[ it's so commonplace to mingle french and english when he's somewhere he's comfortable, that he doesn't realize he's done it until he repeats what he just said a little louder. and then adds a, ] I can't find my boxers, [ in english as he drops to the floor to look under the bed.
oh, hey. there's her bra. raleigh grabs it and tosses it on top of the mattress. aaaand--oh, there's his boxers. ] Ha!
[ is that... french? naomi's not so sure but there's something about the sound of it that makes her think it might be and-- wow, if raleigh speaks french that is... kind of... really hot.
dammit.
she wanders over to the bed and fishes her bra up by the strap before sitting down, a smile playing on her face when she hears him exclaim triumphantly. ] You're such a dork. [ she grins and slips the thing on, straps up on her shoulders, adjusts the underwire beneath her breasts and reaches behind to get the clasps right ( she'd do it another way, but her boyfriend is in the room and she's got enough vanity to want to try to make the whole process look pretty for him okok )
--except it is harder than it looks and she can't seem to get the damn thing to take. ]
Yeah, but you like that I'm a dork. [ or at least he hopes that she does. if she doesn't, why on earth is she with him?
raleigh stands up to pull on his boxers and finds himself staring at naomi. he tries not to, since she's obviously having a little trouble. but she just looks so cute, fighting with her bra. he can't help it, the same way he can't help but smile. ] Here, let me. [ he sits behind her on the bed and clasps her bra for her. it's a lot easier from this side. ]
And here I thought guys were the only ones to have trouble with these things.
[ it's a good thing that he can't see her face right now because she just might be a little pink.
when she finally does turn to look at him though, naomi scrunches her nose up before winding her arms around his torso because his hands on her back had sent shivers up her spine. ] Only because I was putting it on the hard way. [ let him wonder about that... or... something. whatever.
she nips at at his chest playfully. ] So. Are we going grocery shopping?
[ he almost asks there's a hard way to put on a bra? but then he's distracted by her arms around him and her teeth on his chest. ]
Not if you keep doing that we're not. [ it's half a joke and half a warning. he's so wrapped up in her right now and the way that it's okay for him to hold her like this--skin to skin with hardly anything between them. it would be much too easy for him to completely forget about breakfast and just kiss her until the end of the world. ]
[ yes, there is, when you try to look cute for your boyfriend. the easier way is less flattering. that's the logic she's sticking with at least. ]
But you said you'd make crepes. [ naomi winces when she hears herself say the words, a quiet oh god, get a grip, sokolov crossing her thoughts before she kisses him quick on his jaw and pulls away to grab her shirt, which is balled up and wedged between the edge of the bed and the nightstand.
[ if she hadn't darted away so quickly, he would've said, i can make crepes later. as it is, he just falls backwards onto the bed with an exaggerated groan, hands covering his face. ]
You're killing me here, Meems. [ he's totally not serious about that, but--it's nice. to be able to joke about things like that. this whole morning is just really nice.
but if they're going to go grocery shopping, he should probably finish getting dressed. ] Your jeans are by the TV. Have you seen my pants anywhere?
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oh, hey. there's her bra. raleigh grabs it and tosses it on top of the mattress. aaaand--oh, there's his boxers. ] Ha!
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dammit.
she wanders over to the bed and fishes her bra up by the strap before sitting down, a smile playing on her face when she hears him exclaim triumphantly. ] You're such a dork. [ she grins and slips the thing on, straps up on her shoulders, adjusts the underwire beneath her breasts and reaches behind to get the clasps right ( she'd do it another way, but her boyfriend is in the room and she's got enough vanity to want to try to make the whole process look pretty for him okok )
--except it is harder than it looks and she can't seem to get the damn thing to take. ]
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raleigh stands up to pull on his boxers and finds himself staring at naomi. he tries not to, since she's obviously having a little trouble. but she just looks so cute, fighting with her bra. he can't help it, the same way he can't help but smile. ] Here, let me. [ he sits behind her on the bed and clasps her bra for her. it's a lot easier from this side. ]
And here I thought guys were the only ones to have trouble with these things.
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when she finally does turn to look at him though, naomi scrunches her nose up before winding her arms around his torso because his hands on her back had sent shivers up her spine. ] Only because I was putting it on the hard way. [ let him wonder about that... or... something. whatever.
she nips at at his chest playfully. ] So. Are we going grocery shopping?
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Not if you keep doing that we're not. [ it's half a joke and half a warning. he's so wrapped up in her right now and the way that it's okay for him to hold her like this--skin to skin with hardly anything between them. it would be much too easy for him to completely forget about breakfast and just kiss her until the end of the world. ]
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But you said you'd make crepes. [ naomi winces when she hears herself say the words, a quiet oh god, get a grip, sokolov crossing her thoughts before she kisses him quick on his jaw and pulls away to grab her shirt, which is balled up and wedged between the edge of the bed and the nightstand.
now, where are her jeans... ]
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You're killing me here, Meems. [ he's totally not serious about that, but--it's nice. to be able to joke about things like that. this whole morning is just really nice.
but if they're going to go grocery shopping, he should probably finish getting dressed. ] Your jeans are by the TV. Have you seen my pants anywhere?