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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2017 9:32 pm
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Preacher sighed, wrapped her hand around his arm, and leaned into him. Chester being taller at least meant that, at times like these, he made a pretty sturdy thing to lean against. Her lips twitched as she remembered the time she'd shifted on him and knocked him down. "Mmmkay, mom. I'll go." Slowly, they kind of hobbled back to the bed.
After she'd lowered herself, she looked up at him. "What, like 'circus punch'? Nah, safe words'r fer kinky sex, my valet, not for other stuff," she said matter-of-factly. Plus, if they just made a word mean 'help', eventually she'll feel just as shitty about the word. "I already owe ya too much."
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 9:18 am
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She was silent for a moment, watching the way he didn't watch her. Then, Preacher ran her hand through her hair, feeling embarrassed somehow. "Careful. Ya might end up with me stuck on ya like glue, guero." Encountering a tangle, she yanked it out.
"Ya jus' gotta get dunked on inna alley n' I'll take care of you. Then we'll be evens... wait." She huffed in a way that might have been a laugh if she'd put more force behind it. "Nah, don't think I could take it if ya got all banged up." If was one thing for her to get hurt, it was what Preachers did, but the thought of Chester being hurt, being burned, sitting in an alley in the rain because walking seemed like too much trouble and what if he never moved... nope. She didn't like that.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 12:29 pm
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Chester smiled just a little at first, unable to imagine a situation in his depressingly 'home before dusk' existence where he would ever get dunked on, in an alley or otherwise. But when Preacher backed up, when she said she wouldn't be able to take it if he got hurt, something terrible and wonderful took root in him, too small to bother with now, but certain to strangle him before too long.
He gave her a shallow nod, searching for something meaningful to say and finding nothing. "I'll try not to then." As he swapped the ice cream to his opposite hand, a spatter of condensation dripped onto the floor, prompting a near-comedic wince. "I've got to put this away. Do you want me to get you anything else?"
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