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Really. Now this mean we gotta meet. And how much younger? I was 27 in 2010. Not sure if I should count the six years difference between home and here.
So you would have been born around 1997 in your timeline. I was born in 1983. This timeline shit is giving me a headache.
Sansa has been fighting fever and chills for most of this week and she's barely gotten out of bed. She's texted a little, here and there, and Jake has promised to bring her soup; she's looking forward to it.
In anticipation for his arrival, she leaves the door unlocked for him and crawls back in bed, curling under the covers.
In anticipation for his arrival, she leaves the door unlocked for him and crawls back in bed, curling under the covers.
He's going to speak to her about this leaving doors unlocked business. Jake huffed as he entered her apartment, with a knock and a call down the hall. "It's Jake, Sansa. I'm locking your door."
He juggled the bag holding the soup in a thermos, with a couple of things he hoped she would like and were easy to eat while locking her door, then made his way to the kitchen to set down the bag. He cased the apartment, making sure it was safe before he went looking for Sansa.
He wasn't really paying attention to the fact he was in her bedroom, not when she was sick.
"Hey Sansa, where are you?" He had an idea, what with the pile of blankets on the bed and Jonquil close to the head of the pile, but he would give Sansa the chance to announce herself.
He juggled the bag holding the soup in a thermos, with a couple of things he hoped she would like and were easy to eat while locking her door, then made his way to the kitchen to set down the bag. He cased the apartment, making sure it was safe before he went looking for Sansa.
He wasn't really paying attention to the fact he was in her bedroom, not when she was sick.
"Hey Sansa, where are you?" He had an idea, what with the pile of blankets on the bed and Jonquil close to the head of the pile, but he would give Sansa the chance to announce herself.
"Bed," Sansa says, calling out from beneath her pile of blankets. She's miserable and feels terrible so she's glad she has someone to keep her company. She pokes her head out and manages a weak smile for Jake. Jonquil takes this as her opportunity to flee down beneath the blankets and curls up alongside Sansa's body.
"I can't breathe."
"I can't breathe."
"Well let's get you comfortable, first." He leaned over. "I'm going to kiss your forehead. My sister did that to check my temperature when I was sick. That okay?"
Of course she could breathe, she wasn't blue. She was just congested like hell, and she was not the sweetest of patients, not with that slight whine.
Of course she could breathe, she wasn't blue. She was just congested like hell, and she was not the sweetest of patients, not with that slight whine.
Sansa nods a little. "You may kiss me any time you want to kiss me, Jake," she says. It sounds a little silly, as congested as she is, but the point remains.
"Jonquil has stayed close. I think that means I'm very warm."
"Jonquil has stayed close. I think that means I'm very warm."
i feel a little better.
Edited 2016-10-12 03:08 (UTC)
Oh good, I was wondering. Taking it easy still?
Jake blinks. Well, that's new. He leans over and drops a kiss on her forehead.
"Yeah, you have a fever. I'm going to get a washcloth and cool you off a bit before you eat my soup."
"Yeah, you have a fever. I'm going to get a washcloth and cool you off a bit before you eat my soup."
I figure this place is a different dimension and they go to different worlds. At least that's what I was told, and what I'm hearing too.
"I would like that," Sansa says sweetly, giving him the tiniest of smiles. She's very tired and the idea of being cool and clean appeals to her. She pushes off the blanket, revealing her tank top and the panties that she wears here instead of small clothes and a shift.
"You are so kind to me, Jake."
He gulped at the sight of Sansa in her panties, trying to not physically react. Not cool dude, to pop a boner just because a girl, who's sick by the way, is in tiny pink panties. Fuck.
"It's not hard to be kind to you," He managed to say, his voice squeaky, before he turned to go to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a wet washcloth and a bowl of water. He set the bowl down on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.
"May I?"
"It's not hard to be kind to you," He managed to say, his voice squeaky, before he turned to go to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a wet washcloth and a bowl of water. He set the bowl down on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.
"May I?"
"You may," Sansa says, stretching a little. She feels horrible and her throat is scratchy but seeing him makes her smile.
"Thank you for coming, Jake."
I am, yes, but I want to go on another date if...you do not think that is too forward to ask?
[ blink she asked him. holy shit. ]
No, that's not forward at all. What would you like to do?
No, that's not forward at all. What would you like to do?
are you feeling well enough to escort me home from work?
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