Would You Marry Me?

[mica-silverwind.livejournal.com]

AND NOW, IT'S TIME FOR KUROI TO BE PRE-EMPTED BY THE



MARRIED SINCE FOREVER MEME

Step 1: Post with your character
Step 2: Reply to some other character as if your own had been married to the above for X amount of time.
Step 3: ????
Step 4: Profit!

Rules:
Age up the kidlets, unless it's funnier if you don't.
Gaymarried is fine. For lulz, if nothing else, people.
No porn, please
Have fun making odd couples
Ship it. Ship it hard.
Tell Kuroi: "neener neener"

Comments

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

Riiiight.

[roll of the eyes, before she snatches that one still-hot cup of coffee from your desk and seats herself in your lap]

So what's Mr. Science's latest project of the day?

[notlewis]

[All in one breath, as he slides his hand up her leg.]

The social and reproduction habits of paramecium in a controlled environment.

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

[loops an arm around his neck, sweetly]

So how are the paramecium doing? Talk of the town?

[notlewis]

It's all the buzz with the amoebas. But they're always such gossips.

[Looks like Nura has picked up on the best way to lure him out of the lab.]

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

Well that sounds reasonable. After all, the amoebas are practically bored with their own existences.

[it's one of her many talents. she understands that a scientist is practically married to their work. so you can be a scientist and be with science, but Nura gets to steal you away a lot of the time.]

[notlewis]

To be honest I am getting a little bored with their existences too. They haven't done anything exciting in... [checks watch] ... oh god, has it really been six hour?

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

[amused]

Yep. I once walked by you in just lingerie, and you still looked at those things.

[notlewis]

[A pause.]

Now see, cariña, if you hadn't been wearing lingerie...

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

[takes his chin into her hand and whispers in his ear]

It was the one that was practically see-through, Luis.

[notlewis]

[Well.]

I don't suppose you still have it?

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

I don't know...

[slinks off his lap] You drank all of my coffee and ignored me for the amoebas...

[hands on her hips, with a sly smile] I don't know if I'm really in the mood now.

[notlewis]

Ohh, come on, baby, have a little pity for your dumb, distractable husband.

[Luis puppy face is GO, and he reaches for her hand.] You have got to be some kind of angel to put up with me.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

[dammn, she's defenseless against the puppy face. she slinks back into his arms and lap and snuggles against him]

If you can carry me to the bed, I'm yours for the night.

[notlewis]

[Glances at his watch again and smiles sheepishly.] Or, well, what's left of it, anyway.

[Fortunately, he may be a weedy scientist but Luis has the muscle to carry a lady anywhere she wants to go. Hurray!]

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

[she'll just laugh as he carries her] Right. Which means you have to make it up to me.