The Calm After the Storm

[butterflyfactor]

Layla had woken up with no Jamie beside her, and for a moment felt a queer sort of panic that made her question her sanity more than the island usually did. After a moment, during which time Richards had slunk up the bed to tuck his wet nose against her jaw and wag his tail a little, she recalled that she had been up, earlier, to let the dog in,

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[howmanylives]

This morning I woke from a fitful sleep with some better understanding of what it must be like to be Victor Von Doom -- bear with me, I'll explain in a second. You see, this particular morning, I woke up next to the very beautiful, very naked woman I professed my love to last night, which under just about any other circumstance would be great. I was up in every sense of the word, even somewhat rested, and I was about to lean over to kiss Layla awake, take advantage of our privacy, when, lo and behold, there was movement at the end of the bed.

She'd let the damn dog in. The dog, who I purposefully left outside of the room last night. The dog, who I might remind you, is named after a certain Mr. Fantastic.

Yelling Richards' name at the sky, it turns out, is remarkably therapeutic. It's no wonder Doom does it so often.Jamie'd already been to the Rec Centre and back by the time he crossed paths with Layla, showered, if no less internally frustrated from the morning's cancelled plans. Though in reality he felt no better than he had

[butterflyfactor]

It's probably a combination of what he said last night and what he just said, just this moment, that freaks me out. Acclimatized. Growing used to it. If my ability to cope, or total lack thereof, through the past few days is any indication then no, I am not especially acclimatized. Or at least I'll fight becoming so tooth and nail.

Layla stood still for a moment while a few dozen quips whipped through her head, before she started forward at a run and only stopped when she had her arms around his neck. She kissed him.

[howmanylives]

The truth is, she tastes a lot like she looks -- like she just woke up. I've been wandering around for hours trying to shake off any untoward intentions I might've had when I woke up, only for her to throw all that effort out the window with a simple stale tasting kiss.

Letting out a muffled sigh against her mouth, his hands easily found her hips, tugging her closer without much thought to their location. He turned them on the spot, leaning up against a nearby tree, wincing a little as a branch dug into one of his bruises, just enough to startle him into breaking away, breathless. His gaze lowering first to her mouth, and then back up to her eyes, he asked, "Jeez, if you wanted to do that, why'd you let the dog in?"

[butterflyfactor]

"He was sitting outside alone feeling dejected," she said, "and he missed you, probably as much as I did." She leaned against him and lifted a hand to slide her palm along his cheek.

"You're the center of his black and white universe."