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Post by Thatcher on Jan 9, 2008 22:42:29 GMT -5
"I know, love," *he said, tilting her head back to kiss her lips.* "I will train you myself."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 22:47:21 GMT -5
*That word. It still set her on edge. But Sylvia tried to make the best of it, smiling up to him softly as her fingertips grazed his skin beneath the water's surface.*
"When do we start, sir?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 9, 2008 22:49:30 GMT -5
"Once you have rested. It has been a long night for you."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 22:54:11 GMT -5
*Sylvia laughed, but nodded knowingly. It certainly had been. She glanced up at him.*
"But not for you?"
*She arched her brow playfully.*
"The whole thing was quite mundane?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 9, 2008 22:55:37 GMT -5
"There comes with immortality a somewhat unflagging energy level...at times I do find myself in need of rest, but sleep never lasts more than a handful of hours."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 23:02:35 GMT -5
*Sylvia listened quietly, wondering if it would be the same for her. It still seemed so...foreign.*
"If I...it takes me longer...will you..."
*She swallowed and snuggled against him, chilled by the cooling of the water.*
"...will you be with me when I wake?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 9, 2008 23:05:05 GMT -5
"If you desire it, then yes," *he said, slipping his arms around her and lifting her easily as he stood from the water, stepping from the tub and moving nearer the fire, crouching to wrap a white, fluffy towl about her shoulders, rubbing it against her skin gently.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 23:10:53 GMT -5
*Sylvia sighed softly in his arms. The tenderness, it was still odd. And especially after their previous encounter...it seemed near blasphemy. She started to shake her head, such things were not necessary, but as her lips parted, she heard herself speak without thinking.*
"Please. I would feel better if you were."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 10, 2008 0:11:36 GMT -5
"Then it will be so," *he said, rubbing the water from her hair with the warmed towels, his dark eyes taking in the flickering effect of the firelight along her bare skin for a moment before he wrapped the towels around her and lifted her in his arms once more, going to a panelled section of the wall and pressing some hidden lever, causing a door to open in the wall, leading directly to his own bechamber. Shutting the door behind them with his foot, he crossed to the bed, lowering Sylvia to where some servant had recently turned back the warmed sheets. Tucking her gently between the covers, he crawled in beside her, drawing her against his naked chest, his arm encircling her torso, his fingers splayed against her belly.*
"Sleep now," *he ordered her gently.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 10, 2008 9:23:50 GMT -5
*Sylvia looked up to his dark eyes once, for the briefest moment amused that they so mirrored her own, but then nodded and nestled against his chest, finding sleep easier after her long night.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 10, 2008 12:50:31 GMT -5
*Thatcher slept as well, but again, only for a few hours before he awoke feeling refreshed. Sylvia still slept softly, and he recalled his promise to her, so he stayed very still beside her, merely watching her sleep.*
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