pray that something picks me up

Sep 17, 2009 23:55

Harper seemed to be in a trance as she walked towards Owen's house. It was raining cats and dogs and she hadn't even considered taking her car or even an umbrella. Maybe writing the play and dealing with forming the production was getting to her on top of everything else going on in her life ( Read more... )

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o_woeisme September 19 2009, 05:59:38 UTC
Owen nodded and held her closer, pressing his forehead to hers. "I'll keep you warm.

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thinkmemad September 19 2009, 06:14:40 UTC
Harper smiled and brushed her lips over his again.

"Alright."

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o_woeisme September 19 2009, 06:19:39 UTC
"You'll really stay?" he asked quietly, giving her a small smile.

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thinkmemad September 19 2009, 06:26:30 UTC
"I'll stay," she whispered, resting her hand on his cheek before closing his eyes.

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o_woeisme September 19 2009, 07:11:36 UTC
As he woke up, he realized that she was still there. She was still there and still in his arms and he couldn't explain how relieved he was. He kissed her shoulder curiously.

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thinkmemad September 19 2009, 07:13:10 UTC
"Mmm," she hummed, a shiver running down her spine at that small gesture.

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o_woeisme September 19 2009, 07:16:09 UTC
He smiled, and kissed her shoulder again. "Morning."

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thinkmemad September 19 2009, 07:17:20 UTC
Harper closed her eyes at this, a smile on her lips. "Morning."

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o_woeisme September 20 2009, 01:32:57 UTC
"Still, I... I'm glad you stayed," he said, rubbing his thumb against the skin of her waist.

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thinkmemad September 20 2009, 01:42:49 UTC
"I didn't want you to be upset..."

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o_woeisme September 20 2009, 01:51:51 UTC
Owen sat up, peering at her. "Is that... Is that the only reason you stayed?"

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thinkmemad September 20 2009, 01:59:10 UTC
"Of course not," Harper amended, quickly reaching up to touch his cheek, flat on her back, the sheets around her waist now.

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o_woeisme September 20 2009, 04:04:17 UTC
His breathing grew shallow the more he pressed his fingers to her, trying to memorize the way she felt and looked.

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thinkmemad September 20 2009, 04:06:31 UTC
"Wh-what are you thinking about?" Harper managed to asked once she found words.

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o_woeisme September 20 2009, 04:11:51 UTC
Owen shook his head. "I'm not really... Thinking," he said quietly, his eyes curiously washing over her. "You're so beautiful."

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thinkmemad September 20 2009, 04:14:11 UTC
She opened her eyes completely, appreciating the boy before her, bare and wonderful. She kept her thoughts to herself as always and merely smiled.

"I'm not, really," Harper said, matter-of-factly. She wasn't by traditional standards beautiful.

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