Kissing meme-Cute pack part 1
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A rush of arms and bubbly blonde hair is the first sight to greet a nice and tan Martini. There is no suspicious glances or hesitation as she practically attacks him, no wondering at why he is arriving in the middle of the night, just a complete and utter bear hug chock full of gooey emotion.
“Stop looking at me like that, and please tell me you brought my gorgeous self presents.” She pokes him gently in the side as he gives her a doe eyed look and raised eyebrows. “Come onnn…you know what never mind babe, you can bug me later. For now we need to get you set up in a room, pull out the popcorn and chill before a shit storm breaks out. You are now totally my prisoner Marti.”
She grabs his hand and pulls him along, chatting and twittering away like the past few months never happened. The door is propped open with her foot as she takes one of his bags, completely ignoring everything but him as she kicks it open and makes to set up the stairs, but stops when she sees him linger in the doorway.
“You coming Martini?”
She frowns when he starts to backpedal. Her first reaction is to stand tall and let him work it out, but her heart forces her to drop his bag and runs towards him, hand taking his with a warm touch. “Come on baby, we can go sit in my car and just wait it out till the morning.”
“I can’t do this Tabs , it was a bad idea for me to come back here.”
“Marti? Sweetheart, shut up. You’re supposed to be here, and I’m sticking with you so you and me can either go lay on my bed and chat about Cali or sit in my Mustang and stare at the stars. Your choice.”
“Can we go outside?” He gives her the doe eyes, the ones that make her want to hug him for the rest of eternity and never loosen her hold.
“Yeah baby, we’ll worry about everything else in the morning.” She wraps her arm around him and walks outside, leaving the bag laying in the corner and her keys swinging in her free hand.
When they reach the old classic she hops on the hood and pats the space next to her with a friendly smile, sliding over to lean on his arm when he leans back against the window and stares longingly at the stars. They sit in a content silence for hours, her drifting off as dawn nears and gently woken up by the feeling of warm lips pressing gently against her forehead.
“Thank you.”
His welcome is a sleepy pat to the face, and the slight shift of protesting metal as she practically burrows into his side.
A rush of arms and bubbly blonde hair is the first sight to greet a nice and tan Martini. There is no suspicious glances or hesitation as she practically attacks him, no wondering at why he is arriving in the middle of the night, just a complete and utter bear hug chock full of gooey emotion.
“Stop looking at me like that, and please tell me you brought my gorgeous self presents.” She pokes him gently in the side as he gives her a doe eyed look and raised eyebrows. “Come onnn…you know what never mind babe, you can bug me later. For now we need to get you set up in a room, pull out the popcorn and chill before a shit storm breaks out. You are now totally my prisoner Marti.”
She grabs his hand and pulls him along, chatting and twittering away like the past few months never happened. The door is propped open with her foot as she takes one of his bags, completely ignoring everything but him as she kicks it open and makes to set up the stairs, but stops when she sees him linger in the doorway.
“You coming Martini?”
She frowns when he starts to backpedal. Her first reaction is to stand tall and let him work it out, but her heart forces her to drop his bag and runs towards him, hand taking his with a warm touch. “Come on baby, we can go sit in my car and just wait it out till the morning.”
“I can’t do this Tabs , it was a bad idea for me to come back here.”
“Marti? Sweetheart, shut up. You’re supposed to be here, and I’m sticking with you so you and me can either go lay on my bed and chat about Cali or sit in my Mustang and stare at the stars. Your choice.”
“Can we go outside?” He gives her the doe eyes, the ones that make her want to hug him for the rest of eternity and never loosen her hold.
“Yeah baby, we’ll worry about everything else in the morning.” She wraps her arm around him and walks outside, leaving the bag laying in the corner and her keys swinging in her free hand.
When they reach the old classic she hops on the hood and pats the space next to her with a friendly smile, sliding over to lean on his arm when he leans back against the window and stares longingly at the stars. They sit in a content silence for hours, her drifting off as dawn nears and gently woken up by the feeling of warm lips pressing gently against her forehead.
“Thank you.”
His welcome is a sleepy pat to the face, and the slight shift of protesting metal as she practically burrows into his side.