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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 27, 2014 20:37:20 GMT -5
She bit her lip, wishing she was biting his.
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Post by Dr. Connors on Apr 27, 2014 20:50:06 GMT -5
He shifted a little against her, uncomfortably conscious of her shirt slithering against her skin and against his own.
"Maybe some day," he said after a long pause, the words stiff in his mouth. Which suddenly felt quite dry.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 27, 2014 20:52:32 GMT -5
She looked a little sad-eyed, resting her arm on his shoulder as she gently pushed her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Is that a dismissal?"
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Post by Dr. Connors on Apr 27, 2014 21:04:15 GMT -5
"It might be a good suggestion."
He felt his face growing hot -- this was even worse if she wanted it after all, if she thought she wanted it, if she'd come here hoping to seduce him after all for whatever reason.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 27, 2014 21:08:04 GMT -5
"Oh - well - "
She looked flustered and felt shaky.
"Actually, Curt, I'd... I'd come to ask you if..."
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Post by Dr. Connors on Apr 27, 2014 21:18:46 GMT -5
"What's that?"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 27, 2014 21:25:18 GMT -5
"Could I stay with you tonight? I'm not doing well on my own. My head - just feels full of things. I feel different when I'm with you-"
She tightened her arms around him helplessly, like he were her buoy.
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Post by Dr. Connors on Apr 27, 2014 22:15:00 GMT -5
"Oh, Nina, I'm --"
He felt a guilty pang.
"If being here would help in any way, you're welcome to stay as long as you need."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 27, 2014 22:35:40 GMT -5
She pressed her face against his throat and her hands both crept down his back. She clung to him, breathing in the smell of him - it was distracting and soothing. "Thank you, Curt," she said meekly.
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Post by Dr. Connors on Apr 27, 2014 22:48:31 GMT -5
He drew a hand down her hair, sighing a little.
"Whenever you need it."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Apr 27, 2014 23:30:07 GMT -5
She shut her eyes and tilted her head in the direction his hand gently pulled her hair.
"I don't like it when I dream. I'd rather dream of you," she said, opening her eyes and smiling at him - both shy and radiant. She didn't mean to come on so strongly to him, but she wasn't any good at hiding her feelings where he was concerned.
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Post by Dr. Connors on May 3, 2014 0:49:48 GMT -5
It was obvious to whom, or to what, he was preferable. And he couldn't blame her. He couldn't blame her at all. Curt rocked against her a little, smiling a wan but warm smile.
"Is that so?"
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Post by Nina Fortner on May 3, 2014 0:56:30 GMT -5
She laughed and shook her head.
"I don't though."
Her hands moved from the small of his back up again and smiled as though she had a secret.
"But one never dreams of what one thinks of as one falls asleep..."
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Post by Dr. Connors on May 3, 2014 1:32:52 GMT -5
Curt was slain, heart lurching with more tender and terrible sentiment than words could express. He also found that he was now picturing what Nina looked like while drowsing off, which was dangerous in its own way.
"Oh, Nina..."
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Post by Nina Fortner on May 3, 2014 1:34:32 GMT -5
She pulled closer still, rather unwisely, and kissed him on the cheek.
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