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Chapter 3: Embarassment
4 hours passed by, and Mika was still surprising Grave with her seemingly natural skill. Perfect aim, perfect posture, and she listened to every word Grave said.When She started to complain about her hands hurting, Grave grudgingly admitted that maybe it was time to go inside and get dinner going. When they walked back into the little house, Grave flopped himself down on the couch, and Mika flopped herself down on Grave. She snuggled into his chest and let out a tired sigh. Today was a tiring, yet completely exciting day. He looked down at the small woman and softly began to stroke her hair. He too, let out a tired sigh. Mika grabbed his other hand and looked at it like it was the most fascinating thing in the world, and then put her hand against his. The size was very different, considering that the tips of Mika's fingers barely came up to where the bases of Grave's fingers met with his palm.
After a few more minutes of relaxing, Mika hopped up and started her walk to the kitchen.
"What do you want for dinner, Grave?" She called from the pantry.
After a few moments of no reply, she sighed and poked her head out to look towards the couch.
"Did you hear me, Brandon?" She said a little louder.
She saw a large hand holding a phone raise in the air and wave around, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Take-out? Again! I'm beginning to think you don't like my cooking, buddy." He just shook the phone with a little more vehemence.
Mika came up behind the couch and hopped over to land on Grave's lap. He grunted again and handed her the phone.
"Alrighty, what do you want? Mexican, Chinese, Pizza... ?"
Grave shrugged. "You pick, theres no food in the house anyway."
She smirked. Pizza it was.
Once the pizza was ordered, Mika laid back down on Grave and continued playing with his hand.
Grave looked down at her. For being 17, she still had this odd innocence. She was still absolutely adorable, and now that she had matured,
one could even say she was stunning. At first he had felt disgusted with himself for falling in love with her, but after a while he realized that
age really didn't matter. Look at her parents for Pete's sake! Unfortunately his thoughts were interrupted when he felt a particularly dainty set of hands
reach under his shirt. He was a little shocked to say the least, and was determined to see what the hell she was doing.
"M-mika? Why.. why are you groping me?" He asked a little nervously.
"Groping you? Please, I'd wait till I wasn't so hungry," She snickered."I was just checking to see if those scars of yours are gone yet."
"Till you weren't so hungry?"
Automatically Mika blushed. He wasn't supposed to notice that part of the sentence. In fact she wasn't supposed to say that.
"Just uhh... Just kidding! Heh.. Heh Heh..."
 one hundred nights · Mon Aug 18, 2008 @ 01:46pm · 0 Comments |
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