Post by Brandy Berry on Sept 26, 2009 0:49:49 GMT -5
He shook his head. She thought it was sweet. He wanted her to stay so that she wouldn't get hurt, but she didn't figure Maryann to be one to strike in the day time. And besides, there was that protection spell she casted on herself - she wouldn't have to worry about being dragged into the darkness again.
"I'll call in for you, tell them you're sick. I don't care about money or you owing me or anything like that. It all amounts to nothing if I don't have you to share it with, if you're not safe. Please, at least think about it."
She giggled slightly at the thought of him calling in sick for her. She was sure that wouldn't go over well, how well would Sam handle Terry calling is sick for Arlene?
"Hun, that's a very sweet thought, but I don't think having you call in sick for me is quite believable. Would you believe Terry if he called in sick for Arlene? It's fine. Really. I insist. Going to work.. I am looking forward to being away from all this craziness if only for 4 hours. "
She had closed her eyes when he started stroking her hair. The feeling was soothing, satisfying, and she was content to just fall asleep right there in his arms.
"I won't feel right with you away from me. Not right now."
Brandy nodded, slowly, she understood. Her arms wrapped around him and she snuggled in close.
"... carry me to bed? lay with me till I fall asleep?"
She was already moving in such a way so that he could grab onto her, pick her up, and carry her into the bedroom. Her arms already were loose around his shoulders and her full lips nuzzled and cooed against the nape of his neck.
The truth was, Brandy had already made up her mind to go to work, nobody would attack her in the mall and nobody would be gutsy enough to try and chase after her car or something. As long as she came straight back home, everything would be fine.
That's what she told herself, because right then all she wanted to do.. was be with him.
"I'll call in for you, tell them you're sick. I don't care about money or you owing me or anything like that. It all amounts to nothing if I don't have you to share it with, if you're not safe. Please, at least think about it."
She giggled slightly at the thought of him calling in sick for her. She was sure that wouldn't go over well, how well would Sam handle Terry calling is sick for Arlene?
"Hun, that's a very sweet thought, but I don't think having you call in sick for me is quite believable. Would you believe Terry if he called in sick for Arlene? It's fine. Really. I insist. Going to work.. I am looking forward to being away from all this craziness if only for 4 hours. "
She had closed her eyes when he started stroking her hair. The feeling was soothing, satisfying, and she was content to just fall asleep right there in his arms.
"I won't feel right with you away from me. Not right now."
Brandy nodded, slowly, she understood. Her arms wrapped around him and she snuggled in close.
"... carry me to bed? lay with me till I fall asleep?"
She was already moving in such a way so that he could grab onto her, pick her up, and carry her into the bedroom. Her arms already were loose around his shoulders and her full lips nuzzled and cooed against the nape of his neck.
The truth was, Brandy had already made up her mind to go to work, nobody would attack her in the mall and nobody would be gutsy enough to try and chase after her car or something. As long as she came straight back home, everything would be fine.
That's what she told herself, because right then all she wanted to do.. was be with him.