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neuroscienced) wrote2012-06-04 11:36 pm
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Tonight? Tonight was going to be a special kind of night.
It had started fairly typical, what with the working late; Priya and Tony offered to take Allie for the night, just to help out (and because Priya had some pretty correct suspicions based on the way Bennett had reacted that morning when asked if they had any exciting plans for the night) and by the time Topher and Bennett got home, it was seeming like maybe it would wind up more "cuddle and then crash while watching sci fi" than anything else.
Bennett had other things in mind, though. Things that began with "okay, wait in the other room for ten minutes and then you can come in." Things that she was intentionally being as coy as possible about. Things that she really hoped wouldn't be ridiculous.
It had started fairly typical, what with the working late; Priya and Tony offered to take Allie for the night, just to help out (and because Priya had some pretty correct suspicions based on the way Bennett had reacted that morning when asked if they had any exciting plans for the night) and by the time Topher and Bennett got home, it was seeming like maybe it would wind up more "cuddle and then crash while watching sci fi" than anything else.
Bennett had other things in mind, though. Things that began with "okay, wait in the other room for ten minutes and then you can come in." Things that she was intentionally being as coy as possible about. Things that she really hoped wouldn't be ridiculous.
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Being unable to keep himself sitting still, Topher went in the kitchen to put the dishes in the dishwasher away. A simple task that Bennett would be happy he actually did without her having to leave a note or nudge him into. That lasted oh, like five minutes so then he paced back and forth for a minute or so, obsessively checking his watch. Longest. Ten. Minutes. Ever.
With a groan, he falls back on the couch and just stares at the ceiling for a while. The ceiling is uh, kind of interesting? Maybe? Not really. So he goes back into the kitchen and steals a brownie because hey, munching is a perfectly valid way to spend the remaining two minutes. Once he's done with the glass of milk to wash it down, he heads back to their bedroom. He knocks on the door.
"Am I allowed to come in yet?" Yeah, it probably sounds like he's whining. He's not exactly patient.
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the thread of eternal heartbreak is easier to write than porn, okay. ;A;
sometimes you say things like that and I am reminded of what ridiculous nerdy overachievers we are.
it's not overachieving. it's being fucking awesome
pretty much that.
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I AM CAPABLE OF DOING THINGS OTHER THAN WORKING ON STRIATUM, LOOK AT ME
LOOK AT YOU BB YOU ARE A STAR
LET'S JUST PRETEND THIS ISN'T A MONTH LATE.
PSSHHH YOU KNOW IT'S FINE.
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