Feb 08, 2008 22:24
“Holly...”
“Mm..?” She mumbled, her face still squashed against the pillow. It was all he could do not to just reach down and poke her. Best not though.
“Holly, baby, y’gotta get up.. Little thing called work, y’know?”
“I’m not going.”
“Right,” Gerry said in a playfully threatening tone. “You are going. D’ya wanna know why, darlin’?” He cuddled up behind her, stroking her bed hair off her cheek.
“You’re just going to tell me “we need the money, bills to pay” yadda yadda yadda right?” Gerry gasped as she yanks the quilt away from him violently, nudging his valuables a bit more forcefully than he would have liked.
“Actually..I was thinkin’ we could go away. Like.. a holiday.” His words were met with silence, letting him know that he’d caught her attention. “If-” he continued. “We can scrape enough crash together.”
He smiled as she scrambled out of bed, tripping over seemingly nothing and landing headlong into a curtain. Graceful, he thought, smiling lovingly. God, he loved her.