I haven't written one in AGES! :0
So finally while listening to Pieces par Red I came up with this "MOVING IN" scene of them. Enjoy ;)
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“Welcome to our new home!” she yells cheerfully as they open the door and enter the penthouse apartment they just bought as a couple.
“Yay home,” he can’t resist but rejoindre in her delight. He looks at the blonde in front of him and then chuckles, “I can’t believe toi bought a new dress just to déplacer in.”
“Hey toi bought that camera!” she accuses and points her fingers at the lens of the video camera he was pointing at their new house and plus specifically at her.
“It’s different,” he says and then adds, “This is useful.” Just because he knows it would stir a reaction from her.
She smiles sheepishly, “This is useful too.”
“Oh really?”
She grins and plays with the jupe of her dress, “Yes. Don’t I look nice in this dress?”
“You look beautiful in that dress,” he corrects her. She bites her lips.
They walk through the hallway (his video camera still pointing at her, she walks backwards her face still at the camera) and suddenly she disappears into the suivant room. Their living room.
“This room!” she shouts. He walks faster (because he’s afraid something is wrong with their new place) and sees her look spellbound par her surroundings. She turns in circles to take the view of the whole room. He zooms the camera to her face. She is plus than smiling, her whole face was glowing and he is sure he sees tears in her eyes (he is sure they are of happiness though). Breathtaking beauty.
She stops turning around and smiles at him playfully, as if she just thought of something brilliant.
“Dance with me,” she says.
He laughs, “What?”
“Dance with me,” she repeats and holds out her hand for him to take. “Put the camera down par the counter over there and dance with me.”
He shakes his head and says no (she pouts). “There’s no music,” he reasons.
“We don’t need any.” This time she pulls him towards her and he recklessly leaves the camera on the counter. He forgets to turn it off.
He twirls her and puts his right hand on her hip, her left hand on his shoulder (they’re doing something kind of like a waltz). She laughs the whole time while he is staring at her in the most affectionate way anyone ever could. He twirls her one plus time and then he steps closer.
Their foreheads against each other, she giggles and says, “I l’amour our house.”
“I l’amour you,” he says instead.
She bites her lips and in a whisper-like voice says, “I l’amour toi too.”
They are sitting against the mur of their unfurnished living room to watch the video he had recorded (it turns out their dance is recorded from a good angle). The video ends with him running off screen to turn the camera off while she watches him. He closes the video camera’s small screen.
She lifts her head off his shoulder and looks at him adoringly. “Thank you,” she starts. “For this.” Her sentences are short because she is really crying now.
“I didn’t buy toi the apartment,” he says, a little confused (because really they bought the house together, equal share).
She wipes her tears and shakes her head, “Thank toi for buying this place with me.” And then in a smaller voice she adds, “Thank toi for being with me.”
He feels his chest tighten because of her words (but it feels good because he’s glad to hear something so honest from her). He doesn’t say anything but kisses her forehead.
His left hand finds her right and holds it in his. And he looks around the room himself (he really does l’amour the architecture of the place), but he finds looking at her so much plus stunning. She seems to agree.
So finally while listening to Pieces par Red I came up with this "MOVING IN" scene of them. Enjoy ;)
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“Welcome to our new home!” she yells cheerfully as they open the door and enter the penthouse apartment they just bought as a couple.
“Yay home,” he can’t resist but rejoindre in her delight. He looks at the blonde in front of him and then chuckles, “I can’t believe toi bought a new dress just to déplacer in.”
“Hey toi bought that camera!” she accuses and points her fingers at the lens of the video camera he was pointing at their new house and plus specifically at her.
“It’s different,” he says and then adds, “This is useful.” Just because he knows it would stir a reaction from her.
She smiles sheepishly, “This is useful too.”
“Oh really?”
She grins and plays with the jupe of her dress, “Yes. Don’t I look nice in this dress?”
“You look beautiful in that dress,” he corrects her. She bites her lips.
They walk through the hallway (his video camera still pointing at her, she walks backwards her face still at the camera) and suddenly she disappears into the suivant room. Their living room.
“This room!” she shouts. He walks faster (because he’s afraid something is wrong with their new place) and sees her look spellbound par her surroundings. She turns in circles to take the view of the whole room. He zooms the camera to her face. She is plus than smiling, her whole face was glowing and he is sure he sees tears in her eyes (he is sure they are of happiness though). Breathtaking beauty.
She stops turning around and smiles at him playfully, as if she just thought of something brilliant.
“Dance with me,” she says.
He laughs, “What?”
“Dance with me,” she repeats and holds out her hand for him to take. “Put the camera down par the counter over there and dance with me.”
He shakes his head and says no (she pouts). “There’s no music,” he reasons.
“We don’t need any.” This time she pulls him towards her and he recklessly leaves the camera on the counter. He forgets to turn it off.
He twirls her and puts his right hand on her hip, her left hand on his shoulder (they’re doing something kind of like a waltz). She laughs the whole time while he is staring at her in the most affectionate way anyone ever could. He twirls her one plus time and then he steps closer.
Their foreheads against each other, she giggles and says, “I l’amour our house.”
“I l’amour you,” he says instead.
She bites her lips and in a whisper-like voice says, “I l’amour toi too.”
They are sitting against the mur of their unfurnished living room to watch the video he had recorded (it turns out their dance is recorded from a good angle). The video ends with him running off screen to turn the camera off while she watches him. He closes the video camera’s small screen.
She lifts her head off his shoulder and looks at him adoringly. “Thank you,” she starts. “For this.” Her sentences are short because she is really crying now.
“I didn’t buy toi the apartment,” he says, a little confused (because really they bought the house together, equal share).
She wipes her tears and shakes her head, “Thank toi for buying this place with me.” And then in a smaller voice she adds, “Thank toi for being with me.”
He feels his chest tighten because of her words (but it feels good because he’s glad to hear something so honest from her). He doesn’t say anything but kisses her forehead.
His left hand finds her right and holds it in his. And he looks around the room himself (he really does l’amour the architecture of the place), but he finds looking at her so much plus stunning. She seems to agree.
