Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in silverage,

“That’s exactly what I meant,” Jaime agreed when he admitted to having a lot of books in his room. She’d figured as much though … him and his books. She stretched her arms above her head before lifting her head and crossing her arms under her head like a pillow.

She hadn’t honestly even considered grocery shopping, and she tried to imagine shopping with him. It was enough to make her almost spasm with repressed laughter. Him, in his coat and his hat, pushing a cart along. Sure, he had to grocery shop like everyone else -- she just couldn’t imagine it.

Moving one hand to cover her mouth, Jaime shook her head. When she’d managed to calm enough to talk without laughing, she lowered her hand. “You know, honestly, I now have hilarious mental images and if we tried to grocery shop together, these images would keep coming up, and I would just start laughing. So in the interest of not embarrassing you, I’ll do my own shopping. At least for a little while.” She paused. “Just … for the sake of my imagination … do you go out in the coat and the hat? Because that’s the image I’ve got, and I just can’t see you doing … normal, domestic things.”