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Post by Jake Quinn on Dec 13, 2008 8:25:46 GMT -5
*Jake laughed, the sound a rumble of thunder somewhere deep inside him.*
"Welcome to the Quinn family, Trouble. Rule number one: we all try, and we don't always succeed."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Dec 13, 2008 8:31:27 GMT -5
*Lark laughed too, a bit more confident that he didn't hold it against her too much at least.*
"You mean it's only sometimes?" *She hazarded a smile up at him, though she was still pressed against him.*
"I figure with Kip...well, that seems like it would make the odds stacked against you on the whole."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Dec 13, 2008 8:39:36 GMT -5
"Lordie, Kip's barely outta the schoolhouse. He'll settle soon 'nuff," *said Jake complacently.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Dec 13, 2008 8:43:04 GMT -5
"Guess I needed it though..." *Lark said in half-confession. She didn't want to say how he reminded her so much of her own brother. So she settled for the other half of the truth.*
"I...I was starting to worry myself sick." *She plucked ineffectively at his buttons.* "Bout...the rest. I mean, after dinner." *She whispered in soft vulnerability.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Dec 13, 2008 8:52:06 GMT -5
*Jake was quiet for a moment, then he kissed her on the forehead.*
"Don' think 'bout it, Lark. If yer feelin' yer not ready, ain't no problem. Ya don' hafta do nothin' ya don' wanna."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Dec 13, 2008 8:57:42 GMT -5
*His soft tone comforted her, as if she was some skiddish mare. The boy definitely had his gifts. Lark nuzzled her forehead against his lips.*
"I want to." *She answered, more confidently. It wasn't that. It had actually never been that.* "I just...I've heard...it hurts. I didn't know how much."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Dec 13, 2008 9:06:36 GMT -5
"T'be honest, I think I know even less," *answered Jake with a shrug.* "I reckon I can only do mah best t'not hurt ya...Lark, I don' wanna hurt ya...not ever. Not even by accident."
*He cuddled her close, feeling so protective of this strange, strong, beautiful woman he loved that it just about tore him up inside.*
"We c'n go slow..."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Dec 13, 2008 9:10:50 GMT -5
*He couldn't see it, her pressed up against him like that, but Lark was all smiles. Her arms wrapped about him, fingers urged firmly to his back, feeling the muscles beneath the thin shirt. She felt safe there. With him. It felt like...home. A real home that had walls and stability and a place to dome home to. Someone to come home to.*
"Don't suppose we might be able to get started soon, eh?" *She poked, even as the words caught in her throat as the emotion welled in her.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Dec 13, 2008 9:15:24 GMT -5
*Jake glanced over her head at the kitchen window, seeing the light go out and the voices fade away as the front door of the cottage banged shut and his siblings vacated the house.*
"'Spose we could," *he agreed, his voice thick as he picked up Lark in his arms to carry her over the threshold back into the house.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Dec 16, 2008 6:19:01 GMT -5
*Lark giggled softly, both in nervousness and at the sweet gesture. They were hardly a traditional pair, but it didn't mean it wasn't nice to get the little things. She made sure to wrap her arms tightly around him as he carefully passed through the door, not that he needed any help in supporting her. But it gave her a good excuse to nuzzle his neck, kissing the soft skin lightly.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Dec 16, 2008 9:18:17 GMT -5
*Jake grinned deliriously to himself as he somehow managed to stagger the rest of the way to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He gently put Lark down on the edge of his bed and backed off a moment to untie his boots.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Dec 18, 2008 7:07:17 GMT -5
*This was really gonna happen. The realization was a bit surreal as she stared while he performed the simple task. But she finally broke from her stupor and nervous fingers started to unbutton her dress.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Dec 18, 2008 10:54:08 GMT -5
"Cool it, Trouble," *said Jake, taking her shaking hands in his.* "Ain't no hurry."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jan 5, 2009 17:16:43 GMT -5
*Lark gave a nervous laugh, more like a sharp exhale as her hands fell to her lap and she anxiously smoothed her skirts.*
"Sorry." *She muttered.* "I suppose it was easier when I wasn't thinking too hard on fulfilling wifely duties and all."
*She shrugged.*
"Just feels...different, I guess. Being your missus."
*Her eyes drifted shyly up to his, as if she was testing to see if he felt the same way. Or at least could understand her awkwardness.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jan 5, 2009 17:18:57 GMT -5
"Duties?Oh, please, ma'am, don't let me impose on y'all 'r anythin'," *said Jake, holding his hands up defensively for a moment before he kicked back on the bed and lay with his arms folded behind his head. Smirking, he shut his eyes.*
"G'night, Trouble," *he said, promptly huffing out a mock-snore that may or may not have rattled the windowpane.*
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