Prete-Moi Ta Plume

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Curls were so strange. Their texture varied from lock to lock, some twisting be left, others right, and some change direction halfway through the strands. But it was one of Elisabeth’s favorite textures. She loved to run her fingers through Etienne’s curls, the weight of his head gently pressing down on her lap as he either read to her, or even just while they talked.

Elisabeth chewed on her knuckle as she sat on the couch, legs tucked up beneath her as she tried to keep her mind focused on the musical piece playing from the stereo. But her mind was distracted by thoughts of Etienne.

They’d been married now for almost six months. Six blissful months, that weren’t without their arguments and spats, but overall were otherwise wonderful. She’d grown comfortable with him and with herself on a more physical level. And after only a couple months of learning the (for lack of a better phrase) ins and outs of sex, had even found herself to be initiating and surprising Etienne once in a while.

But that afternoon was particularly troublesome. While she was craving to crawl under the sheets with her husband, it was also the day dear Mother Nature had decided to gift her with an obnoxious monthly gift. And until then, she was still firmly of the mindset that sex was off limits during that week of the month.

But Etienne walking back and forth in the room, his cologne trailing along behind him, and the little touches on her shoulder or the kisses on her cheek every once in a while as he passed by were starting to drive Elisabeth crazy.

“Stop touching me!” she finally blurted out as his lips were just hovering near her neck. Startled, he backed a step away, his hands flying back at her sudden retort until he was fighting back laughter as she explained. “You’re too much for me to handle right now, and if you try to kiss me like that you’re only going to frustrate me even more and I’m already on edge right now. I can’t even focus on the concert piece!”

“So I shouldn’t touch you like…this?” He teased, sliding his hands down her arms to thread his fingers through hers as he leaned over the back of the couch and kissed her jaw.

Elisabeth squeezed his hands slightly and shut her eyes, savoring the kiss before she shook her head a little bit. “Exactly,” se said, but still held his hands to keep him close.

“Or this?” he asked again, wrapping their arms together around her waist and dropping his kiss lower to her shoulder.

Elisabeth whined, annoyed at the inconveniences of womanhood and wishing it was any other day. “Etieeeeeeeenne! Stop it, really now,” she sighed, letting his hands go so he could step away. He kissed the top of her head and chuckled, amused to see her so frustrated as she sat there with her arms crossed on the couch.

“You’ll have to make it up to me this weekend for being so cruel and teasing me like that!” she said, holding in a snarky smirk as she counted down the days until the weekend.

you do not have to:

get to my thread just because you’re working on other replies

avoid posting often just because we’re both online and it’s your turn

push yourself to write something just because you see me on

I understand:

that sometimes you only get muse for certain threads

you may not know what to reply with at the moment

some threads you have are in an exciting moment and you’d rather put your focus into those

RPing is for fun. Don’t force yourself to get stuff done. Your replies are worth the wait.

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The rules of the game were simple enough. The player spins the bottle, and whoever it lands on is their kissing partner. If they follow all the way through with the kiss, they get to take a shot of whatever beverage they wanted, from the smooth alcohols to the easy virgin drinks. If they didn’t follow through, they had to take a shot glass from the “shit shots” tray. It consisted of various awful concoctions from hot sauce to lemon juice to everclear.

She’d already kissed a guy named Mowgli and an Adam in a v-neck, and was getting near to her limit in terms of how long she could put up with the stress of the game. Kissing in front of other people was like public speaking on steroids, and always left her trembling and a little sick. The men in the circle whistled when Skyler’s spin landed on her.

“I will try to get you there as fast as I can, then.” He said. Overhead, a helicopter swooped over the road. So it was an accident. 

Encouraged by his beginnings of a smile she was feeling better about pursuing talking to him. “Well I mean sure, if you stop being all grumpy I think that’s something I can do.” To her this was actually how she met people, at bars or pubs if you will. Moving from city to city the town’s watering hole always seemed the place to be for finding interesting people open to chat. 

Her final statement caused a happy sensation to consume him. If there was one thing he enjoyed talking about, besides computers, it would be his family and his homeland. Even though his family was in a different country, he still considered them some of the most important people in the world. He hardly got to talk to anyone about them, and he would take any opportunity to talk about them.

“America has it’s high points.” She conceded. “But I think I would die if I were separated from my family. My big brother is basically my best friend and my mom and dad...” She laughed “I don’t really function without them. It sounds kinda kiddish I guess. But we are all pretty close. It must be really hard, being apart from your family. especially with them so far away. Did you come here for work or...?”

Hand on his door she paused. Biting her lip she nodded. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, you’ve been very professional.”

He tapped on the door frame and chewed on the inside of his lip, trying to analyze his own weirdly confused mental state.

It sucked to try and help her set Meg up with someone else, but she insisted it was supposed to make her happy, and that was the only motivation that kept her pushing ahead.

“Thank you. I’m sorry, it kinda sucks. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. We’ll do a fun girls day soon. Shopping or walking the greenbelt or something. No boys.”

After settling on her outfit, Meg applied a bit of makeup. She was hardly a makeup expert, and her skills basically amounted to a touch of lipgloss and mascara, but she smiled at her reflection with satisfaction.

The thought of him making them breakfast like this down the line after they got married set her to smiling again. She imagined them learning more things to cook together, him sitting there at the table feeding her the first bite ceremoniously day after day. Maybe even one day feeding that first bite to a different little mouth…a little one of their own.

His mind was still reeling a bit from their earlier skirmish. He felt like he had whiplash. How he had gone from sleeping, to fighting, to cooking and eating breakfast, in the past twenty minutes was beyond him. Never a dull moment, at least. 

“I know, I know, but how do I make her know I’m on her side when she won’t talk to me? She went right to her room and locked the door and she’s been like. eerily silent since we got home.”

Suddenly, he heard Krista’s bedroom door open. He barely caught a glimpse of her and a moment later she was slamming the front door on the way out.