This update is really fast and really early because I'm going camping today with my youth group. Pray for my survival.
[disclaimer goes here]
O-o-O
day two: accusation
"Connor Eugene Stoll, you get back here right now!"
He ran faster.
"Connor! I swear, if you don't give me back my dagger I'll"—
Before Piper could finish threatening him, the ground was flying at his face instead of under his feet, and he hit the dirt with a grunt. When he looked up, little Lacy was clapping her hands over her mouth, squealing, "Oh my gods, I'm sorry! I got dirt all over your clothes!"
"You—you tripped me!" he yelled. "And you're worried about dirt?"
"Well," she said, sounding matter-of-fact, "you took Piper's knife and you should give it back, but I didn't mean to ruin your outfit!"
Before Lacy could start dusting him off and offering him makeovers, Piper tackled him.
How in the name of Hermes are those two related? he wondered as Piper drove a fist into his stomach, screaming, "You no-good, filthy rotten jerk, I swear I'm going to gut you like a fish if you don't give me my knife this second"—
He did the only thing that might possibly save his life at this point. He put his hands on her face, pulled her down and kissed her. Lacy started clapping, screeching, and Piper gave a startled squeak before she started to kiss him back, with more force than he knew she was capable of.
He shivered as her fingers trailed down his sides, thumbs hooking the belt loops of his jeans, and then her hand fingered his waistband and—
Shit, she had her knife back.
"You're still a dead man, Stoll," she whispered against his mouth, and rolled off him. It gave him just a teeny amount of satisfaction that she was panting as she said, "You get a ten second head start."
He reached over, kissed her cheek, and bolted.
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Expect a late update tomorrow, because once I get back from camping I have to work. So yeah.
And don't you just love these two?
