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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 9, 2009 14:23:54 GMT -5
*She eventually stilled, body just given all it could give with emotion. Lark wanted to tell him that it was he fault, if she hadn't...well, it wasn't like he was gonna change his mind anyways. He struck her as the sort of fellow that wasn't likely too, especially when keeping it meant protecting her in its own way. She managed to swallow, peeking up to him with reddened eyes.*
"Did ya..." *Her lips were trembling still, though her voice was in the process of calming.*
"Well, maybe I should...wait a bit. If you still want that shave." *She accented the comment with an exhale of tired desperation.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 10, 2009 16:11:04 GMT -5
"'course...just sit quiet for a minute, now," *he said. He sat back down and drew her into his lap, cuddling her.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 10, 2009 16:44:55 GMT -5
*Lark settled in, wiping at her wet face with the back of her hand.*
"Thanks." *She mumbled before wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling her face against him. There was a simple comfort in the action and her body grew more still as she drank in the sweet smell of his skin.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 10, 2009 17:44:41 GMT -5
*Jake held her quietly, struggling to think what he ought to do next. He wanted to make it alright, and his heart burned inside him as he knew he couldn't.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 8:31:48 GMT -5
*Lark was content to sit there and be held. But not too long after, the kettle whistled, causing her to start on top of him.*
"Oh!" *She squeaked, laughing nervously at herself as she rose to remove it. She looked better though, her color more normal. Bringing the kettle to the table, she busied herself with combining the hot water in small bouts into the rest of the cold basin water, checking it regularly to find the ideal temperature. It was good for her to have something to do. It helped distract her, though she didn't seem to have much to say.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 16:24:11 GMT -5
*Jake ran a hand through his hair, trying to think of what to say or do.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 16:43:54 GMT -5
((Poor boy.))
*Lark glanced sideways at him, her eyes drawn to the motion. She'd mucked things right up, hadn't she. Well she was damn well gonna fix it. Scooting the basin, soap and brush closer to him, she dipped the brush in the warm water and worked up a lather. Starting to paint it on carefully, her voice squeaked, even as she tried to sound dismissive.*
"It was a long time ago." *As if that made it better. As if he shouldn't worry.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 16:54:46 GMT -5
*Jake nodded carefully.*
"Yeah...'spose it's all in the past, now...an' it can't touch ya, now. We've got the future, Trouble."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 17:16:31 GMT -5
"Yeah." *Lark smiled softly, her eyes tender as her hand slowed.*
"And it's gonna be real nice." *She assured him, bending for a gentle kiss that left some soap inadvertently on her chin.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 17:22:37 GMT -5
*Jake grinned and tweaked the suds off her chin with gentle fingers.*
"I hope so, Trouble," *he said with a droll expression.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 17:45:48 GMT -5
*Lark bit her lip for a moment before setting down the soap and picking up the razor carefully.*
"We'll manage, I think." *She smiled, though she seemed a little nervous handling the thing. She moved behind him, resting his head against her belly.*
"If I can manage this without bleedin' you out." *She joked.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 17:51:22 GMT -5
"I think ya like me just fine 'nuff t'let me live," *he teased.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 17:57:43 GMT -5
*Lark managed an easy enough giggle, steadying one hand on his head while slowing drawing the blade up his cheek.*
"All right so far?" *She asked, genuinely curious when she reached the top.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 18:03:03 GMT -5
"Mmhmm," *he breathed, trying not to make any sudden movements while she had a razor against his skin.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 18:09:22 GMT -5
*Contented in his compliance, Lark drew the blade up again, wiping it carefully on the towel. It was slow going, but at least she hadn't damaged him yet. That was always a good sign. All her focus forced her tongue to stick out and press to her top lip.*
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