Rachel loved making him laugh, it was one of the guilty pleasures she had, and at any chance she got she'd try to bring it out of him, that laugh of his just made her smile. Still she kept walking backwards her backside hitting the door and pushing it open, letting the cold air hit him as he put his shirt back on, "Come on slow poke, you want to get with the grabby you gotta get with the hurry."
Her finger beckoned him a bit closer, reaching out to get a fistful of the collar on his tshirt yanking him toward her a bit forcefully. Her hand was fisted up in his shirt and her mouth pressed to his hard and fierce giving him something to put a bit more pause to his step, but hopefully a bit more emphasis on the notion that she did want to continue all of this at home. She pulled back from him, that dare me attitude shining in her eyes as she left the parlor and started to head back toward the car.
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Date: 2006-10-31 09:12 am (UTC)Her finger beckoned him a bit closer, reaching out to get a fistful of the collar on his tshirt yanking him toward her a bit forcefully. Her hand was fisted up in his shirt and her mouth pressed to his hard and fierce giving him something to put a bit more pause to his step, but hopefully a bit more emphasis on the notion that she did want to continue all of this at home. She pulled back from him, that dare me attitude shining in her eyes as she left the parlor and started to head back toward the car.
She knew he wouldn't be far behind.