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The light was low. The solitary, flickering light of the television causing shadows to creep and shift in jerky motion--hordes of two-dimensional puppets crawling on the walls and ceilings.
Shelley sat sprawled, or as much as she ever did, on the couch beside Elan. Hovering between sleep and awake, she stared unseeingly forward at the television. The film had long since ended and shifted to what seemed to be another old film. Elan did not care.
Sitting with but little distance between them, they were both already dressed for bed. An evening of late-night film watching was the order of the night, after a particularly contentious game of Scrabble, as they were both now consummate players, with no less than three shouting matches over the legality of certain words being waged.
With a small smile, Elan glanced over at the sleepy girl, reaching out with one hand to turn her head as the other reached around her.
He stifled any objection with a rather passionate kiss.
Shelley sat sprawled, or as much as she ever did, on the couch beside Elan. Hovering between sleep and awake, she stared unseeingly forward at the television. The film had long since ended and shifted to what seemed to be another old film. Elan did not care.
Sitting with but little distance between them, they were both already dressed for bed. An evening of late-night film watching was the order of the night, after a particularly contentious game of Scrabble, as they were both now consummate players, with no less than three shouting matches over the legality of certain words being waged.
With a small smile, Elan glanced over at the sleepy girl, reaching out with one hand to turn her head as the other reached around her.
He stifled any objection with a rather passionate kiss.