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Peanut Butter - Fire
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Timeframe : 1278
Sham’s not sure what compels him to tell the girl in his arms, “Your mother would kill us if she knew what we’re doing right now.”
Mara pauses, her lips halfway to his, to give him a look. “My mother is the last thing I want to think about right now, thank you. Is that your hand…on my ass?”
“I-I’m sorry. Is that, er, not somewhere I should-” He’s quick to pull it away but it drifts nervously from her hair to her arm to the wall behind them. “I, uh, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
With a glance at the hand planted safely against the stone, Mara laughs. “You think I do either? And it’s all right. I…kinda like it there.”
Sham laughs too, but the most daring move he’s willing to make now is to bring his hand back to her side. Mara’s leaning back in again for that kiss, and he holds her tight as their lips meet.
“Actually,” says Mara, once they’ve parted, “I don’t think she would.”
“Huh?”
“My mother. I don’t think she’d kill us. I think she’d be cheering us on.”
Now it’s Sham’s turn to pause. “You know what?” he says, at a loss again as to where to put his hands. “I’d rather not think about her either.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1278
Sham’s not sure what compels him to tell the girl in his arms, “Your mother would kill us if she knew what we’re doing right now.”
Mara pauses, her lips halfway to his, to give him a look. “My mother is the last thing I want to think about right now, thank you. Is that your hand…on my ass?”
“I-I’m sorry. Is that, er, not somewhere I should-” He’s quick to pull it away but it drifts nervously from her hair to her arm to the wall behind them. “I, uh, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
With a glance at the hand planted safely against the stone, Mara laughs. “You think I do either? And it’s all right. I…kinda like it there.”
Sham laughs too, but the most daring move he’s willing to make now is to bring his hand back to her side. Mara’s leaning back in again for that kiss, and he holds her tight as their lips meet.
“Actually,” says Mara, once they’ve parted, “I don’t think she would.”
“Huh?”
“My mother. I don’t think she’d kill us. I think she’d be cheering us on.”
Now it’s Sham’s turn to pause. “You know what?” he says, at a loss again as to where to put his hands. “I’d rather not think about her either.”