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Dec 08, 2004 10:27

The day was dragging by like a turtle in a race. I was not in the best mood, Lilah had stormed into my office first thing in the morning asking me what was going on. I honestly had no idea what she was blathering on about, i just wanted to get a few cases on the judges' docket and get out of there, I had a lot to do before I headed over to Tara's ( Read more... )

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magick_goddess December 8 2004, 19:47:48 UTC
The night and day had been pretty uneventful unless you count all of my boxes I unpacked. I realized at about two am that I was unpacking and setting the apartment up like I wasn't going to leave, at least not for a long while. I liked the feel of that. I liked the idea of settling down for a while ( ... )

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theurbancowboy December 14 2004, 00:27:20 UTC
I could smell the sauce as soon as she opened the door. It was a good thing I hadn't brought an entire meal to prepair.

"I plead the fifth Miss McClay." I said grinning as I walked into the kitchen. I know it seemed as if I thought I owned the place but more than anything else I just felt comfortable.

She followed me and I couldn't imagine a cuter face on anyone than that slightly amused yet perplexed look she had on her face.

"Don't worry, I figure I should make up for being a complete ass in the beginning. Luckily I didn't go all out like I was planning or someone's meal would be wasted."

I took the bag from her and put it down. I looked at her, I stood there like a foolish school girl, despite the fact that I'm not a girl. I smiled at her.

"Do you think I could entice a kiss from the woman occupying my thoughts night and day?" I asked confidently.

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magick_goddess December 14 2004, 00:37:03 UTC
I followed him into the kitchen, he walked through the apartment like he lived here, I liked that he felt comfortable here. "You look like you brought enough to make dinner for an army..." I mused as I peaked in a bag.

I shrugged. "I only got to the sauce, it's not a big deal Lindsey." He looked at me and he seemed nervous for some reason. I smiled when he asked if he could kiss me. I thought I was going to melt into the floor, that was just so....sweet.

I walked closer to him and ran my hand down his cheek. "Entice away." I murmured as I trailed a finger across his lips.

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theurbancowboy December 14 2004, 00:53:48 UTC
I resisted the urge to let my tounge peek out and taste her finger, instead I focused on my hands slowly trailing down her arms and settling on her waist ( ... )

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magick_goddess December 14 2004, 01:13:30 UTC
He put his arms around me and my hands met around his waist, silently loving the feel of his body against mine. He kissed me softly, it was so soft that I wondered if he had actually kissed me. He pulled back and I leaned up and kissed his lips lightly, I smiled up at him.

I grinned at him when he let his accent slip a bit. That made me feel good a bit, it seemed like he was relaxing.

"I'm shunned out of my own kitchen?" I laughed at him and shook my head. He gave me a look and I raised my hands. "Ok, I give." I turned to head out of the kitchen, I stopped mid-step and then went to pull the fire extinguisher out from under the kitchen sink. "Here." I smirked. "Just in case."

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theurbancowboy December 14 2004, 01:45:10 UTC
I feigned hurt. "You wound me m'lady." I said with mock sadness.

She shook her head and looked at me. "Do I have to shoo you from your own kitchen? Or tie you up to keep you away from it?"

Sometimes I should really think before I speak. I could barely think enough past those thoughts of Tara being tied up. I coughed and turned to the kitchen hoping she'd get the hint.

It took a near hour for me to finish cooking dinner. I headed out to the living room and she was curled up on the couch writing in what looked like a journal.

I smiled and watched her for a moment before clearing my throat to announce my presence.

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magick_goddess December 14 2004, 02:29:18 UTC
I sat in the living room and wrote in my journal, just some random thoughts and feelings, while I heard Lindsey rattling around in the kitchen. Whatever he was making smelled wonderful and I couldn't wait.

I heard him clear his throat and I looked up at him over the rim of my glasses. "Yes?" I asked innocently. "Am I allowed back in my own kitchen?" I smiled at him. I folded my book up and recapped my pen. I stood up and fixed my skirt before walking over to him. I leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Smells wonderful." I smiled up at him. "Lead the way."

He lead me over to the table and I grinned. It looked as good as it smelled. "Wow." I smiled slightly when I thought of Dawnie and her little special meals. Those end up being take-out nights.

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theurbancowboy December 16 2004, 01:14:42 UTC
"Just the table, and your not aloud to clean up." I smiled as I helped her into her seat. My mother did raise me right. When she was raising me that is.

I circled the table.

"You have two choices. Wine or Whiskey. Or whatever else you might have in your fridge, but from my bags, it's wine or whiskey."

I held the bottles for her to inspect. The Pasta steam swirled overhead. I hoped it was a delicious as it smelled. It'd been along time since I'd gone all out of making dinner. Usually it was microwaveable.

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magick_goddess December 16 2004, 01:22:34 UTC
I smiled and thanked him when he pulled the chair out and sat me down. I looked up at him. Whiskey? Did he really think that I was that kind of girl or that I drank it?

I just smiled at him. "Wine would be nice." I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked at the table. He really went all out. "Smells and looks wonderful Lindsey..." I tried to think of the last time someone made me something that wasn't made in the microwave. It had been so long that I don't even remember.

I watched as he sat down across from me. I tilted my head and looked at him curiously for a moment. This was an entirely new side to him, a side I liked. Much different then how he'd acted at the office that day.

"Thank you. I looks so good." I pick up my fork and take a bite. I look at him and smile as I swallow. "That's it, I'm hanging up my cooking tools."

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theurbancowboy December 16 2004, 01:42:24 UTC
I smiled at her reaction. That's definately a good thing.

"What can I say I have some inspiration working for me."

She blushed and looked down at her plate. It was probably the most adorable gesture I'd ever seen in my entire life. And that was odd, cause I wasn't really one for liking adorableness. I usually liked hardcore and sexy.

Tara was sexy, just in a completely different way than most women, she wasn't overt, it wasn't quite innocence, but it was something I liked.

It was her eyes. Something in them. Who knew? I'd honestly wondered about her. Even on the exterior of those files it was obvious that she had a tendency to lean towards the female gender. I wanted to ask, but I didn't. It didn't matter.

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magick_goddess December 16 2004, 01:49:54 UTC
He seemed to know my buttons, if he didn't he sure was lucky on finding the one to get me to blush. I didn't mind - well not as much as I would with someone else - There was just something about him. Something that made me want to dig deeper. I just hoped he would let me.

Lindsey just had something about him, he was a big city boy on the outside but he was country through and through. I liked that, I liked even more that he let me see that side of him.

We ate in silence for a while and I noticed him looking at me. "Something wrong?" He looked like he wanted to ask me something. I knew he had found a file on me so he most likely knew everything. "You can ask me you know. You already h-have a file...might as well ask me myself."

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theurbancowboy December 16 2004, 02:00:00 UTC
"Well I'm a pretty blunt person, but I think I ask enough questions in my life, I'd rather just have you tell me what you want to tell me. Sure I know what's on the surface of a file about you, but I don't know what you felt when those things happened."

I looked over the table at her. I knew she was intrigued, as was I.

"There's pleanty I could read about you Tara, or any person for that matter, but that doesn't mean I know you. Words on a page with no feeling behind them don't a person make. Compare a feeling to a note on the guitar, or a song on the radio, that's insite. I don't care about hapless words on a page."

I looked over at her again. I knew my first impression had divuldged little of my true nature. Very few people got to see the man behind the suit, and a good number thought they did, but they had no idea.

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