Post by Chephren on Oct 22, 2008 7:49:47 GMT 10
Just a stupid thingy I wrote a few hours ago... nothing great but since I'm here... Have fun ! 
What's Your Type?
It was a bright afternoon in Boston. Joe was taking his nap in his bedroom and she was waiting for her husband to come home after his shift, killing time with a magazine. It was one of those magazines, you know, only for women. Dealing with weight, food, make up, kids, pets and husbands. She went through, carelessly turning the pages, one by one. She suddently got caught by a double page. A poll. Just a stupid poll. After reading the topic, she shook her head, smiling. Yeah, really stupid she said to herself before going on with her non reading lecture. She finished up, and throw it on the table in front of her, resting her head on her hand. She looked at the clock on the wall and sight. He won't be there before at least a couple of hours or so. She had the house cleaned up from floor to ceiling, laundry was long made, dinner was ready, well, all they will have to do will be to put it on the oven an hour before eating. Obviously, there were nothing else to do. She has been hired in an hospital not far from their new appartment but she wasn't due there until next monday, 5 more days staying alone in the appartment when Luka was on. Way too long. she wasn't that type of woman you know. She needed to work, to have things to do, to help people and save some others. Oh! She loved time off, at home, with Luka, doing all kind of things, mostly just enjoying beeing together but that was the point, they were together. When he was working, she was here alone, bored out of her skull when Joe was sleeping. She looked at the clock again. 45 minutes to go... if he wasn't late... she shook her head and took back the magazine and reach for the poll pages. Well, hey, anything to kill time... "what's your type?" The pictures showed a few men, from very classy, obviously shaved a few minutes ago to all sweaty, with a light beard, still in jogg pants and sweater. Which kind am I? she wondered. She tried to figured this out when she remembered just the night before...
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He went back from work at 7.00 PM, and she loved the smile he always have when his eyes met hers. He kicked his shoes off and went to her while undoing his tie. He kissed her, long and sweet, one arm on her hip, the other on her cheek. When they broke the kiss, he lower his second arm so he can meet the first one on the small of her back, bringing her closer to his body, resting his forehead against hers, savouring the moment.
- How was your shift? she asked
- Huh... awful... what about you day? he replied
- I missed you! she smiled.
- Missed you too. He said, lowering his head to kiss her again.
- Tired?
- Yeah, a little. Just need to rest a few minutes he said as he untangled himself from her and sad onto the couch, sighing heavily and closing his eyes instantly.
- Do you want something to drink? she asked, heading for the fridge.
- Oh yeah, that would be great thanks. he answered without even opening his eyes.
She didn't even had a chance to come back to him after taking cans from the fridge and turning on the oven, before Joe burst out of his room, running to his father.
- Daddy!!!
Luka opened his eyes and a new smile spread across his face.
- Hey!!! he said opening his arms.
She stood in the middle of the living room, looking at them. Joe landed on his dad's chest, hugging him tight. She couldn't help but smiled at the beautiful picture. She felt Love raising inside of her and all around her, and she felt tears gathering in her eyes. It was the same thing everyday, but sometimes she was getting a little too emotional. She quickly shook her head and step forward towards the couch where Luka was tickling Joe without mercy.
- Here you go, Abby said, handing him a Sprite can and sitting down.
- Thanks, Luka answered, taking it while Joe sat between his parents.
The three of them stayed there a while, talking about their day ( well mostly listening to Joe actually), the tension of Luka's shift slowly fading, leaving only happyness to replace it. It felt so good, and not only the cold soda he was sipping. Abby had extanded her arm across the couch behind Joe and her figers were slighly stroking his neck and hair.
This nice moment was interrupted by the sound of the oven.
- Dinner's ready! she said.
Joe got up excitly, litteraly jumping into the kitchen. Abby and Luka stayed right there a little longer, looking into each other eyes. No words were exchanged, just feelings. They both sighted before getting up and headed towards the kitchen too. Abby's cooking has improved a lot and the dinner was pretty good, honestly! After eating, Abby went to put Joe to bed, not without telling him a story he had picked up amongst the dozens books he had, meanwhile Luka went to a nice long and hot shower.
He loved his new life. Their both made concessions, and it had been a high price sometimes but it was worth it. They were worth it. He stepped out of the shower, brushed his tooth and shaved. He took a look at himself in the mirror. Hell he looked tired. All he could think right now was a long night of sleep, against her. He got out of the bathroom, looking for Abby. The cold air of the rest of the appartment hit him and he quickly ran to their bedroom, adding pants and a white shirt to his boxers. Heading to the living room, he saw his beloved wife exiting their son's room and a smile came to his face.
- Are you ready to come to bed? he asked
She looked at him and stopped. How could he still take her breath away by a simple look at him? She got lost in his smile and headed right to him as he extand his hand toward her. She took it and let him drag her to his chest before kissing her again. He smelled soap and shampoo, and aftershave and so... HIM. God, she loved him so much. She raised her hand to his chest and deepened the kiss. And suddently, sleeping was the last though in his mind... she broke the kiss, and locked her eyes with his.
Next thing she knew, she was following him, willingly, eagerly to their bedroom, hand in hand, butteflies all over her stomach.
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sitting on the couch, the magazine still opened in her hand, she smiled to herself.
Oh yeah, she was definatly the "fresh and showered" kind...
What's Your Type?
It was a bright afternoon in Boston. Joe was taking his nap in his bedroom and she was waiting for her husband to come home after his shift, killing time with a magazine. It was one of those magazines, you know, only for women. Dealing with weight, food, make up, kids, pets and husbands. She went through, carelessly turning the pages, one by one. She suddently got caught by a double page. A poll. Just a stupid poll. After reading the topic, she shook her head, smiling. Yeah, really stupid she said to herself before going on with her non reading lecture. She finished up, and throw it on the table in front of her, resting her head on her hand. She looked at the clock on the wall and sight. He won't be there before at least a couple of hours or so. She had the house cleaned up from floor to ceiling, laundry was long made, dinner was ready, well, all they will have to do will be to put it on the oven an hour before eating. Obviously, there were nothing else to do. She has been hired in an hospital not far from their new appartment but she wasn't due there until next monday, 5 more days staying alone in the appartment when Luka was on. Way too long. she wasn't that type of woman you know. She needed to work, to have things to do, to help people and save some others. Oh! She loved time off, at home, with Luka, doing all kind of things, mostly just enjoying beeing together but that was the point, they were together. When he was working, she was here alone, bored out of her skull when Joe was sleeping. She looked at the clock again. 45 minutes to go... if he wasn't late... she shook her head and took back the magazine and reach for the poll pages. Well, hey, anything to kill time... "what's your type?" The pictures showed a few men, from very classy, obviously shaved a few minutes ago to all sweaty, with a light beard, still in jogg pants and sweater. Which kind am I? she wondered. She tried to figured this out when she remembered just the night before...
---------
He went back from work at 7.00 PM, and she loved the smile he always have when his eyes met hers. He kicked his shoes off and went to her while undoing his tie. He kissed her, long and sweet, one arm on her hip, the other on her cheek. When they broke the kiss, he lower his second arm so he can meet the first one on the small of her back, bringing her closer to his body, resting his forehead against hers, savouring the moment.
- How was your shift? she asked
- Huh... awful... what about you day? he replied
- I missed you! she smiled.
- Missed you too. He said, lowering his head to kiss her again.
- Tired?
- Yeah, a little. Just need to rest a few minutes he said as he untangled himself from her and sad onto the couch, sighing heavily and closing his eyes instantly.
- Do you want something to drink? she asked, heading for the fridge.
- Oh yeah, that would be great thanks. he answered without even opening his eyes.
She didn't even had a chance to come back to him after taking cans from the fridge and turning on the oven, before Joe burst out of his room, running to his father.
- Daddy!!!
Luka opened his eyes and a new smile spread across his face.
- Hey!!! he said opening his arms.
She stood in the middle of the living room, looking at them. Joe landed on his dad's chest, hugging him tight. She couldn't help but smiled at the beautiful picture. She felt Love raising inside of her and all around her, and she felt tears gathering in her eyes. It was the same thing everyday, but sometimes she was getting a little too emotional. She quickly shook her head and step forward towards the couch where Luka was tickling Joe without mercy.
- Here you go, Abby said, handing him a Sprite can and sitting down.
- Thanks, Luka answered, taking it while Joe sat between his parents.
The three of them stayed there a while, talking about their day ( well mostly listening to Joe actually), the tension of Luka's shift slowly fading, leaving only happyness to replace it. It felt so good, and not only the cold soda he was sipping. Abby had extanded her arm across the couch behind Joe and her figers were slighly stroking his neck and hair.
This nice moment was interrupted by the sound of the oven.
- Dinner's ready! she said.
Joe got up excitly, litteraly jumping into the kitchen. Abby and Luka stayed right there a little longer, looking into each other eyes. No words were exchanged, just feelings. They both sighted before getting up and headed towards the kitchen too. Abby's cooking has improved a lot and the dinner was pretty good, honestly! After eating, Abby went to put Joe to bed, not without telling him a story he had picked up amongst the dozens books he had, meanwhile Luka went to a nice long and hot shower.
He loved his new life. Their both made concessions, and it had been a high price sometimes but it was worth it. They were worth it. He stepped out of the shower, brushed his tooth and shaved. He took a look at himself in the mirror. Hell he looked tired. All he could think right now was a long night of sleep, against her. He got out of the bathroom, looking for Abby. The cold air of the rest of the appartment hit him and he quickly ran to their bedroom, adding pants and a white shirt to his boxers. Heading to the living room, he saw his beloved wife exiting their son's room and a smile came to his face.
- Are you ready to come to bed? he asked
She looked at him and stopped. How could he still take her breath away by a simple look at him? She got lost in his smile and headed right to him as he extand his hand toward her. She took it and let him drag her to his chest before kissing her again. He smelled soap and shampoo, and aftershave and so... HIM. God, she loved him so much. She raised her hand to his chest and deepened the kiss. And suddently, sleeping was the last though in his mind... she broke the kiss, and locked her eyes with his.
Next thing she knew, she was following him, willingly, eagerly to their bedroom, hand in hand, butteflies all over her stomach.
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sitting on the couch, the magazine still opened in her hand, she smiled to herself.
Oh yeah, she was definatly the "fresh and showered" kind...