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Post by Genghis Khan on Jan 6, 2008 21:22:56 GMT -5
*He fought the urge to cut her clothing away and savor her properly on the kitchen table, instead lowering his head and whispering.*
"It is more than I expected you to offer. I am...appreciative of all that you are willing to give. I will do what I can to see that you do not regret it."
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Post by Emily on Jan 6, 2008 21:33:52 GMT -5
"Thank you," *she said, hugging him tightly.* "Really--thank you. Thanks for being concerned enough about Ruby to not just...go wild."
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jan 6, 2008 21:42:22 GMT -5
*Genghis felt strangely exposed by her comment, but decided not to push the physicality of the moment just yet. Her appreciation was...foreign. And wonderful. He straightened slightly and nodded.*
"If there is one thing that you have taught me, it is that there are somethings that are worth the compromise."
*He touched his forehead to hers, breathing for a moment and savoring the contact.*
"Just let me know what you will allow...what I can do for you...for her."
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Post by Emily on Jan 6, 2008 21:48:34 GMT -5
What are you thinking? Little girls and warlords do not mix!
Ooooh but their mommies certainly do...
"I'll give it some thought," *she promised, taking hold of his face and kissing him lightly.*
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jan 6, 2008 21:51:48 GMT -5
*His breath shallowed at her kiss, he's body quickly turning their attentions to matters that were not well suited for the situation. He gripped the seat of her chair to steady himself.*
"Should I go then? For now?"
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Post by Emily on Jan 6, 2008 21:54:28 GMT -5
"If you like," *she said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and standing up again to move towards the kitchen.* "You've probably got work to do."
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jan 6, 2008 21:57:36 GMT -5
I would rather stay and barricade the door to this kitchen...
*Genghis stood rigidly.*
"Nothing that could not wait. But I do not wish to overstay my welcome."
And ruin any progress that we've made together.
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Post by Emily on Jan 6, 2008 22:04:08 GMT -5
"Would you like to stay for dinner? I'm afraid Small Children aren't on the menu," *she said, but her tone was light and teasing.* "Chicken fingers...and I'm working on a salad."
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jan 6, 2008 22:05:51 GMT -5
"I..."
*Genghis looked to the door, unsure if he was up for the task, but he conceded.*
"If I will not be too much of a burden."
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Post by Emily on Jan 6, 2008 22:10:10 GMT -5
"No trouble at all," *she said calmly, turning on the stove and taking the marinated chicken strips out of the refrigerator to grill.*
"...I think I was a cook the first time we met," *she said reflectively. She frowned, thinking back to her days at Dahlia's...rescuing roosters and then...and then there was Dracula. It seemed so long ago.*
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jan 6, 2008 22:12:41 GMT -5
((Because it was.))
*Genghis nodded without thinking, half-attending the thought as he tried to control his more primal urges.*
"It is a worthy profession."
*He shifted his weight awkwardly.*
"Could I serve some purpose?"
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Post by Emily on Jan 6, 2008 22:14:39 GMT -5
((At least...geebus, six years?))
"Could you get Ruby down here and get her to wash her hands? It usually takes her a good ten minutes to get around to actually getting her hands wet." *She shrugged and turned the chicken so it wouldn't burn.* "Weird kid."
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jan 6, 2008 22:17:31 GMT -5
"I...umm..."
*Genghis sighed. That wasn't exactly what he'd meant, but surely the task wasn't out of his capability.*
"Of course."
*He turned and made his way back to Ruby's room, knocking on the door.*
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Post by Ruby on Jan 6, 2008 22:21:14 GMT -5
"Come in," *called Ruby, her back to the door as she happily stripped Barbie in preparation for the umpteenth party of the day.*
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jan 6, 2008 22:25:25 GMT -5
*Genghis opened the door and stepped inside. After a moment of silence, he spoke stiffly.*
"I am to see you prepared for dinner."
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