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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Dec 13, 2006 21:10:43 GMT -5
Beni's heart lept once and a million times more. "YES! I'm more serious than dementor," she grasped his hands and she had to do a few leaps up and down. She couldn't believe it. He accepted. It would be done, and she was sure it would all turn out just well. She could imagine friends and family alike condemning the idea altogether, but she made an effort to jsut truck on.
"Where's the least of our problems," Beni said confidently. She dug up that morning's fragment of the Daily Prophet and showed him the picture of the place. "Me mum built that. It's in wizzing London, cheap, and great! I'll work in the salon, you can get a job, and we can work it all out!" She grinned happily, seeing it fall in together. It looked perfect in her mind.
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Post by Ben London on Dec 14, 2006 7:10:30 GMT -5
Ben jumped slightly as Beni's sudden outburst, and just watched her as she jumped around excitedly. He laughed at her, glad to see a simple 'yes' had made her so ecstatic. Ben just loved to see her happy.
Looking at the piece of the Daily Prophet Beni pulled out, Ben was actually somewhat shocked. He was surprised that he hadn't heard of this place before, or how he missed it in the Prophet today. Still, it looked amazing as his eyes gazed over it, checking the place out. Ben looked up at his girlfriend and smiled. "This is gonna be great," he told her in a whisper, pulling her in close again, "Now I want this year to be over." Ben grinned at her and kissed her again for the millionth time that night. Not that it was a bad thing at all.
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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Dec 14, 2006 19:25:07 GMT -5
"That might just be a swell idea," Beni said and continued with her own jumping until she was caught in a kiss with Ben again. She kept it to a minimum bounce, but happily and eagerly kissed him back with a good amount of tongue.
As they let go, Beni sighed. "I hope what I'm feeling right now is love."
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Post by Ben London on Dec 15, 2006 7:24:49 GMT -5
Ben smiled as he felt Beni's eager kiss, and the generous amount of tongue that went with it. He certainly wasn't complaining. As they broke it off and Beni sighed, Ben did to, but smile at her statement.
"So do I, Beni," he told her with a grin, "but its really OK if you can't say it. I'd rather it be later and when you actually mean it, not just as a reflex because I said it." Ben wanted to reassure her that it really was OK. He saw how much she stuttered and the expression on her face was enough to show him that she really wanted to say it. It was fine. He could wait for her.
"Do you wanna do something later tonight?" he asked her, "I've kinda got an idea..." Ben scratched the back of his head nervously.
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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Dec 15, 2006 16:28:28 GMT -5
None of her boyfriends in the past had the patience to wait for her. It was a sad thought, but she could sometimes tell what was good and bad for her. And one look in Ben's eyes told her that he was just as good for her.
At the sound of an idea, she wiggled her eyebrows and smiled. "An idea, you say? What do you have in mind?"
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Post by Ben London on Dec 17, 2006 0:31:05 GMT -5
Ben grinned mischievously, but waved a finger. "Now, if I tell you, it won't be a surprise, which is what I was intending," he told her, and tapped her on the tip of her nose. Of course it would be pointless to tell Beni what he had planned, as he would rather that it stayed a surprise. At least as long as he could keep it that way.
"So are you free?" he asked, bouncing slightly in anticipation.
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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Dec 17, 2006 8:29:00 GMT -5
Beni laughed, thinking what could be in his head right now. She loved surprises. She also laughed because now they were both sort of bouncing. "For you, I'm always free as bird," she nodded, and moving some hair out of her face.
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