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Post by Norah the Naiive Demon Magnet on Jan 29, 2009 22:07:14 GMT -6
Norah wasn't surprised that Addison knew where the glass was, but she had hoped to give it to him. So, instead she took the glass and set it back on the table, then she pushed his bangs back again, running her fingers through his hair. "Addison, I ordered some soup for us from a nearby French restaurant. It should be hear in fifthteen to twenty or thirty minutes. I hope you don't mind, but I really don't trust my lack of skills in the kitchen to cook anything." When Norah noticed Addison was nestled under the covers, she felt his forehead again. "Are you cold? Perhaps I should get a thermometer and check your temperature?" She leaned down and pressed her cheek to his cheek, a much better way to check his temperature. The flush that was spreading across his face made Norah tingle with joy. Pushing people's buttons was her favorite pastime. She smiled just a little, then it quickly disappeared.
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Post by Harper on Jan 29, 2009 23:26:08 GMT -6
Addison felt her fingers run through his hair and he leaned his head towards her hand reflexively. He wanted her to do that again. It felt nice, and relaxing. Then he had a thought process A.D.D.. She had ordered food? That was sure nice of her. "No. I don't mind at all. Thank you." He straightened up in time to feel her hand against his forehead once again. "I am little cold." He admitted. "I'm not quite sure where a thermometer would be though..." Once he felt her cheek press against his and her breath warm on his ear his own flushed with warmth. "U-uhm how are you? Spending time with someone who can't see must be taxing..." He stammered, attempting to get some sort of conversation to distract himself. |
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Post by Norah the Naiive Demon Magnet on May 5, 2009 21:34:33 GMT -6
Addison asked a question. More importantly, he asked an unrelated question, meaing he was trying to distract himself from his own thoughts. Perfect. Her plot was playing out as planned.
Norah brushed a few stray strands of red hair out of her eyes and behind her ear while she thought of an answer."No, actually its a nice change of pace for me." Norah said abruptly. "I enjoy caring for someone, and not the other way around for a change. When I'm sick, I know I like it when someone looks after me, and I'm sure you are the same. Of course if you weren't sick, you could handle caring for yourself, but since you are, I'll gladly step up to the plate. Its like playing house, you being the sick husband and me the doting wife."
A wicked grin broke onto her face. That was too good, even for Norah. This poor man wouldn't make through dinner. Then Norah wondered why it was so important to make Addison suffer from his mixed emotions, to want something he couldn't have. He was something more than a simple conquest or a game at this point. He was something more... and Norah wasn't sure if she wanted to know what.
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