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6/20/2016 10:31:44 PM
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The ships were odd, very odd. They seemed like they had been built through patchwork, in a geometry that made no sense. How they held together, a complete mystery. There were five of them, and they were assaulting a space station that was clearly unable to defend itself, since it had fires spread through some parts of it.
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"Test what? My food?" He raises an eyebrow.
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"How do I know that you haven't poisoned it?"
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"You think I would poison you? Goodness, I know my cooking isn't the best but jeez... I thought you trusted me more than that..." He takes his fork, hovers it above her plate, stabs it into a chicken strip, wraps it in some noodles then eats it, all the while never breaking eye contact with her. He slowly chews it, then swallows. "Proof enough?"
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[i]Drew started into Derrick's eyes and bursts out in laughter moments later. She tries to hold it in, but fails miserably. There isn't any harm in a little joke.[/i] "Yeah I'm convinced. Does it taste good?"
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"See for yourself."
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[i]Drew grabbed her fork and spinned a mouthful of spaghetti. As she took it all in one bite, slurping up the last bit, it filled her mouth. She looked just as a chipmunk as she ate. After careful chewing and swallowing, she smiles at Derrick as she wiped off the sauce with her sleeve.[/i] "Even if this was poisoned, it's really, reeeaaally good."
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He gave her a light smile. "Glad you like it." He began eating from his own plate, the candle flames dancing softly in front of them.
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[i]Drew kept eating with gusto. From the small bits of sauce around her mouth and a quarter of the food already eaten, it was safe to say she enjoyed the food. She took a brief pause and once again cleaned her mouth with a napkin this time.[/i] "How did you learn how to cook this? It's sooooo good you have to teach me!"
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His smile widened. "It's self taught. With the help of some... experimenting. Well, lots of experimenting." He kept eating, getting about halfway through.
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[i]As time passed and the couple finished their meals, Drew leaned back in her seat with a bloated feeling in her stomach.[/i] "Ooooohhhhh my god..."
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"Ah..." He sits back. "Glad you enjoyed that meal... but it's not the last piece on the course, love. Up next, massages..."
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[i]Drew looked at Derrick with a squint. Maybe she misheard him.[/i] "Massages?"
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"Well, it depenss on your preferences. Foot massage, back massage, shoulder massage, you know. Any." He smiles. "I'm rrally good at them, naturally. I always was."
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"How about..." [i]Drew paused, and a grin formed in her face and her eyes became even more squinted than before.[/i] "...all three?"
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"Certainly. If you want... I can give you the whole package. Top to bottom massages. Without exceptions."
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"Oh I want this. I reeeeaaaally want it."
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"Then you shall, dear..." He smirks, getting up. [spoiler]I feel we should perhaps move this to PM, as Derrick is going to massage her rather private regions as well.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]hoo boy[/spoiler]
