TM 238 - Freudian Slip
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prodigalwatcher238 - Freudian Slip
"This," I remember saying emphatically, "is not a relationship, Lilah."
With a self-satisfied quirk of her lips, Lilah simply shrugged-- a gesture that lost some of its casualness for me, considering here her hand was at that moment and what it was doing. I reacted, and her smile widened as it always did whenever she felt she had "gotten" me. At that moment, I was enjoying having been "got", but I did not waver on my assertion.
"It's not."
Lilah's reply was a placating "If you say so, Wesley." She glanced around at my bedroom, noting how clothing was strewn on every surface and the bed itself where we lay was in shambles. "But it certainly looks like relations to me."
Now I shook my head. "Not the same thing."
"Semantics."
I set my jaw tightly, my stoicism becoming a more and more difficult proposition.
"Fine," Lilah sighed. "I'll make you a bet, then. First one to knowingly and intentionally refer to this as a relationship loses."
"The prize?" I asked, intrigued.
"One dollar."
"You're on," I replied, confident.
Lilah laughed in response. "Good. I'd shake, but... I'd rather not stop."
It was weeks later.
"That was different. So Angel knows about our relationship. Big deal."
"A dollar. You owe me a dollar."
"Oh, damn!"
"You called this a relationship. You lost the bet. You said it first. Sign it first, as proof."
"Proof of what?"
"Of now. Of this."
Lilah had been right.
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"This," I remember saying emphatically, "is not a relationship, Lilah."
With a self-satisfied quirk of her lips, Lilah simply shrugged-- a gesture that lost some of its casualness for me, considering here her hand was at that moment and what it was doing. I reacted, and her smile widened as it always did whenever she felt she had "gotten" me. At that moment, I was enjoying having been "got", but I did not waver on my assertion.
"It's not."
Lilah's reply was a placating "If you say so, Wesley." She glanced around at my bedroom, noting how clothing was strewn on every surface and the bed itself where we lay was in shambles. "But it certainly looks like relations to me."
Now I shook my head. "Not the same thing."
"Semantics."
I set my jaw tightly, my stoicism becoming a more and more difficult proposition.
"Fine," Lilah sighed. "I'll make you a bet, then. First one to knowingly and intentionally refer to this as a relationship loses."
"The prize?" I asked, intrigued.
"One dollar."
"You're on," I replied, confident.
Lilah laughed in response. "Good. I'd shake, but... I'd rather not stop."
It was weeks later.
"That was different. So Angel knows about our relationship. Big deal."
"A dollar. You owe me a dollar."
"Oh, damn!"
"You called this a relationship. You lost the bet. You said it first. Sign it first, as proof."
"Proof of what?"
"Of now. Of this."
Lilah had been right.
(199, not counting direct quotes)
