A/N: Last night
I sat down with the intention of writing some serious stuff about
Wilson. Well, all that came out was this. Nothing serious at all.
Just fluff. Maybe I shouldn't have listened to fluffy love-songs.
(I love the word 'fluff'! fluff fluff fluff)
Dialogue only.
It's up to you who says what... :-)
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„Say it again."
„No!"
Oh, come on. You know you want to."
„No!"
„Alright, then I'll say it - I love you."
„Shut up!"
„Make me. - I love you."
„No!"
„Why not? Are you afraid of me? - I love you."
„No!"
„Yes you are. Or you'd make me. - I love you."
„You're pathetic."
„You're pathetic. Such a big guy and can't even say three little words. Or shut up his boyfriend. - I love you."
„Drop it. This is my last warning."
„Ha! Or what? What are you gonna do? - I love you."
„You're asking for it."
„Do I, now? - I love... ymmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh"
„I love you."
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