feeling like speaking. His lips against mine have me stop for a moment before I lean into him and leave a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips. I shake my head as he offers me the remote and try to keep my mind preoccupied with the show though I find it hard. Hormones..such a lovely thing. I try my best not to seem different though my mind was travelling to dark places. Gene and I alone...I mentally slap myself and hold his hand, looking at the TV with the thoughts still flooding my mind. He would like it, I guess but I was nervous. I normally wasn't the one who would bring something like that into play.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 17:58:43 GMT -5
The kiss surprised me. It wasn't like the light, minute ones that had been happening lately. I shrug mentally and push the thought from my mind. It wasn't like Christa was thinking about doing anything, though it wasn't like she could get pregnant again. I lean forward to put the remote on the coffee table before leaning back. I smile as she grabs my hand and I bring hers to my lips happily, looking at over her before glancing away again. I look down and play with her fingers, her hand small beside mine. I remember the day we'd first met, on the swings, comparing out hand sizes. It brings a grin to my face.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 18:53:10 GMT -5
I smile as he kisses my hand and looks over at me, leaning my head against his shoulder. His fingers play with mine as I watch the TV and I smile to myself before climbing onto his lap and leaning my head against his shoulder. I kiss his cheek and smile before the thoughts come back to me. I pause and trace little shapes on his chest, still trying to get the thoughts away. "Stupid hormones," I breath lightly, hoping he wouldn't hear. With a swift movement, my shoes are on the floor beside us and I still have my head in the crook of his neck.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 19:16:53 GMT -5
I chuckle as she crawls onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her waist to hold her to me. She presses her lips to my cheek, her finger tracing shapes onto my chest. "Hm?" I ask, not catching Christa's words. "Oo! Will you undo my boots?" I ask hopefully, holding up my feet with a chuckle. "I'm lazy." I add apologetically, shrugging my shoulders. I focus my light brown eyes on the TV again before my gaze drifts back to Christa, liking how close we were. I shift my position under her a little to get a bit more comfortable and lean forward to kiss her cheek happily.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 19:21:41 GMT -5
I smile slightly and put my hands on his arms as he wraps them around me. I notice him not catch my words and feel thankful before he ask me to undo his boots. A airy giggle comes from me and after he kisses my cheek, I lean over, resting slightly on his legs and begin to untie his boots before taking them off. I could feel my shirt rise as I did so and cursed under my breath. I had to wear the jeans that didn't fit me right and I had to wear one of my lacy panties today, didn't I? I sit up slowly, deciding to take the chance as I stretch to reveal more bare skin than I normally did, my pants even sliding down a little as I moved back against him.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 22, 2013 19:45:52 GMT -5
"Thank yoouu." I tone, chuckling as she leaned over to unlace the boots before pulling them off. My eyes soon stray to the skin that her shirt exposed, including a hem of lace. Eventually Christa sits back up, stretching. And, as she did so, baring even more skin. I bite the inside of my lip, setting my hands on her hips and looking at her for a moment. "Don't do that to me." I whisper, my eyes meeting hers before I glance away. What if she didn't even notice? Then I'd just look like a pervert.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 22, 2013 19:50:38 GMT -5
I feel his hands on my hips and smirk slightly before kissing him and pulling back, looking innocent. "Do what?" I ask, smirking again, allowing my hands to go up his shirt and rest on his chest. I decided to follow the thoughts. It would happen sooner or later anyway so why not just get it over with. I press my lips against his neck lightly, biting softly after a while. I didn't want to force him into something but I was sure that he'd be willing. It wasn't like he was pushing me away just yet.
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