Stolen from Buzz

[sweetsalome]

What Salome Means

You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated. You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want. You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way! You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

Um, yeah, I really don't think so.  How can I be Type A and be laid back and relaxed?  Seriously, I'm fucking pissed off now.  What kind of shit is this?  A bit too serious, really now?  Perfectionist?  Master any skill?  Are these clowns for real?

I know some people would laugh at the fact that it called me well adjusted. 

Once I stop laughing, I'll go back to crushing the weak. 

Comments

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*It took her a moment to hug him, she was just still in shock, still on cloud nine from him saying yes to her. Nodding she rocked back and forth on her heels as she put her hands in the back pockets of her shorts. If she didn't she would start biting her thumb nail, and he didn't like that.*

Yes, okay, it will be a surprise. But do you have tomorrow evening off, well we can do it tomorrow or the day after. It's an evening thing though, oh, and you should dress nice. Oh, do you like the flowers? They were just so beautiful and bright . . .

*All of a sudden she started blinking hard, she was going to cry, oh God Lord. Ducking her head she squeezed her eyes shut.* Yes, water would be good for them.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

I have tomorrow evening free...*And if he hadn't he would have rearranged his schedule just for her anyway. He was suddenly curious about what she had planned, a dress code was involved.* I think I can manage to dress for the occasion. How nice are we talking? Button down shirt and a blazer? Suit and tie?

*He turned to look at her, caught her expression and left the flowers on the counter to come back and hug her again.* Hey...hey, now...what wrong?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Good, that will be perfect, I can make the reservations that day. *Licking her lips she glanced at him and smiled.* A collared shirt and slacks will be fine. There's no need for a tie or a blazer.

*Shaking her head she pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. Stupid, Haokah, God of thunder. Laughing when she was sad, and crying when she was happy.* I'm just really happy right now, Mortie. *While she was, the tears and body language might suggest differently.*

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*He chuckled softly at her emotional behavior. Poor girl. Rubbing her back he pressed kisses to her forehead and temples, rocked her gently in his embrace.* My sweet girl...what am I going to do with you?

*Smiling, he pulled back to look at her face, moved a hand to wipe her tear with his fingertips.* I'm happy too, okay?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Her arms wrapped around him, and she pressed her face against his shirt. Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm herself. She hadn't reacted like this before, but the flowers were so beautiful, and he had said yes to her . . .* I'm not normally like this, Mortie. I didn't mean to cry.

*Sniffling a little she blinked quickly before wiping her cheeks off with her sleeves.* Are you really? I wanted to ask you, and for it to be special.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*He kissed her again, wanting to sooth her.* It's alright. There's nothing wrong with happy tears. *He didn't even care about the flowers at this point, he just wanted her to know it was okay to have feelings. He was hugging her again, holding her.* I tend to think of all the time we spend together as special.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*She managed to actually return the kiss this time, it was salty from her tears.* Nothing wrong, there isn't? Do you cry, Mortie? *Tears were forbidden at the Collins house, where everyone knows big girls don't cry. Her arms wrapped around him and she pressed tightly to him, rubbing his back gently.* Me too, I think about us a lot, and it always makes me so happy.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*He swallowed hard, how was he going to tell her that he had cried...over her.* I do, sometimes. It happens.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Was it because you were happy, or because you were sad? *Sniffling again, she closed her eyes to settle against his chest.* I don't want you to cry because you are sad.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

I've done both, Salome. *He may as well be honest with her.* Frustration, fear, anger...sometimes it just happens.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Lifting her head, she looked at him for a moment before frowning. She hopped that he didn't cry because of her. Leaning up, she kissed his mouth lightly.* I love you, handsome.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

I know. *He wrinkled his nose playfully, the subject matter not particularly something he wanted to dwell on either.* I love you too.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Grinning, she poked at his side and then hugged him again.* Carry me to bed, please! I'm tired.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*He sighed as if this request were just too much, but he stooped down to pick her up anyway. More accurately, he tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of so much fluff*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Falling over his shoulder, she hung down his back, giggling like a crazy woman. Of course, what Mortie didn't realize that was a fatal flaw in his plan. She smacked his ass, not hard, but enough to get his attention.* Giddy-up, Hop-along, Mortie!

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*He bit his lip and turned his head to appraise her own backside as he tightened his hold around her legs with one arm. His free hand, he used to paddle her rear as he carried her down the hall.* I'm not a pony. Or a horse. And I don't hop.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*The paddling only made her giggle more, and soon she was near tears with laughter.* You are the Mortie-horse! You carry me around every where and you look good with a saddle on! *The last one was pure speculation.*