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[butterflyfactor]

Even with how long the walk back to the house is, I'm still tipsy when we get there. Not drunk- I can walk a straight line and recite the alphabet backward, but I would probably find it way more amusing than under normal circumstances. I'm at least glad I wore sneakers instead of real heels. It probably made things easier than I realize. But again- tipsy. Not drunk. Jamie isn't the only one harboring concerns over things he might do under the influence that he's otherwise resolved not to. At least, not just yet.

Layla pushed the door to the house open and knelt to catch Richards before he could run out, part of her dress still gathered in one hand as it had been for most of the walk.

"Hey, there, champ. No wild parties while we were out?"

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[butterflyfactor.livejournal.com]

"Oh holy crap, no," Layla said. She snuck her knee over Jamie's leg, toes curling against the inside of his calf.

[howmanylives]

"Thank God," he laughed. "'Cause there's plenty more where that came from, I assure you."

[butterflyfactor.livejournal.com]

Layla smiled more and curled her arm around his shoulders so she could sift her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"...Was-" She stopped herself from asking the question, because it was too intrinsically insecure for her to do so without promptly wanting to smack herself in the face.

[howmanylives]

"Yes," said Jamie without missing a beat, giving her a knowing glance.

[butterflyfactor.livejournal.com]

She bit her lower lip and grinned, looking at once pleased and amused. She tugged his head down to kiss him, slowly, fingers curled against his jaw.