She was having a good time, a wonderful time, and it was certainly a sad thing to have it ending so soon. But she knew a week was enough (especially for Alfred) and they would be going home today. Hypothetically. She was just slowly coaxing herself awake when she heard her name. Margaret being the least-used thing she could ever possibly be called, particularly by him, she had to assume the worse, jumping out of bed and hastily shoving her glasses onto her face to run out to him.
"What's wrong?" Maggie was, predictably, in panic mode. "What is it?"
pretend the icon is the right animalwelljustwatchmeDecember 5 2011, 05:53:06 UTC
"Yes, you were."
Maggie rolled her eyes, then popped up to her feet after a moment, looking around. "And where's my puppy?" The dog in question looked up from her end of the couch, fluffy, floppy ears perked up slightly. "Aren't you glad I wasn't killed by a-- oof."
And that was her getting tackled back against the wall by a bear-sized dog. Just like a bear mauling, only much more fun.
"Duly noted." Maggie gave Kina a kiss between the eyes, then lowered the now complacent dog back to the floor, before stepping around her to go over to Alfred. Loosely wrapping her arms around him, she gave him a slight smile. "Now, how about we find a way to pass the time?"
"Oh?" Smirking, she moved to lean against him, then playfully kiss his nose. Waiting, of course, to see how hard she would have to work for this distraction.
Alfred let her lead the kiss, lifting her up a bit off the floor to hold her against him as he made his way backwards to the couch, flopping them both backwards over the arm of it.
Although quite fine with being moved around, the orientation shift made it hard for the kiss to continue. Then again, getting jostled away created opportunity, and so Maggie pulled back enough to pull her sweater off, dropping it to the ground. Down to a tank top and still-chilled-from-her-outdoor-adventures jeans now, she moved to kneel over him on the couch, resuming her kissing where she left off.
"What's wrong?" Maggie was, predictably, in panic mode. "What is it?"
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Maggie rolled her eyes, then popped up to her feet after a moment, looking around. "And where's my puppy?" The dog in question looked up from her end of the couch, fluffy, floppy ears perked up slightly. "Aren't you glad I wasn't killed by a-- oof."
And that was her getting tackled back against the wall by a bear-sized dog. Just like a bear mauling, only much more fun.
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"She seems fine now."
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