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Post by Rebecca on May 1, 2008 11:18:22 GMT -5
"If you like," *she said.* "I'm not very hungry, myself." *She shrugged.*
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Post by Philippe on May 1, 2008 11:25:58 GMT -5
"No, I'm not."
*This blindness was rather trying. Not only was it harder to gauge her reaction but he couldn't actually *reach* her without fumbling. *
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Post by Rebecca on May 1, 2008 11:27:38 GMT -5
*Becca frowned and reached over to lay the back of her hand against his forehead.*
"Are you CERTAIN you're alright?"
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Post by Philippe on May 1, 2008 11:35:25 GMT -5
"Yes, I am well."
*He answered, frustrated at himself.*
"Now please, come here."
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Post by Rebecca on May 1, 2008 11:38:29 GMT -5
*Becca took his hand. His tone was mildly irritated and his words seemed clipped.*
"What's WRONG?" *she asked.*
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Post by Philippe on May 1, 2008 11:54:57 GMT -5
*He kissed her knuckles.*
"Nothing really, I am simply not familiar with not being able to see you. I do not like it for I fear I shall offend or miss something."
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Post by Rebecca on May 1, 2008 12:10:16 GMT -5
*She smiled, gently.*
"I'm here, Philippe," *she said.* "Believe me--I'm here and I always will be. And I am not so very changed," *she said.* "I think."
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Post by Philippe on May 1, 2008 13:13:28 GMT -5
"Then come here."
*He invited warmly, tugging at her hand.*
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Post by Rebecca on May 1, 2008 13:14:35 GMT -5
"Where?" *she asked, stepping nearer with a questioning laugh.*
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Post by Philippe on May 1, 2008 13:16:17 GMT -5
*He pulled her down onto his lap before kissing her very thoroughly.*
"Here."
*He murmered."
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Post by Rebecca on May 1, 2008 13:21:22 GMT -5
*She laughed against his mouth.*
"Oh! Here," *she said with comprehension as she curled up in his arms, returning his kiss with a gentle sweetness she'd acquired somewhere along the way.*
((BRB need food))
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Post by Philippe on May 1, 2008 13:26:35 GMT -5
*She did seem different, a fact he was entirely sure he did not want to reflect on. Perhaps needing rest was an improvement as he did not feel the urgency that he had as a younger man. His hands traveled into her hair, pulling out whatever hairpins he found. *
((Mkay.))
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Post by Rebecca on May 1, 2008 14:56:12 GMT -5
*Rebecca found this new, slower pace with Philippe to be a wonderful surprise. Even when he had tried to go slowly before, his motions had always been wrought with a kind of raw, rough tenderness that almost stung. This was--comfortable.*
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Post by Philippe on May 1, 2008 15:56:29 GMT -5
*Perhaps it was not the absense of desire rather the knowledge that it would be satifised. Had he not trusted that before? Or wished to gain more than he took? Or had it been the fear that everytime would be the last, which was largely what drove her away. The desperate urge to keep her that consumed everything else. Whereas now...*
"I could stay like this all night."
*He nuzzled into her neck, resting his forehead against her shoulder.*
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Post by Rebecca on May 1, 2008 16:07:28 GMT -5
"Then why don't you?" *she whispered, snuggling against him with a sigh, her fingers threading themselves lightly through his hair.*
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