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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:29:48 GMT -5
"A blessin', then. Though I think yer Mam probably had a heart set on a couple o' red-haired colleens for her boys. Though I do hear Bridghid's husband is of a sickly constitution. With any luck, he'll turn up his long-sufferin' toes soon enough and ye can return t'yer first love."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:31:32 GMT -5
*He reddened and smiled sheepishly.*
"I have to confess, Kath--Bridghid wasn't me first love."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:37:19 GMT -5
*She nodded, her face solemn.*
"I know--our Ide. Ye raised that wee filly on a bottle yerself after her dam took ill and died. I remember she'd try to follow ye into the house when ye went."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:38:31 GMT -5
"Nah. There was someone before her." *He was furiously red by now.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:40:52 GMT -5
"...the cat?"
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:42:14 GMT -5
*He rolled his eyes.*
"You, Kath. Are ye that thick, or did I hide it well enough that y'never noticed?" *He was feeling awkward now.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:44:27 GMT -5
*She let burst forth a short, low laugh.*
"...ye mean when ye'd trip me in the cowyard and rub mud in me hair?"
*She smiled, but it was a trifle sad--or not sad, but wistful--and her eyes were distant.*
"We were children, Mikey," *she said, her voice soft, her words slow.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:45:29 GMT -5
*He laughed softly.*
"I know that." *He said quietly.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:49:16 GMT -5
"And as that was the case, I'll forgive ye for bein' sweet n' daft enough to love me even a little." *She kissed his forehead and stood to go.* "I'll write yer Mam and tell her thanks for the salve."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:50:17 GMT -5
"A man wouldn't have to be daft t'love ye, Kath." *He said. His voice, for once, wasn't awwkard or sheepish, only telling the truth.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:52:02 GMT -5
*Kathy turned back to look at him. Her face was serious, and her eyes shone with tears, but in the dim light, who could tell for certain?*
"G'night Mikey," *she whispered, turning back to the door.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:56:53 GMT -5
*He stood and, not knowing precisely why, pulled her back by her arm and wound up kissing her gently.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:59:22 GMT -5
"Mikey," *she said his name on a sob as tears rolled down her cheeks, but she hesitantly kissed him in return.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 2:02:02 GMT -5
*Once she was kissing him back, he didn't even know how his hands wound up on her waist and in her hair. He deepened the kiss, hoping to God she wouldn't run.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 2:07:47 GMT -5
*Kathy found her tears had stopped as she was drawn into the warm sweetness of Michael's embrace. How could she tell him? That she had dreamed of this moment? That she'd had some foolish notions brought on by the heat of the wash-house that she could marry him someday?*
He belongs to another... *half of her mind whispered.*
...but for now, he is yours so long as you are his... *the other half countered.*
"I love you," *she blurted in a desperate whisper, her softened hands sliding around the back of his neck, her fingers threading through his hair as she parted her lips against his.*
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