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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 2:21:31 GMT -5
*Kathy sat on the low bench, waiting for her boots.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 30, 2007 2:22:34 GMT -5
*He shut the door behind him as he tossed Kathy her boots and flopped in his chair.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 2:23:55 GMT -5
"Ah yer a saint," *she said, bending over to pull on her stockings before she laced up her boots.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 30, 2007 2:24:30 GMT -5
*He made a valiant attempt not to stare at her shapely legs but kind of failed epically. She caught him and he turned away, a bit red about the ears.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 2:26:55 GMT -5
"Got a bit too much sun, did ye, Mikey?" *she said lightly with concern, seeing how red he was. She stood up to inspect his ears and the back of his neck.* "Oh and ye did," *she said with a sympathetic hiss as she gently turned back his collar, her roughened fingers still so gentle as they smoothed over his sunburnt skin.*
"Ye should put something on that."
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Post by Michael on Dec 30, 2007 2:28:20 GMT -5
"It'll be fine." *His voice was a bit odd. Her fingers felt so good on his back...*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 2:30:30 GMT -5
"Now what would your mother do to me if I let you get away with harmin' yerself? We both know you'll turn red as a lobster then flake like dried fish for a week. I'll be right back."
*Dashing out of the room, she soon returned with a pot of cool ointment for minor burns.*
"Here, have a lie-down and take off yer shirt."
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Post by Michael on Dec 30, 2007 2:32:58 GMT -5
*He gingerly took the shirt off, exposing a very sunburnt back. His muscles moved underneath his skin, obviously there but not too prominent.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 2:36:31 GMT -5
*Kathy recalled the older girls in the village tittering like birds when they'd spied Jamie McNamara at work in the fields without his shirt and had thought them great fools. She didn't know why the memory struck her, or why the girls seemed less foolish now than they did, then. She gently pushed Michael to lie face-down on his bed then climbed on top and rode him like a pony before she dabbed some of the ointment onto her fingertips and dotted it across his shoulders and down his spine before she used her palms to smooth it into his skin, working as slowly and gently as possible.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 30, 2007 2:39:37 GMT -5
*The ointment and her fingers were cool against his skin, and he shuddered a little, attempting to suppress all feeling.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 2:40:11 GMT -5
"Am I hurtin' ye?" *she asked, quickly snatching her hands back.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 30, 2007 2:41:51 GMT -5
"No..." *He trailed off.* "Ye're fine, Kath."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 2:43:00 GMT -5
"Alright," *she said, hesitantly continuing to smooth the lotion over his back, finishing as quickly as she could to ease his pain.*
"Does that feel better? How's your chest?"
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Post by Michael on Dec 30, 2007 2:43:54 GMT -5
"Just burnt on my back, Kath." *He said weakly.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 2:44:56 GMT -5
*She crouched down so she could see his face.*
"Are ye ill?" *she asked with a frown, her hand settling easily on his shoulder.* "Yer voice sounds awful strange."
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