supremeoutcast
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Post by supremeoutcast on Oct 14, 2007 18:27:24 GMT -5
"Oh, um... I think if I just sit down that'd be fine."
James took the lotion silently, grimacing at the stupidity of his own words. He glanced away as she slid down the straps of her top, feeling suddenly and inexplicably awkward.
For God's sake you idiot, come on...it's just a naked back, it's not like you're seeing her from the front...your head might explode if you did...
"I apolagise now if my hands are cold" James joked, squeezing the lotion into one hand. It was, he realised, a particularly stupid thing to have said, not least of all because the current situation had left him feeling anything but cold. He leant forward and began rubbing the lotion into her shoulders, using his fingers to ensure it was spread evenly.
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Post by ana on Oct 14, 2007 18:42:40 GMT -5
LEIA
Leia involuntarily flinched when his hands touched her skin. Not because she was uncomfortable with the contact, but because she'd kept the lotion in the shade of her shelter and against her warm skin it was practically icey.
"Oh!" She squeaked, then giggled. "S'kinda cold."
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supremeoutcast
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Post by supremeoutcast on Oct 14, 2007 19:20:12 GMT -5
"Oh! S'kinda cold."
"Oh, sorry" James replied quickly. He worked the lotion into her back a little firmer than he had with her shoulders, hoping that it might somehow help warm her up. "Is that any better?".
She clearly doesn't feel as awkward as you do, or she'd be glowing bright red and one stage away from spontaneous combustion, never mind cold.
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Post by ana on Oct 16, 2007 20:21:40 GMT -5
LEIA
"That's great, yeah." Leia replied, staring at the sand in front of her in a bid to distract herself from the fact James was touching her. Which, if she was totally honest with herself, she was really loving. Point in fact, that was probably the main reason she'd asked him to help her out and not one of the girls. Given the choice, what lonely girl wouldn't want a handsome and heroic guy putting lotion on her back?
"Thanks again..." Leia suddenly said, feeling like an awkward silence had fallen over the two of them. "Y'know, you're really good with your hands. I mean....you're very gentle." She added, feeling her cheeks flush with embarassment again.
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supremeoutcast
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Post by supremeoutcast on Oct 19, 2007 18:09:01 GMT -5
"Y'know, you're really good with your hands. I mean....you're very gentle."
"Oh, thanks. That's always good to hear" James laughed, uncomfortably aware of the decidely nervous edge it seemed to contain. He felt his face burn and was suddenly unable to think of anything else to say. As much as he loved touching her, it was becoming increasingly obvious that his ability to string together a legible sentence would only return once his hands had left her body.
"There you go" he declared, working the last of the lotion in and standing up. "My finest work of art is complete". He smiled, knowing full well that she couldn't see it, grabbed a dirty t-shirt from his shelter, wiped his hands on it and returned to Leia's side, carefully averting his eyes.
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Post by ana on Oct 20, 2007 14:30:15 GMT -5
LEIA
Just as Leia was relaxing into what was basically a very good back massage, James was done. And that left Leia feeling a little disappointed. Never the less, she smiled and gave him her thanks again, turning to face him when he rejoined her. And there was that awkward silence again. The kind that two nervously excited people get when they don't want to say anything that the other might misinterpret. Leia fiddled with the lid of the lotion bottle, opening and closing the cap without realising it.
"Anything I can do for you in return?" She asked innocently.
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Post by supremeoutcast on Oct 20, 2007 18:46:20 GMT -5
"Anything I can do for you in return?"
Something inside James' stomach seemed to rise at the sound of this question.
For God's sake, don't say anything that involves kissing. In fact, don't say anything at all. That way you won't embaress yourself.
I can't just sit here like a delinquent and say nothing. She'll think I'm braindead as well as insane.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way to repay me some day" James laughed, hoping his false brovado wasn't as transparent as it sounded.
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Post by ana on Oct 22, 2007 17:46:10 GMT -5
LEIA
"I'll think of something." She said, though at that point she had no idea what that something might be. Candle lit dinner for two? Er...unlikely.
"So how come you didn't go with the rest to fetch water? Wandering off into the jungle for the benefit of others, seems like the kind of thing you'd be stupid enough to do." She teased.
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Post by supremeoutcast on Oct 25, 2007 14:58:56 GMT -5
"So how come you didn't go with the rest to fetch water? Wandering off into the jungle for the benefit of others, seems like the kind of thing you'd be stupid enough to do."
"So that's where everyone's gone' James mused. He sat silently, staring at the sky for a moment before turning back to her and adding, "Nah, I don't think that's stupid enough for me. Find me a flying spaghetti monster and I'll be there" he grinned.
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Post by ana on Oct 27, 2007 9:16:43 GMT -5
LEIA
"A flying spaghetti what now?" Leia asked, torn between laughing and not knowing what the hell he was on about. She settled for a bemused giggle.
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Post by supremeoutcast on Oct 29, 2007 9:43:26 GMT -5
"A flying spaghetti what now?"
"You mean you never got inducted into the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster?" James asked, trying desperately not to laugh. "They believe that the universe was created by a Flying Spaghetti Monster. He built the world to make us think it's older than it really is and shapes humanity's destiny with His Noodly Appendages. Oh, he's also invisible and can pass through solid matter. I'm starting to suspect that it's living out there in the jungle".
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Post by ana on Nov 1, 2007 5:14:50 GMT -5
LEIA
"You mean you never got inducted into the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster?"
Leia shook her head in answer and looked even more confuesd. Still, she kept her smile. James might have been crazy, but at least it was taking her mind of things. It was crazy in a good way.
"They believe that the universe was created by a Flying Spaghetti Monster. He built the world to make us think it's older than it really is and shapes humanity's destiny with His Noodly Appendages. Oh, he's also invisible and can pass through solid matter. I'm starting to suspect that it's living out there in the jungle".
"You just made that up!" She laughed, giving James a playful shove on the shoulder. "Noodly appendages....that sounds like something from Monty Python."
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supremeoutcast
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Everything. Everyone. Everywhere. Ends.plg%%James Woodhouse%%
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Post by supremeoutcast on Nov 2, 2007 12:21:59 GMT -5
"You just made that up! Noodly appendages....that sounds like something from Monty Python."
"I didn't!" James laughed. "They're a real group! Okay, they might have been inspired by Monty Python, but they're still real! I wrote about them once, I should know!".
Oh, that was a clever thing to say James. Nicely done. Why don't you just hang a sign round your neck saying 'it shouldn't happen to a reporter'?
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Post by ana on Nov 6, 2007 6:10:21 GMT -5
(( OOC: sorry for the delay, works been kinda busy and all my free time is getting sucked away by Heroes... )) LEIA Well that didn't make sense. Leia was pretty sure he'd said he was a writer, but what he'd just said seemed to imply he was more a journalist than a novelist. She was also pretty sure that she had been rubbish at hiding the look of uncertainty on her face too. "Did you used to be a reporter or something?" She finally asked.
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