need...coffee! elizabeth!

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If you were looking for Dominic, you wouldn't be surprised to find him exactly where he was. Even though it was the height of the summer heat, even though it was hot and stuffy inside of all the houses and people were practically walking around in their underwear to keep cool, Dominic was piled under a thick blanket. It was all crumpled and covered him entirely! Well, almost. His feet were sticking off the end of the make-shift mattress that he was sleeping on.

Dominic didn't snore and he didn't breathe heavily when he was sleeping. It was the one time that he actually looked innocent. Peaceful, even. Or rather, hilarious to look at. The blankets stirred, which gave a signal that he hadn't suffocated himself under the heap. But he didn't make a sound. Instead, he had just twitched in his sleep, barely stirring as he continued to sleep.

The previous night, Dominic had arrived at Elizabeth's house. It was typical for the two to make last minute arrangements. They had watched t.v., just hanging out and talking about whatever had happened that day and the day before. Talking in abundance was normal for them, and all through the movies and sitcoms Dominic had been making crude jokes, setting himself up for a smack here and there. But there had been plenty of laughs, which made up for his twisted sense of humour at times.

Earlier that day Dominic had been lolling around his parents apartment, passing the time by sending texts back and forth to a couple of people. Mainly a few girls he'd met at a party a few nights before, but thats besides the point. It was the weekend and both his parents were home, but as soon as the two walked into the same room together there was an immediate air of tension in the room. They would argue out of the blue about the silliest things. Why wasn't this in its place, why are you looking at me like that, why did you put that there. You know, like they were just looking for a fight. Dominic would usually think it was hilarious if they hadn't such stormy expressions.

Dominic wished that his parents would separate and just make themselves happy. They were kidding themselves when they said they liked to live with each other. They didn't like it and Dominic saw it. He just didn't know how hard it would hit him when they would eventually go through with it - if they ever went through with it. So, to escape all of the tension, he'd left the house just as they burst into one hell of an argument. He didn't want to be around for it. Dominic didn't want to hear all of the accusations. Each one felt like a punch in his own gut. He couldn't stand it for the life of him.

Now, he was sleeping on a make-shift mattress on Elizabeth's floor in just his boxers. His jeans were strewn across the blanket and his shirt was god knows where. They had been pretty tired turning in, so he'd just practically stripped then and there whilst she changed and climbed into bed. Before Elizabeth had gotten out of the bathroom, Dominic was fast asleep. And now here comes the fun part. Dominic was not a morning person in any way. Unless you called the Grinch a morning kind of person. He was grouchy and often walked into things, put the sugar in the fridge and the milk in the pantry. It was just the way of this typical teenage guy. As for Elizabeth? Well...

[mikey]

a loud miaw, and then the wet feeling of a tongue against elizabeth delicate cheek, woke the young seventeen year old from her deep slumber. another loud miaw and then elizabeth felt something pretty heavy hit her stomach, which was totally exposed as she'd kicked her sheets off of her and the shirt she'd put on had crumbled up her petite frame. "ugh!

[/color] elizabeth exclaimed, pulling her knees up to her stomach and resting her hand on it as well, as she turned around to her side and pushed the cat away from her. "superwoman, get the fuck away from me,"[/color] she muttered sleepily, trying to fall asleep again. it didn't seem like the kitty would let her - whenever superwoman finally had made it her goal to get elizabeth to play with her she wouldn't give up. she was about as stubborn as elizabeth was. so it wasn't much longer after the first attempt of waking her up before she made a second attempt - however, this time she was actually using her mind and being clever. what would surely wake up elizabeth? pain.

"ow!"[/color] she breathed, covering her ear with her hand, as she turned to look at the kitten who'd occupied her pillow. elizabeth furrowed her brows and frowned, as she saw the green, curious and playful, eyes stare straight into hers "i was sleeping,"[/color] she whispered, trying to look at her cat as if she was truly mad. superwoman just returned a stupid look and miaw'ed again. "and we have company, a person who's very groggy in the mornings.. don't wanna wake him up now, do you?"[/color] she asked, and then received a lick on the tip of her nose. she furrowed her brows and pushed the cat away "sometimes i really hate you, superwoman,"[/color] she muttered.

after she'd collected herself, she sat up and pulled her shirt down her flat stomach. a smile grew on her face, as her eyes caught on the sleeping dominic, down on the mattress beside her bed. it truly was comic to look at, seeing him all covered up and with only head and feet sticking out from the sheets. cute though, very cute, she had to admit. dominic was one of the funniest and cutest people in this world, at least elizabeth thought so, even though he had the darkest humor ever and was probably only cute when he slept. she still loved that guy.. as a friend of course, god - she couldn't feel other feelings for him.. they'd been friends since they were five. she couldn't feel other feelings for him, could she?

just then, as she'd finished admiring the sleeping boy on the mattress, superwoman came and cuddled up in her arms. elizabeth giggled softly, scooting her cat up in her arms and cradled her like a baby "he's a funny one, isn't he?"[/color] she asked, nodding toward dominic. "be quiet though, you won't like it when he wakes,"[/color] she whispered, pressing her nose against superwomans own wet nose "cutie,"[/color] she sat superwoman down on the bad and crawled out, exposing the tight shorts she was wearing as her pj.

she made sure not to hit dominic, as she stepped over him, and made her way, as quiet as possible, over to her drawer. however, just as she'd pulled out some clothes and had turned around, superwoman made a jump from the bed and down on dominic. "superwoman!"[/color] - to late to warn her though, she'd already jumped down on dominic's stomach and had now also taken full speed out of the room. told you she was a clever kitty. elizabeth stood a while and just stared out the door, when superwoman appeared again she couldn't help a laugh and then turned to look at dominic. you had to admit that, that looked comical.

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Dominic had heard the faint sound of miawing in the room but had barely been conscious when he heard it. His mouth had been hanging open in the most unattractive way and sleepily, he closed his mouth and dozed off again, but his mouth shot back open as soon as his head relaxed into the comfort of his pillow. Dominic had a habit of talking in his sleep, and Elizabeth had been there for some of the most hilarious things he had ever said. Once there had been a group of them all spread out in James' living room when Sam, unashamedly, farted in the middle of the movie. Dominic had been fast asleep but when that happened, he turned over, practically cuddling into poor Elizabeth and telling her to "say no to asparagus".

So what was he saying now?

Uh uh.

He grunted, when Elizabeth was speaking to Superwoman about waking him up. Or at least not wanting to wake him up. Then he was muttering something about...

I'd love dinner.

Dominic turned himself over so that he was lying on his back. The blanket had been pulled over, exposing one of his legs which was sprawled out across the bed, whilst his arms were in every direction. He wasn't even aware of Elizabeth walking around him. He was well and truly lost to whatever dream he was having. And then....BAM.

Fucking hell!

Dominic shot straight up, immediately feeling the burn of Superwoman's claws that had sprung out following his yelp of surprise. Dominic was sitting up straight with wide eyes and hair that could put Einstein static hairdo to shame. As soon as Superwoman had shot out of the room he collapsed back onto the mattress, letting out an exasperated sigh. His hands went up to his face and he groaned.

I love cats. I love cats.

He muttered to himself before removing his hands from his face and looking up at the ceiling. But instead of seeing the ceiling, he caught sight of Elizabeth's face through his blurry vision.

Dressed for work?

He asked, sounding groggy and not at all perky. Dominic had been commenting on her tight shorts and even though he had tried to joke, it was far, far too early to be up. At least in his mind. And Dominic didn't even know the time. What he did know was that even if he played the groggy, grumpy old fart around Elizabeth, it genuinely made him happy to see her face first thing in the morning. He loved his best friend, but no one had ever really made him think of her in another way. Sure, there had been one or two comments, but the thought had never stuck. He had known Elizabeth since she was five years old. He adored her. They did everything together. Except, well, bathroom breaks, if you want to get personal.

[mikey]

elizabeth was still giggling like the little girl she was, her eyes flickering from the animal in the doorway to the groggy male teenager on the mattress beside her bed. in the end though her eyes came to stay on the boy, who she knew as dominic and as her best friend. "shh! dominic, nate is still sleeping!"

[/color] she hushed her friend, still giggling away. if anyway had to be quiet it was her and superwoman, who was now miawing away in the the doorways, asking for her attention. "besides, i don't like you using foul language like that,"[/color] she muttered, simply teasing around with him. she didn't mind him using foul words, she'd used them herself just a minute ago when superwoman had done the same to her.

she watched him sit up, admired his hair for a moment - had she not known better, she would've thought that he'd had a girl over and.. well. done the naughty, in her bedroom. his hair looked more like sex hair then morning hair.

elizabeth, who'd finally stopped giggling, smiled gently as he collapsed back unto the mattress and groaned. she wouldn't say that she felt sorry for him, for being waked up like this, because he'd eventually have to wake up and it was getting pretty late, if she had to say so herself. she was more sorry for herself - why? because the guy was so freakishly groggy in the morning. you would have a very hard time enjoying your morning with him around, simply because it just wasn't enjoyable to have that attitude hit you right in the face just as you woke up. she still loved him though, regardless to him just ruining her mornings.

"i'm sure you do, especially superwoman 'cuz she's such a cutie,"[/color] she said, walking over to push superwoman out and close the door.

looking down at her attires, she shrugged "i just figured that you wouldn't want to see me half naked, so i dressed up somewhat decently,"[/color] she said, crossing her arms as she studied his frame, which mostly was covered under the sheets. a smile then suddenly lit up her face, as she made her way to the mattress and sat down on his stomach. leaning down, she weaved her fingers into his messy hair and crinkled her nose "pretty,"[/color] she joked, smiling at him, and then gave him a light pat on his cheek "wake up, grumpy,"[/color] she teased, giggling lightly again, before she removed herself from his stomach and hopped up on her bed.[/blockquote][/size]

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Someones lucky.

He'd commented, hearing Elizabeth's efforts to keep him quiet. From somewhere else in the house Dominic heard shuffling feet, a few clanks and this that. It was probably Elizabeth's parents. Dominic gave Elizabeth a dirty look when she said she didn't like hearing "foul language like that". He mumbled something under his breath about hating mornings, then watched as she closed the door. He rubbed his eyes, which were always slightly clouded in the mornings.

Superwoman is like Satan all mooshed up in fur.

Dominic had his hands in the air, looking as if he was squishing some round object in his hands. Then he dropped his hands by his sides, watching Elizabeth as she came nearer.

You slept in the nuuuude?

Dominic was joking with her, but like I said, he didn't always have the best sense of humour. He had used a cartoon-like voice when exaggerating on the word "nude" but Elizabeth certainly got her own back.

Oof!

He complained as Elizabeth sat on his stomach, messing around with his hair. Before he knew it she was patting his cheek and perching herself up on her bed. Dominic groaned, sitting up again and rubbing his stomach. The blanket fell off of him, revealing his bare chest. Scratching his head and worsening the state of his hair, Dominic eyed Elizabeth sleepily. Then he stood up, boxers and all (it was very little actually).

Nope. Time for bed.

With that, Dominic collapsed on top of his best friend, pretending to snore and acting like a dead weight although he didn't really try to squish her. He acted more like a big brother sometimes then a best friend. Eventually Dominic laughed, holding himself up with his hands on either side of Elizabeth's shoulder, grinning down at her. He was surprisingly awake compared to how he usually acted. He looked down at Elizabeth's face, not at all realizing how this would look if someone walked in on them.

Feeling ticklish, Elizabeth, dear?

And then he smiled that lopsided, cheeky smile. The one that meant trouble. Lots and lots of trouble.

[mikey]

elizabeth rolled her eyes and shook her head at his stupid, immature, comment "come on, dom. mornings with me can't be that bad,"

[/color] she joked, attempting to make him feel bad. she wasn't all to sure if it would work.. actually, she was almost one hundred percent sure it wouldn't work. at all; dominic just wasn't that kind of person who had guilty feelings. about anything, really. expect for maybe once or twice, but she couldn't really recall anytime he'd felt guilty right now. it was morning, for gods sake, wasn't like elizabeth had woken up completely herself - she was also a human, she usually needed her own half an hour before she could function normally.

furrowing her brows, she turned around to look at him. "oh, she is not. she's just a little spunky - and a morning kitty?"[/color] she flashed him an innocent smile and then giggled lightly, flashing the door a quick glance as she heard a faint miaw from the other side. shaking her head, she turned to dominic, as she made her way over to him.

"oh shut up, you're such an ass sometimes!"[/color] she muttered, as he tried to be funny with his stupid joke of her sleeping nude "i'm not like the girls you sleep with,"[/color] she teased, crushing him under her weight as she sat down on his stomach. his complain made her frown, though she was soon smiling again "stop complaining, deal with the fact that i'm fat,"[/color] she said, making herself comfortable on his stomach.

she removed herself from on top of him, and climbed up on her bed again. just as she'd made herself comfortable, dominic sat up and the sheets were pushed off of him. she giggled, eying him closely, as he sat there with his upper body exposed "wow, dom, when did you get so sexy?"[/color] she asked, simply joking around with him.

before she could register what was going on, she was being squished under his snoring frame. "oh my fuck! dominic, you're heavy!"[/color] she complained, though giggling. he then propped himself up on his arms and she was allowed oxygen again. overreacting, for the fun of it, she filled her lungs and then breathed out. "jesus christ, dominic, how much do you weigh? a ton?"[/color] she asked, crinkling her nose, as she stared up at his face.

her eyes widened at his smile "oh no.. oh no, dominic, don't you dare!"[/color] she hurried, already laughing. he knew that she was ticklish, and he used it to his advantage all the time, it wasn't even funny.[/blockquote][/size]

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They are that bad, he was thinking. Even though Dominic heard the meowing from the other side of the door, he seemed to feel no compassion for the cat he called "Satan's fur ball". He just looked away and back up at Elizabeth, his vision clearing up as he seemed to waken a bit from his grogginess, but not by much.

Ha. Ha. I'm laughing. Ha. Ha.

Morning kitty his butt. But Dominic still managed some kind of smile, rubbing his eyes again. He didn't even try to tame his hair. What he needed was a comb to get rid of his "naughty hair". Dominic's eyes widened at her comment, but they were filled with amusement and he got in a laugh and something to say before she sat on him. Sort of.

But if you...oof!

She's sat on his stomach but he was so used to her just plomping herself onto him that he didn't mind that much. He just liked to get the reaction out of her, although he did have those rare occasions where he actually felt guilty for doing it. If he took it too far then he'd have to pay for it, and Dominic knew damn well not too take it too far with Elizabeth. He had the bruises to prove he'd learnt his lesson.

Fat? No. Off the scales obese? Yes.

Then Elizabeth was sitting on her bed again, giggling like she usually would when she was just joking around. At her comment he struck a pose body builders would.

Think Adonis.

Now it was the fun part. Dominic was lying on top of her, listening to her ranting whilst peacefully "snoring" to his hearts content. He propped himself up onto his arms, looking down at the face of a girl he'd watched grow for how many years of their lives? About thirteen years at this point. He trusted her with every fibre of his being because they knew each other inside out, despite all the changes and the hormones and all that jazz.

Dominic didn't answer her question about how much he weighed, feeling that he should rather keep that comment to himself. He was wearing his lopsided smile, asking Elizabeth, dear, if she was ticklish. He laughed at her reaction, his hand reaching down to her waist to one of the most sensitive spots for a ticklish person. Dominic didn't have a broad frame but he was big enough to hold her down, pinning her to the bed whilst he tickled her without mercy. Being in the second football team, you might think he'd have some advantage over Lizzie.

Ha! I've got you now!

[mikey]

she rolled her eyes at him, and at the sarcasm in his voice as he spoke. sometimes she really disliked mornings with him, because he could seriously bring you down. she knew that she just had to give him some time though, he would be good in a couple of minutes.. or hours. anyway, the point was that he would be good and she just had to suffer a few more minutes - it was all worth it, at least it was for elizabeth, because she loved dominic's company. he was always so much fun to be around, when he wasn't groggy of course, as you could probably figure out. "come on, be nice to my cat. next to you, she's my best friend,"

[/color] she giggled, trying to keep in a light mood, though he was getting slightly on her nerves with his sarcasm and his dislike toward superwoman.

"but if i what?"[/color] she asked, being curious as always, as she sat down on his stomach and moved her hand through his hair, attempting to comb it with her fingers but without having any luck. just as she gave up, he commented on her weight - of course only joking, as always "you're so evil, have i ever told you that?"[/color] she asked, sticking her tongue out, before she moved away from him and moved unto her cozy bed.

elizabeth giggled at his pose, shaking her head and rocking back and forth on the bed. "not that sexy, dominic, babe,"[/color] she said giggling, joking around with him again.

she was laughing at the top of her lungs now, even though he wasn't even tickling her yet. he was just being funny, like he always was, you couldn't not laugh when he was around, it was just impossible. she pinched his cheeks and clenched her jaw, still smiling the best she could "i love you! you annoying, big, sarcastic, freak!"[/color] she grinned, releasing her jaw and his cheeks as she began laughing again. only he could make her laugh like that, and that was why she loved him so much. as mentioned - they did know each other from the inside and out, he was the only person she trusted one hundred percent.

his hand was suddenly around her waist, tickling her, and her laughter became even more hysteric and louder - though she was really trying to keep it down, not wanting the youngest of her three older brother to walk in right now.. or her father. trying to shake him off, she tossed and turned beneath his grip "dominc, stop!"[/color] she cried out, nearly out of breath "no fair! stop! it tickles!"[/color] she laughed, pressing her eyes together and letting a single tear run down her cheek - tear of laughter, obviously. [/blockquote][/size]

[[r]awr!]

So, all in the space of only a few minutes, Dominic had been called evil, the opposite of sexy and a big annoying, sarcastic freak.

Jesus, Lizzie. Where's the love this morning?

Dominic was tickling her, his fingers crawling over her waist sneakily, just going for the soft spots that would make her writhe. Being a guy, he just couldn't get it through his head that he might actually be a pain in the ass. Might - in his head. Dominic was grinning, although lets be honest, he wasn't totally awake just yet. Sure, he was running around after Elizabeth torturing the hell out of her, but he might as well have been sleepwalking.

Its supposed to tickle!

He laughed, finally giving in to his own laughter and rolling onto his back beside her, his hands on his stomach as he laughed. Dominic eventually collected himself together, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands over his cheeks.

You pinch cheeks like my gran.

Then he looked down at himself, finally seeming to realize that all he was wearing was a pair of boxers. So he bent over, still sitting on the bed and lifted the blanket that was covering the open space between the bed and the floor.

My clothes have gone awol.

Dominic sat up, turning around a bit to look at Elizabeth, scratching his head again and looking around her room. He didn't know if Elizabeth's parents trusted him sleeping in the same room as her, especially if she had told them about his antics over the years. Renting motel rooms with the money he earned at the club working as a bartender, even slipping into a spare room at house parties. He was a whore - flat out.

[mikey]

pointing a finger at him, she furrowed her brows and attempted and angry look with him "you be nice to me and then i'll show you some love,"

[/color] she then flashed him a grin and pet his cheeks gently with palms of her hands. and then he started tickling her.

"it's not fair! you're killing me!"[/color] she laughed, not meaning literally kill-kill, obviously, but like.. well, just that it was really tickling, to the point where she felt like she couldn't handle it anymore. yes, elizabeth was very ticklish, dominic knew that and he was using it against her. everyone did - her brothers used to do it as well, when she was younger. it was annoying, though at times like these it could be fun. a little.

when he finally moved away from her, she pulled herself up, to sit up straight, and wiped the tears away from the corner of her eyes "jesus, dominic, you made me fucking cry!"[/color] she cried out, giggling away as she spoke.

she smiled, sticking her tongue out at him "funny,"[/color] she said, rolling her eyes at him with a grin on her lips. no, she wasn't mad. why would she?, he was just being the stupid self he always was.

she followed his lead and looked around the room for his clothes "you just pray that nate, or my dad, haven't been in here and stolen them."[/color] she joked, rolling down from her bed and unto the mattress, to look under her bed "i found them, stripper!"[/color] she called out to him and then made her way under the bed to collect them. yes, he was a whore and she was the exact opposite.. she was still a fucking virgin.

"fuck, spider!"[/color] she cried out and with the clothes in her hand she tried to get out from under the bed, "get me fucking out of here, dominic! big ass spider!"[/color][/blockquote][/size]

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You pinched my cheeks. We're even.

Dominic laughed, watching as she wiped the tears away from her eyes before he started the search party for his clothes. He hadn't a clue. Dominic could hardly remember falling asleep the previous night - which was just a foggy memory in his head.

Aaagh.

He complained, lifting the mattress.

Nate wearing my pants? Lets not get wierd here.

Dominic wiggled his eyebrows, although he didn't think Elizabeth had seen. Dominic's head shot up when Elizabeth said that she'd found his clothes.

Being a stripper has its disadvantages.

He scowled, but his face broke out into a grin as he walked around the bed to get to where Elizabeth had disappeared. His head was inclined as he stood there, watching her wriggle her ass as she tried to get under the bed. His grin turned to laughter, which he suppressed by putting his hand over his mouth. He wouldn't annoy her too much. He didn't want to be around a grumpy Lizzie for the rest of the day. If she'd let him stay after all the sarcasm. Dominic jumped when Elizabeth cried out, catching himself before he tripped over something else that was on the floor. He turned to look at what it was. Were those...pink, bunny slippers? Elizabeth shouted out again and this time Dominic payed attention.

Oh, right, shit! Where's the bug spray...

Dominic grabbed her by the waist, pulling Lizzie out from under the bed and trying once again to suppress his laughing. The bug phobia - in his world, all girls had that one. Then he eyed the spider as it crawled out from under the bed too. His mouth shot open.

That!

He pointed, looking at her.

That's not even big!

He knelt down to the spider, somehow shuffling it onto his hand. But before he knew it, it had crawled up his arm and around his back.

Oh fuck! Where'd the little bastard go?

There was suddenly some knocking at the door.

"Dominic! Language!"

He winced.

Sorry!

[mikey]

"nate wearing your pants is not as weird as my dad wearing your pants,"

[/color] she commented, before she went under the bed, where she would usually never dare to crawl down under - you could thank watching to many horror movies for that. and dominic, for making her watch them.

"i swear that i'll make you sterile, if you dare look at my ass and laugh,"[/color] she said, she knew him and she knew that he wouldn't be able to not laugh at watching her ass wiggle like that. it would just be so typical of dominic to do something like that, and he was going to get smacked if he actually dared to laugh.

"fuck!"[/color] she shouted, kicking her legs in hysterics "domi-"[/color] her words were cut off, when dominic got his big ass over to her and pulled her out from under the bed. she quickly scrambled to her feet and stepped behind his masculine frame, hiding her face against his back.

"just kill it, already!"[/color] she complained, covering up her face when he knelt down to the spider - hopefully to kill it.

"what?!"[/color] she cried out, her eyes going wide, as she removed her hands from her face "you lost it?"[/color] she asked.

she winced as well and turned quickly toward the door. she sighed when she realized it was her mother "there's a spider in my room, mommy!"[/color] she complained, but her mother had clearly already disappeared, probably into the kitchen. turning toward dominic, she flashed him a quick smile and then chuckled "i told you to keep it down,"[/color] she teased, knowing that she had been even louder then him. actually.. she didn't quite know why her mother had commented on dominic's foul language when elizabeth also had spoken like that. maybe her parents were getting a little stressed out about the situation of him sleeping in her room.

"where'd the spider go? did you kill it?"[/color] [/blockquote][/size]

[[r]awr!]

Ah come on. Leave them out of this!

Sterile? Dominic? He had to shudder just thinking about it.

What? No. I'm not killing it.

By that stage Dominic had somehow "lost" the spider, although out of nowhere he could suddenly feel it tickling his back as its tiny legs crawled over his skin. He was trying to see over his shoulder, turning in one or two circles as he tried to catch sight of it.

The bugger just ran up my arm.

He'd just been slammed by Elizabeth's mother for swearing when Elizabeth spoke. He just had to laugh.

Oh? My language?

His voice was husky and forgetting about the spider for a moment, Dominic rubbed his eyes again. Damn. He needed some coffee. And A.S.A.P. He yawned, covering his mouth and eyeing Elizabeth.

Kill what?

He asked, his head inclined to the side when out of the blue his eyes widened. He jumped up, practically yelping and hitting his own ass with his hands.

Its in my bloody pants! Its in my bloody pants!

Dominic repeated himself, his voice ending with a high pitch as he yelped.

Hey, no!

Dominic cupped his hands over his ahem, so tempted to laugh but totally unable to control his look of sheer horror. He looked up at Elizabeth, practically scowling at her, thinking where could the little bugger have gone? Where was it now? And why was her spider crawling over him? He shook his leg and the spider dropped onto the floor, running around until Dominic coaxed it onto a piece of paper. He ran quickly towards the window, opening it and tossing the spider out into the garden. Before he closed the window, he was spotted by an old man walking on the pavement in front of the house. The old man gave him the thumbs up and Dominic eyed him, sort of waving then backing out of the window, hitting his head on the pane. It began - his morning clumsiness.

Dominic muttered profanities under his breath then shut the window, rubbing his head and looking at Elizabeth with his "naughty hair" that looked even worse at this point.

See. Killing isn't the answer.

He poked her just below the collar bone with his index finger, tsking his tongue.

[mikey]

though this was a very scary situation, i mean there was a spider on the lose in her room, elizabeth couldn't help but giggle lightly at dominic. you couldn't not laugh at him, he was just being silly. she was still slightly freaked out though and it soon hit her again that she had a spider in the room - and a big one, she thought.

"it's on you?!"

[/color] she asked in disgust, crinkling her nose, as she covered up her mouth and nose. "oh my god, iuw!"[/color] she squealed, shaking her head in disgust. she didn't get why he wasn't totally freaking out, but she guessed guys just didn't freak out about things like these. especially not dominic. it was a girls thing.

he went black for a while and while he just stood there and stared blankly at her she stared back at him, trying to catch his attention through facial expressions and eye-contact. it wasn't until she spoke though that there was created a connection between them and she sighed "kill the fucking spider!"[/color] she snapped at him, widening her eyes "you're totally gone, are you still sleeping?"[/color] she asked, grinning lightly.

she burst into laughter, not helping herself, as he suddenly started to spank himself and what not. it was disgusting and she was freaked out about the fact that the spider was crawling in his pants, but it was so comical she just couldn't help but laugh. you would've too if you'd seen it.

"oh my god, dominic!"[/color] she laughed, resting her hand against her stomach as she giggled away. she swore, she'd die from to much laughter.

rolling her eyes, she pushed his hand away when he poked her "don't poke me,"[/color] she smiled, returning a poke "get dressed, then we can go make some coffee,"[/color][/blockquote][/size]

[[r]awr!]

So far it had been a pretty eventful morning, and although Dominic had started out a bit groggy and grumpy, being with Elizabeth had cheered him up. And what with all the extra excitement, he seemed to have been forced out of his zombie trance and woken up a bit. A bit. Now, after shaking the spider off of himself and chucking it out the window, he still managed a yawn. Dominic grinned when Elizabeth knocked his hand away. When Elizabeth returned the poke he put his hand over it, gasping dramatically.

Vicious.

He side stepped but the act didn't go down very gracefully because he tripped over his own pants.

Yes ma'am.

He mocked saluted Elizabeth, although he was half bent over to pick up his clothes. They were pretty creased, but it wasn't like Dominic gave a crap about it in any case. He pulled on his jeans, with the belt still hooked through the loops. He did up the buckle and when he picked up his shirt, he turned it inside and out, trying to 'untangle' it.

Its like that damn cube thing.

A Rubix cube, Dominic, not cube thing. Once he figured out the mess he pulled his shirt over his head.

Speaking of getting dressed.

Dominic looked Elizabeth up and down, raising his eyebrows and whistling, grinning broadly even though his eyes weren't quite as bright. His eyes were a dull blue and his smile failed to reach his eyes sometimes, only showing how his eyelids drooped. Running a hand through his hair, Dominic walked to Elizabeth's dressing table, bending over and eyeing his image in the mirror.

Ready yet?

He asked, straightening up and stretching.