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dillonmilkshake

[otc] i ain't no high class broad [rp for askurself-wwrd]

Feb 17, 2009 01:47

Prompt: How self sufficient are you?Cacophony overtook the Collette residence, though the house seemed entirely empty as Tim poked his head in the door. The kettle was whistling shrilly, too loud to be good for the ears, and the smell of burning broth was tainting the air in the house. The sounds of retching echoed out from the bathroom, and ( Read more... )

rp: tim riggins, comm: onthecouch

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askurself_wwrd February 17 2009, 06:56:00 UTC

Tim smirked as she ran past him to the bathroom. He set the kettle in the sink and ambled on into the bathroom where she was bent over the toilet throwing up. He crouched behind her, gathering up her hair off her face and holding it while she threw up.

"Jesus Christ, Tyra, next time you're sick, just chug beer 'stead of soup. Smells better comin' up."

Of course while he was being a smart ass, he was rubbing her back in circles with his free hand. He'd been that sick before. He knew it was nice to have someone to hold your hair back and rub your back.

dillonmilkshake February 17 2009, 07:27:58 UTC

At the mention of beer, her stomach emptied a little more into the toilet.

She contemplated vomiting on him. If she could survive spinning her head around that fast, she'd do it. Fortunately for him, she couldn't do anything more than rest her cheek on the rim of the bowl and cuss.

And vomit. And then cuss a little more. She also found a little energy to shoot him a dirty look.

askurself_wwrd February 17 2009, 18:25:59 UTC

The cussing and the dirty looks didn't have much effect. The only thing they did was make him smirk at her. He did get a washcloth and soak it in cold water. He put that on the back of her neck and sat there with her until she seemed to have emptied her stomach. Once that was done, he crouched, tossed her over his shoulder (like the Cave man he so often was) and started to haul her over to the couch.

He could have picked her up sweetly in a cradle hold against his chest. He could have, but then this was Tim.

dillonmilkshake February 17 2009, 18:33:34 UTC

She would have told him it wasn't a good idea. She really would have, but she was also fighting not to vomit again. The cool sensation on her neck helped ease some of the nausea and control the heaving, until Tim reached the couch.

Then she barfed again, christening Tim and the couch both. A weak giggle protruded from her throat and made her head hurt more.

"M' sorry," she murmured, trying to balance her chuckling with keeping the rest down.

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