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Post by Amber Jacobs on Sept 7, 2015 1:18:14 GMT
"I don't know why I get so worked out over moving, it's never really that hard," Amber said as she flipped the page in a magazine she had open on the kitchen counter.
Cassidy lifted an eyebrow up at her boss. "Maybe because I'm the one that moves your things," she asked before shaking her head and folding down the last of the boxes. "You really didn't come with much though, so it could be worse. I'm going to take all of the boxes to the curb, then I can come back and help you get everything organized."
"Take the rest of the weekend, Cassidy," Amber said with a nod. "I can put my clothes away, contrary to what most people think I'm remarkable self-sufficient."
"That's right, boss. You even call and order your own breakfast for me to pick up in the morning."
"And I always order you something, too," Amber laughed.
"Yes, you're a benevolent dictator. I'll see you at work then. Have fun settling in."
Amber grinned, showing her assistant out the door and closing it behind her. She ran her fingers through her hair and adjusted her glasses as she surveyed what she had left to put away. She hadn't really moved from California with much other than her wardrobe and personal belongings, the apartment had been furnished upon arriving to New York and she hadn't been attached to anything so she'd left it all there while Cassidy continued to stay in the apartment for the remainder of Amber's lease. Most of what she'd brought was easily organized and integrated into the Penthouse and she liked that - she liked how easy it seemed for her to fit there in Brandon's home - now their home together.
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Post by Brandon Finn on Sept 7, 2015 1:42:24 GMT
Admittedly Brandon hadn't given much thought to the idea of having Amber moving into the Penthouse. At the time, he had just assumed that it was the most logical next step in their relationship, but over the last couple of days he had started to find himself truly excited about the prospect of sharing his day-to-day with her. She had been spending a considerable amount of time in the Penthouse as they had begun to fall into both new and familiar patterns, and he had realized that he liked having her there every night and he liked waking up to her every morning.
She had offered that she and Cassidy would get her things moved in, despite his protests that he would be happy to hire someone to do it for her. She had mentioned that she didn't have much to move and part of him felt a little suspicious of how many boxes and things strewn around the Penthouse he was going to find upon his arrival. He opened the door and smiled to see her unpacking in her glasses. He thought that he could certainly get used to having her here. "Hey," he greeted her. "Looks like you've made some progress already."
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Post by Amber Jacobs on Sept 7, 2015 2:01:05 GMT
Most of her things were well in the process of being put away, she was thinking of having some of her things put in storage for the season if she didn't need them for a while. But when Brandon walked in, she looked up and smiled brightly, "Welcome home!" She liked the way that sounded, being able to greet him in the morning . "Yeah, Cassidy and I - mostly Cassidy - got mostly everything put way and I just have a few things I wasn't sure where I wanted them yet," she explained.
She grinned at him, "I lost track of time, I didn't realize you'd be getting home." She chewed on her lip, "If I'd known I would have ordered some take out and thrown away the containers so you could politely pretend to believe I cooked you dinner," she teased.
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Post by Brandon Finn on Sept 7, 2015 2:19:23 GMT
He grinned at her greeting and nodded understandingly. Part of him was curious how much of what he considered to be his space was now going to be their shared space. That was one thing that he supposed he hadn't really given much thought to, especially since he was having a little bit of a hard time wrapping his head around what all of the changes were impending. In all honesty, he had never really lived with a woman before, at least not in the way that he was committed to with Amber. This time he wasn't going to be trying to find excuses to leave the Penthouse when he felt that he just couldn't be around the woman living in his place anymore. He had a hard time believing that he would ever grow tired of being around Amber.
Stepping closer to her, he pressed a kiss to her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Are you going to go all Stepford on me now?"
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Post by Amber Jacobs on Sept 7, 2015 2:31:12 GMT
Amber giggled softly, wrapping her arms around him and tilting her head. "Stepford?" she mused, pretending to think about it for a moment. "No, I don't think that I'd be very good at that," she admitted. "Short of baking the best cookies ever and looking good in an apron, I don't think that's really my thing." She pressed another quick kiss to his lips and stepped back, looking at her things once more and continuing to sort them into piles. "You just missed Cassidy, she says hi and about a half dozen other things I won't repeat," she joked.
She smiled over her shoulder at him. "Now's your chance to stop me if you have second thoughts," she teased. "Because once everything is completely put away, it's going to be really hard to get me out of here."
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Post by Brandon Finn on Sept 7, 2015 2:50:48 GMT
For a brief second, he pictured what it would look like to come home to Amber in an apron baking cookies, but he shook it away quickly. It was too weird to think about, and not at all the way that he had thought of their relationship in the future. "At least Cassidy is getting her own space out of it," he commented, wondering how much Amber's assistant actually was going to miss having her around. It may have been a little selfish for his to steal Amber away to come live with him, but now that she was here he wasn't sure that he was willing to let her go.
Shaking his head, he pushed aside the idea of her leaving. "I think you're stuck with me now because I'm not sure I'm going to let you leave. Especially if living with you means dinner and cookies." He smirked teasingly.
"Is it weird being here now?" He was curious if she felt like things were meant to be different now, or if it just felt like she was extending her overnight stay indefinitely.
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Post by Amber Jacobs on Sept 7, 2015 3:01:43 GMT
Amber grinned a bit at Brandon. "Yes, she'll probably send you a gift and a note that says you can't return me once she realized how good she has it living on her own," she joked.
When he asked if it was weird being there, she paused for a moment. She looked up at him and thought about the question for a moment. "When we were younger, I would show up at your door after a fight at home or a bad party or an argument with Erin - and you would just let me in. Even before you and I were really together," she gestured between them. "It wasn't like going to anyone else who wanted to ask me a thousand questions about if I was okay, if I was upset, if I needed anything, or what I fought with someone about. You would just let me in, no questions asked. When i was in California and I would think about coming home, it wasn't my old apartment or my parents' place, it was right here. So it's not that weird, to me it kind of makes sense," she admitted, glancing down at the floor for a moment with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Are you hungry?"
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Post by Brandon Finn on Sept 7, 2015 3:15:57 GMT
The truth was that he had started thinking about this place as her home a long time ago. At least he had caught himself suggesting to her that the "go home" a lot, something that he kept having to remind himself that she had her own apartment. So he was happy to hear that she felt comfortable here already, that she already thought of the Penthouse as home. He grinned at her and stepped closer to her, once again wrapping his arms around her and pressed another kiss to her lips. "No," he shook his head. "I was thinking that we should start breaking in this place as ours, though. Unless, of course, you'd rather get something to eat."
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Post by Amber Jacobs on Sept 7, 2015 3:23:38 GMT
The truth was, Amber had been a bit surprised about how easy it seemed for things to fall into place, especially because it wasn't even a matter of them picking up where they'd left off. They'd both grown and changed but somehow still fit together in such away that was almost baffling. She loved it though, she loved the idea of waking up next to him every morning and kissing him every day when one of them walked in from work. Maybe the idea should have scared her more, she was admittedly a bit surprised the idea didn't scare him more than it seemed to but she wasn't going to question it.
She smiled brightly, shaking her head at him. "I'm actually not hungry," she grinned. "So I like your idea better," she admitted with a soft laugh. "Did you have a starting point in mind?" she asked softly, deciding she could forget about putting the remainder of her things away for another day.
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Post by Brandon Finn on Sept 7, 2015 3:50:24 GMT
By processing it all one day at a time, he had found that it was a lot easier to feel as though this entire endeavor wasn't overwhelming. It had been abnormal that he had felt so calm and collected about asking her to move in and whatever else their next steps might be. And for now, he was more than content to focus on the here-and-now. "Well, we've broken in a lot of the traditional surfaces already, so we can start somewhere new if you wanted to? There are countertops and floors that I'm sure haven't been utilized."
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Post by Amber Jacobs on Sept 7, 2015 14:56:49 GMT
A smirk formed as she listened to him, she took a moment to consider their options thoughtfully before a light laugh escaped her and she pressed her body close to his. "All of the above," she replied teasingly. "We've got the time now, don't we?" And there was something that she liked to the truth of that - it seemed that they had all the time in the world now.
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Post by Brandon Finn on Sept 7, 2015 19:57:33 GMT
He nodded, time did certainly seem to be in more abundance with her being here now. No more having to worry about getting her home in time to change or gather her things for work. "We do," her agreed. "And were can take our time."
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