Active
She certainly was active; there was no doubt in his mind about that. If their first meeting had been any indication, then it was no surprise that her exercise routine was so rigorous.
Every day Atlanta would wake up at the crack of dawn and begin her dance with the pavement; every afternoon she would eagerly accept the challenge of the weight room; and every night she would sleep soundly. Her hair tussled loosely around her face. Her breath slow, steady and warm. Her body still, but firm and—
Wow...
Archie never knew that he possessed such an active imagination.
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Note: Oh dear, our poor little Archibald. I must admit, these drabbles are hard to write. Because though I find it great that they're so short and easy to come up with, the fact that I have to –evolve- (hence title) their relationship... OH WELL. Thank you so, so much for the feedback! Demenior, ~~LoNeLy sOuL~~, Archie-And-Atlanta 4 ever, rubies'n'diamonds, Anya=Paradox, .., you are all UBER fabulous. Uber. I'll be updating this every day :), but now I am off to school... DD:... hooray?—Nuuoa