He prods me and I smile sweetly. "I didn't tell you where we were going, sweetie." I can't help but be amused as he prods me further, trying to figure out where we were going by what clothes I said I'd pack.
A smile comes to my lips as I reach up for the suitcases that have sat in the back of the closet for far too long. It's due time for us to get away and I can't help but be nothing but excited for this trip; it's a place that I've always wanted to go as well.
"North, West, East or South?"
"Yes," I answer him simply; knowing I was being a tiny bit on the mean side not telling him. But I wanted him to be surprised about where we were going. It's only a half of a day, he'll know soon.
"Come on... one hint?"
"No." I wrap my arms tighter around him and rest my chin on his chest, looking up at him. "It's a surprise, Lindsey. The flight won't be long and I've learned something from you." I smile at him. "How to be wicked." I move my hands and brush my fingers over his sides, tickling him for a moment before slipping out of the closet to get a few things from the drawers.
I grin and look over my shoulder at him. "I'll make sure to set the big coffee pot, how's that?" I finally feel my fingers touch the blue bikini and I pull it out and hold it up for him to see. "I'd think this was incentive enough to wake you tomorrow morning..."
Suspense it is, then. She knows all my tricks. "It's a surprise, Lindsey," she insists, and I have force myself not to pout. I don't like surprises. Let's just say that my wild years are behind me. I deserve a little tedium. Or surprises like the kind that she gave me when she told me about the baby. Those kind of surprises are a-okay with me.
"The flight won't be long and I've learned something from you," she continues. I raise an eyebrow. "How to be wicked."
That just makes me grin. "Yeah, you're a fast learner, all right," I mutter. Awful hard to be stay worried when she's busy being a flirt.
I amble after her to the closet, knowing I won't have much to do when it comes to packing. I don't think she knows it, but that battered duffel bag that I've stubbornly hung on to all these years is still half-packed, loaded up with the essentials and ready to go at a moment's notice. I may not be running anymore, but the threat never really goes away. (It's the day that you stop looking back over your shoulder that they come for you.)
Tara waggles the blue bikini in front of herself with a little smirk and all grim thoughts are banished immediately. "This mean I can rule out an Arctic cruise, right?" I tease, visions of beaches dancing in my head. If I just let myself relax for once, this will be great, I know it.
"Never rule anything out. Although with the way I've been feeling the last place we're going is on a cruise. I'd like to puke for less than an hour a day if I have to; okay?" I walk past him, tossing the two piece onto the bed.
I hear him in the closet and hum softly to myself, moving around the room again to gather all the things I think I'm going to need - mostly warm clothes - and a few sweaters for the night time. Turning I look at him standing in the closet looking slightly lost. "Sit on the bed; look pretty, pack the things I hand you."
Lindsey moves to the bed and I start going through his drawers and side of the closet, pulling out a few things and tossing them back to him. "They'll fit in my bag too." I think it amazes him how little I can pack; then again sometimes so can I. Then again, I was never much for material things.
With a small content sigh, I head into the bathroom to pull out the things that we need as well. "Lindsey? Do you need to take anything special?"
"Sit on the bed; look pretty, pack the things I hand you," she commands imperiously. I chuckle and do as I'm told, stepping aside to let the girl do her thing, some part of me marveling at the changes I've seen in her since we met. Partially my bad influence, I'm sure. On the other hand, this place has been more than a little bit good for both of us. I'm not the guy I was when I first met her either.
She wanders over to the bathroom while I try to get everything into the bag without getting it too wrinkled. Why iron on vacation if you don't have to? "Lindsey? Do you need to take anything special?" she calls from the other room.
"Got you, don't I?" I murmur with a smile, knowing she's too far away to hear. Although she may have already seen past my tough macho exterior by now...
Truth is, she packs like me, and that's a detail that I still haven't figured out about her. You tend to learn to pack like that when you're forced to get up and run from something, or someone; it quickly becomes apparent what's important to your survival and what's just stuff. But she hasn't brought it up and I haven't bothered pressing the matter, so it's remained part of the past.
"I think that's about it," I remark when she joins me, watching her add the last of our things to the bag. "You should probably tell me where we're headed though, so I... know how much to fill up the truck... and you're not even buying this a little bit, are you?" The sparkle in her eyes tells me that my truth-stretching skills have diminished somewhat. "Well," I sigh, wrapping my arms around her and fighting my grin, "The least you can do is distract me before the curiosity kills me."
Yeah, as long as I've got her, it doesn't matter where we're going. It's going to be fun.
My eyes meet his for a moment as I pull my sweatshirt out of the closet and I feel my heart flip in my chest, the urge to drop what's in my hands and go to him strong. I ignore it for the moment and keep packing, knowing that the sooner we pack the faster we can get out of here and enjoy our time.
I pull down a few of his shirts and an extra for myself before making my way over to the bed, setting everything down and folding it up into small squares before fitting everything into the one suitcase. I bend down and pull out my sandals, slipping them on the sides as he tries to get more information about our trip out of me.
"You should probably tell me where we're headed though, so I... know how much to fill up the truck... and you're not even buying this a little bit, are you?"
Smirking at him I shake my head. "Lindsey, we're going to the airport, I need to call a shuttle to come pick us up at six in the morning." I feel his arms go around my waist and I smile down at him, resting my hands on his shoulders as I lean down to kiss him gently.
"The least you can do is distract me before the curiosity kills me."
I run my tongue over his lip before nipping it gently. "That might be able to be arranged..." I push him back to the bed gently, resting my knees on either side of his thighs. "It might be a while until you can fit your arms around me like this..." My fingers find their way into his hair before kissing him hard. "Think that might distract you?"
A smile comes to my lips as I reach up for the suitcases that have sat in the back of the closet for far too long. It's due time for us to get away and I can't help but be nothing but excited for this trip; it's a place that I've always wanted to go as well.
"North, West, East or South?"
"Yes," I answer him simply; knowing I was being a tiny bit on the mean side not telling him. But I wanted him to be surprised about where we were going. It's only a half of a day, he'll know soon.
"Come on... one hint?"
"No." I wrap my arms tighter around him and rest my chin on his chest, looking up at him. "It's a surprise, Lindsey. The flight won't be long and I've learned something from you." I smile at him. "How to be wicked." I move my hands and brush my fingers over his sides, tickling him for a moment before slipping out of the closet to get a few things from the drawers.
I grin and look over my shoulder at him. "I'll make sure to set the big coffee pot, how's that?" I finally feel my fingers touch the blue bikini and I pull it out and hold it up for him to see. "I'd think this was incentive enough to wake you tomorrow morning..."
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"The flight won't be long and I've learned something from you," she continues. I raise an eyebrow. "How to be wicked."
That just makes me grin. "Yeah, you're a fast learner, all right," I mutter. Awful hard to be stay worried when she's busy being a flirt.
I amble after her to the closet, knowing I won't have much to do when it comes to packing. I don't think she knows it, but that battered duffel bag that I've stubbornly hung on to all these years is still half-packed, loaded up with the essentials and ready to go at a moment's notice. I may not be running anymore, but the threat never really goes away. (It's the day that you stop looking back over your shoulder that they come for you.)
Tara waggles the blue bikini in front of herself with a little smirk and all grim thoughts are banished immediately. "This mean I can rule out an Arctic cruise, right?" I tease, visions of beaches dancing in my head. If I just let myself relax for once, this will be great, I know it.
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I hear him in the closet and hum softly to myself, moving around the room again to gather all the things I think I'm going to need - mostly warm clothes - and a few sweaters for the night time. Turning I look at him standing in the closet looking slightly lost. "Sit on the bed; look pretty, pack the things I hand you."
Lindsey moves to the bed and I start going through his drawers and side of the closet, pulling out a few things and tossing them back to him. "They'll fit in my bag too." I think it amazes him how little I can pack; then again sometimes so can I. Then again, I was never much for material things.
With a small content sigh, I head into the bathroom to pull out the things that we need as well. "Lindsey? Do you need to take anything special?"
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She wanders over to the bathroom while I try to get everything into the bag without getting it too wrinkled. Why iron on vacation if you don't have to? "Lindsey? Do you need to take anything special?" she calls from the other room.
"Got you, don't I?" I murmur with a smile, knowing she's too far away to hear. Although she may have already seen past my tough macho exterior by now...
Truth is, she packs like me, and that's a detail that I still haven't figured out about her. You tend to learn to pack like that when you're forced to get up and run from something, or someone; it quickly becomes apparent what's important to your survival and what's just stuff. But she hasn't brought it up and I haven't bothered pressing the matter, so it's remained part of the past.
"I think that's about it," I remark when she joins me, watching her add the last of our things to the bag. "You should probably tell me where we're headed though, so I... know how much to fill up the truck... and you're not even buying this a little bit, are you?" The sparkle in her eyes tells me that my truth-stretching skills have diminished somewhat. "Well," I sigh, wrapping my arms around her and fighting my grin, "The least you can do is distract me before the curiosity kills me."
Yeah, as long as I've got her, it doesn't matter where we're going. It's going to be fun.
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I pull down a few of his shirts and an extra for myself before making my way over to the bed, setting everything down and folding it up into small squares before fitting everything into the one suitcase. I bend down and pull out my sandals, slipping them on the sides as he tries to get more information about our trip out of me.
"You should probably tell me where we're headed though, so I... know how much to fill up the truck... and you're not even buying this a little bit, are you?"
Smirking at him I shake my head. "Lindsey, we're going to the airport, I need to call a shuttle to come pick us up at six in the morning." I feel his arms go around my waist and I smile down at him, resting my hands on his shoulders as I lean down to kiss him gently.
"The least you can do is distract me before the curiosity kills me."
I run my tongue over his lip before nipping it gently. "That might be able to be arranged..." I push him back to the bed gently, resting my knees on either side of his thighs. "It might be a while until you can fit your arms around me like this..." My fingers find their way into his hair before kissing him hard. "Think that might distract you?"
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