Evil Ed :: Fright Night (2011) (
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004 ☥ ska me crazy
Well this could be worse.
[In the background, a creepy male voice and an organ are providing accompaniment; Ed seems more amused than anything else.]
Do you ever think as a hearse goes by that you may be the next to die? They wrap you up in a big white sheet, from your head down to your tiny feet.
...I could've done without waking up to Coldplay, but whatever. At least whatever's doing this has a sense of humor?
[In the background, a creepy male voice and an organ are providing accompaniment; Ed seems more amused than anything else.]
Do you ever think as a hearse goes by that you may be the next to die? They wrap you up in a big white sheet, from your head down to your tiny feet.
...I could've done without waking up to Coldplay, but whatever. At least whatever's doing this has a sense of humor?
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No, I'm calling you poke-able. It's fun. Like a squeeze toy.
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Hi, Ed. How are you? There's a Charlie with your hands pulled behind her back and her face about a half inch from yours. And she's staring, both nervous that you're there and almost expectant, like she's hoping for something to come of this but she isn't sure what.]
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Bitch.
[But he doesn't really mean it; it's more breath than word, and more than half teasing besides. He stares back, uncertain, then seems to almost take a breath to replace the last before closing the remaining space, brushing lips against hers hesitantly, solid enough to be purposeful but brief and light enough where he'll dismiss it as an accident if it doesn't go over well.
It's too soon, maybe, there's a voice nagging as much in the back of his mind, but with what happened in the desert it feels like much longer, like they've known each other forever already. It seems...right somehow.]
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[And she has more of a retort, more smart-ass behavior that just comes with the territory of being Charlie but
...did that just happen? Really?
Whoa. Charlie blinks, cheeks flushing from surprise but something in her doesn't give her time to process that at all. It's pure reaction, pure Charlie to just 'do' and not 'think' when she's kissing him back. Her hands have released his wrists and have gone to the sides of his face. She's the one to close the distance again, her kiss a bit more sure than his and lasting only slightly longer before she pulls away a fraction.
Yeah. That just happened. And she's fine with it.]
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You're still a bitch.
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Call me that again and I think I'll be done with kissing you for a good long while.
[Lies. Such lies.]
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[He is so not buying your words, McGee. Not even a little bit. It's why he's grinning so widely, among other reasons.]
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[She's not. She just squirms and wiggles and flails but no kicking.]
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I think I would have noticed by now? Just a thought.
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[Charlie. Don't even try that. It's bull and you know that.]
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[Oh hey. It's another poke and a smirk.]
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[Nevermind the fact that it's oh-fuck thirty in the AM and you're tired, Charlie.]
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[And now it's his turn to initiate a kiss, still brief, but more certain, more lingering, and he doesn't immediately put some distance in afterwards.]
But then you got distracting.
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[Oh, hey. She's kissing him again, too. How about that? And her hands had let go of his to circle around his waist again. Charlie, this is why you were distracting, which she probably knows but still. She had to ask]
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We could always multitask. If you're serious about that movie.
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I just want to spend time with you. Not really bothered with how.
[She's pretty sure they'd end up using the movie for background noise, anyway. Especially if they keep kissing, which she's fine with doing. More than fine. She brushes her lips against his, slightly teasingly before kissing him gently.]
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[Not that he really minds; he's perfectly happy being distracted for...a while.]
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...Hey, she's the first girl who's ever been interested, he's allowed to be a little concerned about keeping her around.]
Well at least you advertise the fact, so I can't say I wasn't warned.