Haylofts are fun
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Thanksgiving meal was just as amazing as Jubilee thought it would.
The food tasted incredible, although she wasn't concerned, and she was pleased to see that everyone got along fine at the table. The smaller children were at their own table (and Alex might've suggested Jubilee go there, which earned him a very pointed glare), away from everyone else, and the grownups (and she used the term loosely when talking about Alex) had their own table in which juice and water was passed around for those that weren't legal, and beer for 'the menfolk'. God, she was ready to punch Alex by the time the meal was over.
Still, she managed some modicum of restraint, and ended up getting bored with them, deciding to sit with the younger Guthries. Hannah was adorable and Jubilee found herself fascinated by getting as many stories about Jay and Paige and Sam as she could.
“Seriously, Hannah? I didn't even know goats could do that,” she said in awe as the younger girl nodded vigorously.
“Uh huh! Ma wasn't too happy with Sammy for that one, but she kinda had to accept what he'd done and move on. My ma is so smart.” The innocent expression on the little girl's face made Jubilee laugh so hard that she tipped over, falling off of the already too small chair to land on the floor with such a thud that she cried out, amidst her own giggles.
At the sound of her falling on the floor, everyone from the larger table had gotten up suddenly to see what the commotion was about and all they would see is Jubilee, giggling like an idiot, sprawled on the floor. “Oh wow, Sam. A goat? Oh god...does Tabby know?” was all she could say, her giggles taking complete control of her speech.
She was oddly thankful that Alex had been the one sitting at the end of the table, because he reached her first and helping her up, she felt the usual fluttering whenever he touched her. It was also convenient because it didn't look out of the ordinary. Standing up, though, she had a brainstorm and quickly feigned an injury. “My foot hurts,” she pouted, refusing to put any weight on the one.
“Well you better get her seated and put some ice on it,” sighed Lucinda, who was obviously more than used to little mishaps occurring. “And while you're at it, Alexander, take her outside, will you? She's gone pale and I think she needs the fresh air.” Silently thanking whatever deity was looking after her, she kept the sad little pout on her face until they were both outside, far from view.
“Aren't I brilliant?,” she said, looping her arm around his the moment no one could see.
“How is this brilliant?” he responded, leaning down to steal a kiss. “I'm missing dessert because you had to fall off a chair. How the hell do you fall off a chair, pickle?”
“Don't call me pickle, poodle, and it's easy to fall off. It's called gravity. God. Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?” She was always amused as how easy their conversations could go, no matter what the topic matter was and she was so engrossed by matching wits, that she didn't realize they were headed into the hayloft.
“Won't people wonder where we are,” she asked, looking behind her at the house worriedly. “ I mean, my ankle is supposed to be messed up..”
He shrugged and picking her up easily, tossed her into the hay, following suite after her. “Who knows, who cares, now stop talking.”
Giving him a look, she tried to protest but soon found her mouth otherwise occupied but she was determined this time. “I want to talk,” she said, trying to pry herself away from his insistent kisses, but found herself momentarily distracted by his wandering hands and by the fact it'd been all of three days since they'd had any time to themselves.
Trying to assess the situation, she managed to lock a leg under his and in a swift movement, flipped their positions so that he was under her, and she was on top. Sometimes training paid off in the strangest ways. “I said, I want to talk,” she giggled, brushing away a few stray pieces of hay from his hair.
“Look at that, you're gowning some balls there, baby,” he teased, leaning up to gently nip her bottom lip. Her pouting lip, as he called it sometimes.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.....now you made me go and forget what I was going to say, so I guess what we were doing before is okay. Or something.” Looking down, her eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips, she couldn't help but smile. “You're fun, you know that?”
He looked slightly surprised but as a grin curled up, he caught her mouth in hers, his hands trailing down her face and whispered back, “You're not too bad yourself. Now stop talking, Ju.”
She'd listen this time.
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Thanksgiving meal was just as amazing as Jubilee thought it would.
The food tasted incredible, although she wasn't concerned, and she was pleased to see that everyone got along fine at the table. The smaller children were at their own table (and Alex might've suggested Jubilee go there, which earned him a very pointed glare), away from everyone else, and the grownups (and she used the term loosely when talking about Alex) had their own table in which juice and water was passed around for those that weren't legal, and beer for 'the menfolk'. God, she was ready to punch Alex by the time the meal was over.
Still, she managed some modicum of restraint, and ended up getting bored with them, deciding to sit with the younger Guthries. Hannah was adorable and Jubilee found herself fascinated by getting as many stories about Jay and Paige and Sam as she could.
“Seriously, Hannah? I didn't even know goats could do that,” she said in awe as the younger girl nodded vigorously.
“Uh huh! Ma wasn't too happy with Sammy for that one, but she kinda had to accept what he'd done and move on. My ma is so smart.” The innocent expression on the little girl's face made Jubilee laugh so hard that she tipped over, falling off of the already too small chair to land on the floor with such a thud that she cried out, amidst her own giggles.
At the sound of her falling on the floor, everyone from the larger table had gotten up suddenly to see what the commotion was about and all they would see is Jubilee, giggling like an idiot, sprawled on the floor. “Oh wow, Sam. A goat? Oh god...does Tabby know?” was all she could say, her giggles taking complete control of her speech.
She was oddly thankful that Alex had been the one sitting at the end of the table, because he reached her first and helping her up, she felt the usual fluttering whenever he touched her. It was also convenient because it didn't look out of the ordinary. Standing up, though, she had a brainstorm and quickly feigned an injury. “My foot hurts,” she pouted, refusing to put any weight on the one.
“Well you better get her seated and put some ice on it,” sighed Lucinda, who was obviously more than used to little mishaps occurring. “And while you're at it, Alexander, take her outside, will you? She's gone pale and I think she needs the fresh air.” Silently thanking whatever deity was looking after her, she kept the sad little pout on her face until they were both outside, far from view.
“Aren't I brilliant?,” she said, looping her arm around his the moment no one could see.
“How is this brilliant?” he responded, leaning down to steal a kiss. “I'm missing dessert because you had to fall off a chair. How the hell do you fall off a chair, pickle?”
“Don't call me pickle, poodle, and it's easy to fall off. It's called gravity. God. Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?” She was always amused as how easy their conversations could go, no matter what the topic matter was and she was so engrossed by matching wits, that she didn't realize they were headed into the hayloft.
“Won't people wonder where we are,” she asked, looking behind her at the house worriedly. “ I mean, my ankle is supposed to be messed up..”
He shrugged and picking her up easily, tossed her into the hay, following suite after her. “Who knows, who cares, now stop talking.”
Giving him a look, she tried to protest but soon found her mouth otherwise occupied but she was determined this time. “I want to talk,” she said, trying to pry herself away from his insistent kisses, but found herself momentarily distracted by his wandering hands and by the fact it'd been all of three days since they'd had any time to themselves.
Trying to assess the situation, she managed to lock a leg under his and in a swift movement, flipped their positions so that he was under her, and she was on top. Sometimes training paid off in the strangest ways. “I said, I want to talk,” she giggled, brushing away a few stray pieces of hay from his hair.
“Look at that, you're gowning some balls there, baby,” he teased, leaning up to gently nip her bottom lip. Her pouting lip, as he called it sometimes.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.....now you made me go and forget what I was going to say, so I guess what we were doing before is okay. Or something.” Looking down, her eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips, she couldn't help but smile. “You're fun, you know that?”
He looked slightly surprised but as a grin curled up, he caught her mouth in hers, his hands trailing down her face and whispered back, “You're not too bad yourself. Now stop talking, Ju.”
She'd listen this time.
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