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"Looking at you, holding my breath. For once in my life, I'm scared to death. I'm taking a chance."
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comeswithcuffs and jewhawk
What? Date night in.
When? Thursday night
Where? Puck's place.
Rating: High
The dinner of Puck's homemade chicken alfredo (totally not kosher, but so worth it) was done, and the dishes quickly rinsed and put into the dishwasher, and Puck and Taylor were relaxing on the couch. There had been plans to put on a movie, but both of them had somewhat forgotten it in the course of eating dinner, and realizing that they needed to have a particularly serious conversation.
They sat close together on the couch, Puck's arm draped over Taylor's shoulder, in a sort of awkward silence, which was unusual in and of itself. The two of them would generally have been talking about whatever funny stories they had from the day, or making out by now. Instead, the quiet surrounded them, and Puck rarely did very well with quiet.
In fact, there was only so much of that he could take, and it was generally very very little, so within a minute, two at most, Puck had turned to his other half, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before he pulled back to look at her face. "You said you had something to talk to me about?" he prompted gently. "What's up?"
comeswithcuffs and jewhawkWhat? Date night in.
When? Thursday night
Where? Puck's place.
Rating: High
The dinner of Puck's homemade chicken alfredo (totally not kosher, but so worth it) was done, and the dishes quickly rinsed and put into the dishwasher, and Puck and Taylor were relaxing on the couch. There had been plans to put on a movie, but both of them had somewhat forgotten it in the course of eating dinner, and realizing that they needed to have a particularly serious conversation.
They sat close together on the couch, Puck's arm draped over Taylor's shoulder, in a sort of awkward silence, which was unusual in and of itself. The two of them would generally have been talking about whatever funny stories they had from the day, or making out by now. Instead, the quiet surrounded them, and Puck rarely did very well with quiet.
In fact, there was only so much of that he could take, and it was generally very very little, so within a minute, two at most, Puck had turned to his other half, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before he pulled back to look at her face. "You said you had something to talk to me about?" he prompted gently. "What's up?"