a story
He was laughing at her, she knew it.
Oh, it wasn't out loud. He didn't want to have something thrown at his head -- for all the good it'd do, she thought uncharitably. But he was laughing at her, nonetheless, she knew what that twinkle in his too-green eyes meant.
"You could help me find it."
"Oh no," he said, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter, "I wouldn't even know where to begin looking."
She let out a frustrated snort and pushed a lock of hair from her eyes, "uh huh. You think I know? Ever since the move. Can't find anything." It was possible she was dangerously close to sulking.
He walked over behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Is it really something to get so worked up over, lovely?"
"Don't start charming me," she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, "I'm working up a good snit here."
He chuckled and she could feel the vibrations of it against her back, "oh, forgive me. I hadn't noticed."
There was no point in directly replying to that. So she merely stated accusingly, "if you'd just gotten some of those invisible servants to keep everything neat-"
Now he was laughing as he spun her around to face him. "Oh yes, it's all my fault, isn't it? Invisible servants, hmm? Would you like a castle with that?"
She made a face at him, trying not to crack a smile. He'd totally ruined her snit. Or maybe she'd let him ruin it. Whichever. "It couldn't hurt."
"I'll see what I-... Hmmm, lovely?"
"Yeah?"
He was looking over her shoulder, "isn't that your checkbook lying on top of your purse?"
Her eyes widened and she whirled about, disbelief evident on her features, "but I totally looked there! Twice!"
He started laughing again.
Jag: Oogh. I need to get to writing and tagging, but, after dinner's done and laundry's done
Ana: I ought to do laundry
Ana: but I think I can go at least another day...
Jag: Oof. Okay, pea soup on the stove, spaghetti sauce on the stove.. um. Dishes
Ana: bleh
Ana: where's the invisible servants whe you need them?
Jag: God, I wish
Ana: There's a fic in there somewhere
Oh, it wasn't out loud. He didn't want to have something thrown at his head -- for all the good it'd do, she thought uncharitably. But he was laughing at her, nonetheless, she knew what that twinkle in his too-green eyes meant.
"You could help me find it."
"Oh no," he said, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter, "I wouldn't even know where to begin looking."
She let out a frustrated snort and pushed a lock of hair from her eyes, "uh huh. You think I know? Ever since the move. Can't find anything." It was possible she was dangerously close to sulking.
He walked over behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Is it really something to get so worked up over, lovely?"
"Don't start charming me," she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, "I'm working up a good snit here."
He chuckled and she could feel the vibrations of it against her back, "oh, forgive me. I hadn't noticed."
There was no point in directly replying to that. So she merely stated accusingly, "if you'd just gotten some of those invisible servants to keep everything neat-"
Now he was laughing as he spun her around to face him. "Oh yes, it's all my fault, isn't it? Invisible servants, hmm? Would you like a castle with that?"
She made a face at him, trying not to crack a smile. He'd totally ruined her snit. Or maybe she'd let him ruin it. Whichever. "It couldn't hurt."
"I'll see what I-... Hmmm, lovely?"
"Yeah?"
He was looking over her shoulder, "isn't that your checkbook lying on top of your purse?"
Her eyes widened and she whirled about, disbelief evident on her features, "but I totally looked there! Twice!"
He started laughing again.
Jag: Oogh. I need to get to writing and tagging, but, after dinner's done and laundry's done
Ana: I ought to do laundry
Ana: but I think I can go at least another day...
Jag: Oof. Okay, pea soup on the stove, spaghetti sauce on the stove.. um. Dishes
Ana: bleh
Ana: where's the invisible servants whe you need them?
Jag: God, I wish
Ana: There's a fic in there somewhere