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do you always say that before you puke?

It's more the other end.

lovely.

Not so much but thanks for asking.

Well, you look completely and utterly miserable!

I think ate some bad pudding.

Food poisoning is so crude, but so effective! Alas, it is only temporary.

Effective? *laughs* I'm thin enough thanks.

I'm Andy.

Ah, you mistake me, but no matter.

I am Buboes and it is a pleasure to meet you. reaches for his hand

ooc: Fair warning

Huh?

*clasps her hand and shakes it* Hey Buboes! Cool name.

ooc- so, tell me exactly what would happen to him, so I know, lol. This is will be fun!

holds his hand between hers, grinning So I've been told, my dear boy.

How are you...feeling?

ooc: depends what happens. if she continues to touch him, he'll probably wind up with measles.

*doesn't mind the contact though he thinks it's kind of odd, but why not, friendly touches never hurt anyone*

My dear boy? You sound like a Disney villain. We're probably close to the same age. *shrugs* I'm okay, just gassey and pooping a lot from the bad pudding. How are you feeling? *sneezes* Huh.

ooc- okie dokie good :-)

Disney? Oh, you are too sweet! runs a finger slowly down his cheek I'm not a nice girl. That sound all right to you?

*shivers* That tickles! *wiggles a little and sneezes again* You seem nice enough to me.

laughs You are too precious! I didn't think there were many like you left.

Ooh...you've got a few little red spots by this ear. Might be coming down with something...serious.

*feels the red bumps and then sneezes again, after which he grabs her hands and holds them away from himself*

Are you, making me sick somehow? I'm getting the chills too!

Oh, aren't you the clever one?

Pestilence, one of the Four - at your service.

*coughs*

Oh crap. Please tell you didn't give me the bubonic plauge or something? I know it's your job to make people sick but I'd really prefer to recover!

Plague requires slightly more...strenuous activity. Or a really bad mood.

No, you simply have measles. Enjoy!

*starts scratching himself*

Damn.

Have a nice day, gorgeous! I hope to give you something...special later.

Don't forget to use the spray! *Shouts through the door and fanning her face* Jesus, what did you eat?

I used it all up, I'll have to get some spray at the store!! *calls to her as he takes a poop, complete with groaning*

You know that banana pudding I made right before Christmas? Apparently it wasn't good anymore!

*Cringes and retrieves a scented candle she'd gotten for Christmas but never used. Hopefully rain forest was enough to battle whatever he was killing in there. Cracking the door open a little, she blindly set the lit candle on the counter and left a box of matches.* Here you go babe.

Aww Andy. That was over a month ago. Eww. Anything that has dairy and isn't frozen goes bad in like 2 weeks.

*lights the candle and cleans up a little* Thanks.

Well now I know that! *lays down on the couch with his head on her lap* God. This is so gross. Hopefully it will pass soon.

*Combs his hair with her fingers* I know baby. I'm sorry. *Leans down and kisses him softly as her free hand gently rubs his belly*

*hums contentedly at her movements* I'm really sorry for stinking up our house, mostly. Thanks for taking care of me. From now I'm cleaning on the fridge more.

Don't sweat it. It's not like my shit don't stink. Just no more month old pudding. *smiles down at him*

I needed something. I'm trying to fill the void left by pot. *sort of joking, happy he's not smoking much anymore* *looks up at her* I love pudding so much but I can't eat for a while.

Are you quitting because of me? *Rubs his temples*

No. I'm just really scaling back because I'm working with kids. Telling them not to damage their bodies while I'm getting high on weekends is just wrong. Besides, we want have a baby. Helaku can't have a pothead for a father, can he?

Well, true but you've never let it interfere with you work or anything. *Smile and shifts so she's laying on the couch next to him* You just can't wait to be a daddy huh?

Yeah. I don't know. I love getting high but I don't feel like I need it anymore. *kisses her* I can't wait to have a family with you. I can't wait to be your husband.

Yeah? Am I your new mary jane? *Keeps the kiss soft only using a little tongue* God, I love the sound of that. Andy's wife. My husband. I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

Pretty much. *grins and nuzzles, absorbing the tender kiss* Me too. Lauren's husband. Mrs. Longbottom. My wife. It's amazing. That's what I'm excited for. Our life.

*Slides her hands under shirt rubbing his back* When did you know? You know, about me. That I was the one.

*scoots closer*

Well I think I knew when *blushes hardcore* You let me use your shower that day when I had broken mine. I could get the duck off me, I wasn't dressed and then I fell asleep. I thought you'd kill me but instead you laughed and we hung out. I just thought, man I love this girl, she's so damn cool. And then cold sweat and OMIGOD! I LOVE THIS GIRL!

*Slides a leg over his itching to pull him as close as she can but wants to keep looking at him so she only pulls the lower half close* Really? *grins* I don't think I knew that quick but the panic set in sooner. The day after you went home after that first weekend I freaked because I was physically going through withdrawals. I remember asking someone if it was possible to be addicted to a person because I'd be at work, my mind would wander to you and I'd get so hot so fast I'd double over. I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to eat and I was torn between tracking you down and tying you to my bed so you couldn't escape and changing my number praying you wouldn't remember where I lived. It was straight up terrifying.

Being so soon after Tommy, I was 99% sure it was a rebound thing and the thought of hurting you made me sick but I couldn't stay away. You'd call and I'd get butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't see you in person and not touch you. That's why I slept with Brando. I thought maybe if I slept with someone else I'd get you out of my system but instead it felt like cheating. I hated myself and I had to tell you but when you acted like you didn't care I got so mad. I thought it was another case of me getting the wrong impression. Of course you wouldn't think of me in a permanent sense you were amazing and I was just me. Nice guys don't go for girls like me.

But you stayed. You more than stayed. You wouldn't let me run. I don't have one moment that I can really point to and say then. That's when I knew I was in love because I think something in me, smarter than me, knew right from the start. My brain just had to catch up.

*smiles as he listens, stroking her skin*

Well, I didn't think you wanted me as anything other than a warm distraction at first! You made it clear, or so I thought, that you were with someone else I was just kind of an in between thing. I was just thankful I was getting to be with you so I forced myself to be okay with that. We even had a conversation like a day or two before you told me about Brando, about how what we did was always something different than what you considered boyfriend material. I think I drank myself to sleep that night, just like someone had screamed at me that you couldn't be my girlfriend no matter how much I wanted you. Smart, funny, interesting girls like you don't go for boring, quiet guys like me. So when you told me about Brando I was angry and jealous but I didn't think I had any right to say anything. I thought you were going to tell me to move on. But instead we became exclusive, remember? I just knew I had to be with you. I knew I was being obnoxious by always showing up, by foisting my dog on you, by not leaving but I just couldn't. My heart wanted you and I'm lead by my heart.

*Rubs her legs against his*

I thought I knew guys well enough to know when I was the party favor. Tommy wined and dined me but he just let me go without a fight. He treated me like "girlfriend material" and in the end I still didn't matter. So I said fuck it. If all guys wanted me for was for fun then I would be more fun than they could handle. I wouldn't let them hurt me anymore. It was self destructive and if you hadn't come along I would have burned out.

*Touches his forehead with hers* I remember. You asked me on our second chance date. Well... I asked you to ask me but you did. You asked for more than that and I just remember feeling so... wanted. I'd never felt that way before.

God, I would have done anything to be like what guys think they're supposed to do. Bring you flowers and love notes and making you feel like you were superior. You didn't want all that cliche stuff though and when I realized that I wanted you even more. The more I learned about you the more I wanted you. It was like a sickness. Even dumb things. Oh you're right handed? Love you a little more. It was insane.

I remember wanting to tell I loved you. I was nervous. Finally we were talking about something random and I just said it. You replied in Dineh and at first I was sure you were saying to get the fuck out and never come back. *chuckles*

*Laughs a little* Well, right handers are pretty damn sexy. I'm glad this wasn't orthodox though. We might not have done things "the right way" but I wouldn't take back a second of it. Even the fighting. Especially the fighting. I can't trust anything that's too easy and we've certainly had our moments so I know this is real. It's more than infatuation.

*Chuckles* I was such a chicken shit. I was just starting to figure out my feelings for you when you said it. I don't think my heart has ever beat so hard and it was the first thing to pop in my head. Oh god and that whole "I" thing. I'm such a loser.

Me too. If it was too easy I wouldn't have trusted it and we would have burned out. We had to go through that fighting part of our relationship. We had to build that deeper dimension of our connection. We had to build on each other, you know? I think we'll probably have more fights in the future but we know how to get through them.

*laughs* Well we were both so surprised by our feelings... what was the I thing?

Oh I'd put money on it but you're right. The more we do it the better we get at it. *Smiles*

*Laughs* Hell no. If you forgot then I'm leaving it that way. Trust me. It was forgettable.

*laughs* And less traumatic it is! I love you.

Aw, please? PLEASE? I'll give you a kiss and let you touch my butt..

Ugh! You would offer the butt. You're evil.

Fine! I told you how my whole life it was always about me and I. But in Navajo "i" doesn't mean you it means your perfect match and how my life was still all about "I" but I in the Navajo because you are my I. And now I can stop talking. Come here.

Oh yeah! I loved that! I still love that. The Navajo culture and language is so utterly amazing to me.

*comes closer to her and sticks his butt out to her*

*Slides her hands over his butt then slides them around his waist and hugs him from behind*

*clings, feeling amazing*