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Post by Beau on Feb 29, 2008 22:28:48 GMT -5
Relief was well obvious on Beau’s face. It was no longer tensed, and his whole body seemed to relax at her false alarm of menstruation. He was just glad he wasn’t going to be asked to drive her to the local convenience store pick up a package of whatever they stuffed down there during time of need. “Good,” He breathed, hugging her tightly once more. His hands returned to her cheeks, and then shoulder blades. Obviously, Beau liked touching her. “Can I get you anything?” He asked, “Bath? Food? Anything?” Shrugging, he was in a much lighter mood, knowing she wouldn’t be bleeding onto his expensive carpet or anything.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 29, 2008 22:32:24 GMT -5
Really I don't need anything. Although she wanted to state a beer or some scotch would be great she didn't wanna have a sip. It had been years since she had her last sip. The day her life had turned around and she went to jail was when her entire lifestyle and world was gone and made into a new one. One without her lazy ass drunk mother who rode the school's principal to get Kris into public school. All Kris really wanted was to sleep and then see the filly who she now though she might have a name for. But would it be registered that way? Who knew only Kris really since it was her yearling but her mind erased the name before she could even ask Beau if it was a good name. Now it was gone and only a bunch of letters in the air.
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Post by Beau on Mar 1, 2008 20:18:17 GMT -5
Jaw set, his brow arched. It was slightly obvious he wouldn’t have any of it- she wasn’t fine. She needed something. “I do not believe.” He muttered softly, his lips pursed in a small smirk. He’d wrap his large hand around her delicate wrist, gently tugging her towards the stairs. If all went well, Beau would lead her into the guest bedroom. He eyed his discarded hoodie, kicking it to the side with slight malice. Beau hated when inanimate objects get in the way; even if it were something fragile and expensive, he’d boot it to the side. He stole a sidelong glance to Kris. Despite the pang of guilt from leading her on, he couldn’t help but admire her willpower. He was used to women jumping him if he’d walked away after he’d gone that far.
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