Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-08-08 08:39 pm
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Room 324, Sunday Evening
Kate felt weird. As if she... was supposed to feel kind of dizzy, but everything was completely clear instead. With a vague buzzing, somewhere in the background. It was probably shock.
She was just going to run with it, for as long as it lasted. Then collapse. Maybe cry. She wasn't thinking about any of that right now. Someone else was her priority.
And that someone was Bod, who'd been using her as a walking aid on their way up from the lobby.
"So, what do you need?" she asked when they'd made it to her room.
[ooc: For the poor, poor boyfriend.]
She was just going to run with it, for as long as it lasted. Then collapse. Maybe cry. She wasn't thinking about any of that right now. Someone else was her priority.
And that someone was Bod, who'd been using her as a walking aid on their way up from the lobby.
"So, what do you need?" she asked when they'd made it to her room.
[ooc: For the poor, poor boyfriend.]
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Too tired to hold it back, too tired to panic about it.
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Bod knew his parents loved him and he suspected Silas and Miss Lupescu did too even if they never said as much. This...was very different and Bod couldn't really identify what he was feeling though he knew it was good. Warm. Comforting. Soothing.
"You..." He sounded surprised but not in any sort of bad way. He just hadn't expected her to say that. "Really?"
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"Yes," she said, like she was just stating a fact. "Really."
This was not how she would've expected this important relationship moment to happen, but she didn't care about that, either.
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Bod managed to fight that off but the ragged breathing was still there. He tightened his hold on her some more, trying to find his voice again. It was somewhere, getting buried under terrible mental images and declarations of love that were giving his heart a boost.
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"It's not that horrible," she said quietly after a while, some actual emotion creeping back into her voice. She sounded fond.
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But he knew it wasn't horrible. He knew what he was feeling wasn't horror. "No one's ever really said that to me."
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Advantage of her position.
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Why yes, she was going literal with this one.
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"I can't guarantee you'll get an answer, but yes."
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"Am I allowed to love you back?" He was fairly certain he knew the answer to that question. He wanted to ask anyway. He wanted to be different than anyone else.
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"Yes."
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It was easy to know how he felt with her was different and stronger than what he felt with anyone else. It made things better, sharper, and painful (in situations like this). He thought he had his definition right there.
"All right," he said, nodding and kissing the top of her head. "I love you too."
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... Yeah. She'd thought she and her body had already come to an agreement about being done with crying some time ago. She'd been wrong.
Pointlessly, she tried to hide her tears by pressing her face against his neck again. Because he totally wouldn't feel the wetness. Of course not.
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"Why are you crying?" he asked quietly, rubbing her back now. "Kate?"
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He'd cried violently against into her neck. She was allowed. "I do love you. I love you. I do."
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See? Ridiculous. And she knew it too.
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She pulled away just enough to awkwardly rub at her eyes, sure they were an absolutely wonderful shade of red by now. "I'm so fucking tired."
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