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Post by Brandi on Aug 5, 2008 12:20:06 GMT -5
*Brandi turned away as she unbuttoned the top of her dress, not because she didn't trust him, just because she wanted it to be as easy as possible on him. She stroked Bebe's tufts of hair before placing a soft towel over the child and her exposed breast. Then she made her way back over and sat on the blankets, looking up at him with a gentle smile.*
"Thanks. It's perfect."
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 5, 2008 13:01:14 GMT -5
Cry-Baby smiled, a little concerned about that vague sense of distance. He put his hand on Bebe's back, feeling her suck powerfully, and felt better.
"Yeah," he said softly. "You look... well, y'look like a mother."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 5, 2008 13:09:16 GMT -5
*Brandi scrunched her nose at him in playful warning.*
"Don't go rubbing it too far, Daddy."
*His hand safely on Bebe, Brandi leaned in to nuzzle her forehead to his.*
"You still...I mean...down the road...is it something...?"
*She didn't want kids. She'd been so certain, but now, like this...she just might change her mind.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 5, 2008 13:17:15 GMT -5
"Down the road," he repeated with a chuckle. Whenever that way. "Wouldn't ever want you to do somethin' you weren't behind 100 percent," he said. "But... yeah. Always figured, one day. With the right girl."
He looked up at her significantly.
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Post by Brandi on Aug 5, 2008 13:23:58 GMT -5
*Brandi's smile came easier and she lowered her face in genuine shyness. It was strange that after everything, he could still bright that out in her.*
"I think...I might just like something like that."
*She peeked up briefly with a mischievous grin.*
"With the right guy."
*It was a promise in a way. There would be something past this. Something more, something better. Some day.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 5, 2008 13:56:50 GMT -5
Cry-Baby grinned.
"Hope you find him someday."
She was a beautiful girl. He hoped he could take this image with him into... wherever he was going.
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Post by Brandi on Aug 5, 2008 14:02:24 GMT -5
"Oh...you..." *Brandi's eyes narrowed and she gave him a gentle shove.*
"Be like that then."
*She looked him over with a calculating eye.*
"It's a good thing you're so pretty."
*She was surprised by the playful smile that found its way to her lips.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 5, 2008 14:37:32 GMT -5
"Ain't it, though? Often thought that, myself."
This was... good. If only they could live in the nursery, with a hand each on the kid. But it wasn't like that, and sooner or later, he'd have to fess up to himself about what he needed to do.
Not yet, though.
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Post by Brandi on Aug 5, 2008 14:59:16 GMT -5
"You just keep thinkin' Butch. That's what you're good at."
*Brandi grinned and turned slightly so she could rest against him. Why couldn't it always be like this? She sighed softly, worried for the things to come. It would be hard. She'd keep busy, do what she could when she could and pray for him to come home soon. One hand on the blanket, she shut her eyes. It was almost like that night they'd shared on the blanket out back. Except with the baby feeding. That was a bit different. She nuzzled her head against him.*
"When you get back...I wouldn't mind some more of this." *She whispered, almost like she expected him to be out to fetch some groceries and back just as quickly.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 5, 2008 15:50:34 GMT -5
"Yeah," he agreed. "All you want."
He stroked Bebe's back gently, but he was relaxing too much and his motions got sloppy.
And he forgot what they were doing here.
His hand fell from the baby's back and he reached up with the tender intention of drawing Brandi's hair back, but in that moment something--the smell of her hair, perhaps, the sight of her, the brush of his fingers on her cheek--sparked a current in him.
Want.
How could she expect him to sit here, companions, not touching except through that blasted child that was the cause of all of this? How long?
He shook his head, swallowing hard and digging his fingers into his palms.
"I have to go," he said tightly. He'd been fooling himself. Prolonging the inevitable. He had to leave, or god only knew what he'd do. What they'd do to each other.
He made it to the door, and turned, averting his eyes.
"I love you, baby," he said. "But I ain't safe right now."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 5, 2008 16:00:46 GMT -5
*She hadn't felt it at the time, but Brandi understood. Later at least when he was on his way to the door. Pain infused through her at the loss of his body next to hers, but she tried to stay strong. She shut her eyes for a moment, focusing on one last sentimental thing. They opened again tear-stained.*
"I love you too. Take care..."
*She swallowed, trying to watch him as long as she could, not knowing when her next chance to see him would be. Didn't make it any less harder though. She didn't know if he'd find the locket in the interior pocket of his jacket, her picture tucked away. It didn't really matter. She'd be next to his heart, one way or another.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 5, 2008 16:35:44 GMT -5
He wanted to run back into her arms but he knew that if he did, he'd never leave again, never master this.
A single, salty tear ran down his cheek as he turned to go.
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Post by Brandi on Aug 5, 2008 16:44:10 GMT -5
((Oh, Baby...I love it when you write canon... )) *Brandi watched him leave, unblinking. Needing every moment she could have of him. She needed it so she could get better for him. It would hardly do him good to get fixed and come home to her all reckless. She swallowed tightly, staring at the door after he'd gone.* Please God, make me a stone...*She shut her eyes, the tears finally coming freely. She spent a long time in there with the children and her thoughts.*
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Post by Kris on Aug 5, 2008 16:55:23 GMT -5
Kris peaked around the door, he face falling as she saw Brandi's expression.
This was, clearly, a bad time.
"Is this a bad time?"
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Post by Brandi on Aug 5, 2008 17:03:59 GMT -5
((You know... I kinda can't resist you.))
*Brandi stood quickly, wiping helplessly at her face. She moved the towel so she could finally burp Bebe.*
"Nah, I mean..."
*She looked away, walking back towards the crib.*
"It's fine. What...what's up?" *She stammered, setting the child back into the crib and setting to buttoning up her dress, not looking back.*
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