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Like A Rollercoaster

The wind roars in his ears, and the phrase 'non-stellar black hole' rolls across his mind as they blast along the time-line. It all sounds like human mumbo-jumbo to him. He grips Marnie tighter as the broomstick dips and his stomach lurches; buries his nose in her hair, the scent of which is a welcome change from anything at Gort's house, and is welcome just on general principle.

He would sort of rather she was the one with her arms wrapped around his waist, but she is flying the darned thing.

He's aware that she likes this: seeing the tough guy...tough goblin (even if he's long since grown out of being the town's local punk)...scared of something she isn't afraid of. It doesn't cross his mind that she might have even less wholesome intentions.

This is how the teen witch flirts: she puts the boys on the back of her broom and drives like crazy.

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onceapotato
Jul. 25th, 2007 10:08 pm (UTC)
Marnie, if she ever knew he felt this way, would completely and utterly deny the validity of it.

It doesn't make it less true, but she would deny it.
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