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 Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 1:18 pm
Brian swayed from foot to foot, rocking Misha as he did. It was just a thoughtless, happy sort of gesture. Hugs were being offered and given and casual conversation made for a comfortable respite from considering what they had been doing for the past week. Of course at the same time they were addressing their emotional baggage, but Brian couldn't explain how that worked even if asked.
"Of course you were." Through childhood, Brian had been more or less banned from the theatre unless his sisters were in some play or another. He had read A Midsummer Night's Dream in school, however. He remembered it oddly well, considering. Surely some of the finer details were lost, but he could imagine Misha as the queen of the fairies quite easily. "Yeah, I think so. I did the whole ROTC thing and got right in when I graduated. Did pretty well, if I may say so myself." He had no well-known heroes' medals of course, but he did have a few badges and commendations to his name, and a pretty decent rank for his age. He'd only been in 5 years after all, even if it had been during war time.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 1:26 pm
"I'm sure you did." His absent rocking made Misha sigh a bit and she turned back to face the pictures. Instinctively, she melted further back into him. His warmth at her back reassured her and something about the situation soothed away any tension her body had been harboring yet. "Anyone with a brain can guess how well you'd do when you put your mind to something. You have skill, Mr. Watterly. Mad skills." Misha paused for just an instant. Only an instant, though, because she needed to say it even if every inch of her balked against reminding either of them about the less-attractive aspects of their new life. "And thank you for using those skills on me," she added quietly. "Since I can say it now but couldn't then, you know. Thank you for coming after me and not letting me go rogue."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 1:31 pm
"Mad skills?" he asked. "I don't think there's a 'mad skills' medal. They should get on that." Then there was that pause, brief thought it was. Skills? When had he used his "skills" on Misha? That implied a lot of things that he was pretty sure had never happened. When had she gone rogue anyway? It took him a few moments to realize that she was talking about the more feline version of herself and smiled.
"You're welcome," he said, "You don't really think I'd let you turn into a cat and just run off, do you?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 2:03 pm
Misha laughed, shaking her head, and abruptly spun in his hold fully to face him. Her arms snaked around his waist and she hugged him close. Her cheek pressed to his chest; his heartbeat echoed in her ear, strong and steady. There was that feeling of peace again. The look in her eyes radiated pure mischief when she lifted her head to look up at him, though, no more solemn reflection. "Here, kitty, kitty," she cooed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 2:08 pm
As Misha spun this time, Brian lifted his arms like he waned to avoid accidentally smacking her in the face. He had no idea what she was up to, but a hug was just fine. He smiled and kissed her head again. No, she knew he wouldn't have left here there. Beth wouldn't have either. Hell, it looked like Misha knew almost everyone at the Prytaneum anyway.
She turned up to look at him and his gaze raised an eyebrow. What was that look, exactly? It wasn't sadness, but it wasn't relaxation either. His smile turned to a one-sided grin and he tilted his head. What was she doing?
Also, he recognized suddenly, she smelled rather nice. it was probably best to ignore than observation at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 2:24 pm
The little head-tilt was beyond adorable, no denying. Still, Misha managed to keep a straight face as she gave him another squeeze around the waist. Then she moved one hand away and up to tangle fingers in the front of his t-shirt. A quick tug forward and down forced Brian to bend and Misha raised herself on her toes until she could brush a kiss over the sharp line of his cheekbone. "Meow," she breathed near his ear. Then she dropped back to her flat feet and grinned. Her fingers, however, stayed tangled in his shirt, pressing against his strong chest.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 2:33 pm
Brian lifted his chin. Guiltily, he had expected a bit more pointed kiss. It just grazed his cheek, though, and he chuckled. Her little meow caused an audible exhalation, though. Brian closed his eyes a moment and smiled.
"You know, I still owe you a walk on the beach."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 2:40 pm
"You do and I think I made some sort of threat about holding you to that promise." She watched his face and the way he closed his eyes and the little smile with a flicker of happiness bright in her chest. Her hand released his shirt and she dropped it to once more loop around his waist casually. She leaned into him slightly. "You wouldn't want me to have to carry that out, right?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 3:22 pm
Brian chuckled and shook his head. Misha's threats probably ended with her showing up and bodily pulling him to the beach, so he wasn't so afraid. He tilted his chin to the right and left his brow arched. He paused there for a moment, trying to get a read on Misha's eyes, and then leaned down to kiss her cheek just beside her mouth, rather than directly on the lips. He wasn't desperate, and he wasn't hurting, at least not yet. He lingered just briefly and then offered Misha a bit of a cheeky smile.
"it might be a little cold for the beach, but is there somewhere you want to go?" he asked. Trauma or not, getting out of the Prytaneum might be nice.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 4:16 pm
Misha could not quite smother the little hum of happiness at his returned kiss. So sweet. His question abruptly brought her back into focus and she reopened her eyes. "Too cold for the beach?" she echoed. "I don't know. There is such a thing as body heat. Pretty useful stuff." For some reason, the playful banter brought her back to a throwaway comment be had made when she first arrived. Looking up at him speculatively, Misha loosened her hold around his waist and instead settled her bands on his hips. "Unless... You aren't fully dressed," she drawled. With that, a single finger of her right hand slipped just a smidge under the waistband of his sweatpants. Feeling no other waistbands, she looked up at him with bemused surprise and a coyly lifted eyebrow. "Well, then."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 4:21 pm
"Are we making presumptions about the nature of this beach-trip?" he asked smoothly. Misha stepped back then and struck a pose, and Brian knew that he was in for something interesting. A snatch at his waistband was not what he had expected, though, and he gave a startled "hey!" and tried to bat Misha's hand away. It wasn't very effective, though, so in defense he threw his hands up into a shrug and sank his chin into his shoulders. Well he hadn't been lying!
"Well what do you want from me? I'm nothing but honest.I'm definitely changing if we're heading out, though." Less so because of the lack of drawers, more so because of sweatpants in public.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 6:13 pm
"I should hope so or else I'll spend the walk protecting your virtue." Misha giggled, delighted at both her discovery and his response. Using the leverage provided by her finger still hooked in his waistband, she tugged him closer so she could again bounce up onto her toes and plant a kiss on his cheek. This time, however, it brushed the corner of his mouth. "And I'm not assuming. I'm just saying that we can cuddle or walk close together or something. I'm not the one with my mind in the gutter." As she disengaged from him and stepped back, finger leaving his waistband, laughter was in her eyes. Teasing again. Not actually miffed by slights to her own virtue. As if.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 6:54 pm
He laughed when Misha tugged him close again. No way was he allowing that elastic band to separate from his skin! It might only be fair considering that he had briefly seen Misha naked himself, but that didn't make it any more desirable.
When she came up for a cheek-kiss, Brian diverted and nibbled her lip briefly, more in feigned aggression than lust, and laughed.
"She says with her hands in my pants. Mmhm, I'm sure." Ah, and he was free! "Alright. Give me a minute to change and we can go where-ever." He turned and went to his dresser, pulling out what he needed. The answer to the age-old question was apparently boxer-briefs. He knocked on the bathroom door then and, hearing no one, entered to change. Whe he emerged, he looked much more awake and jovial.
"So where are we off to? Another campus tour?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 7:11 pm
"If you don't mind." Without thinking or hesitating, Misha reached for Brian's hand and laced their fingers together. That nibble of his. She liked that. Who was the tease here, after all, she thought? "We can nap later," she offered, leaving it ambiguous if she meant together or separate. "But I want to move now. I don't think I've seen every bit of campus anyway so..." She gave a little shrug and smiled. "You can be my tour guide, Handsome, if you don't mind."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 7:35 pm
There was no resistance to the way that Misha took his hand. Their friendship was hard to put a finger on, but it was nice and it was comfortable and it was close. Holding hands wasn't the least of it. he began to walk with her out the door, holding it opened for her regardless of their hand-situation, and then started toward the nearest exit.
"No? I had to explore everything when I got here." He didn't even run he same way every day. It kept things from getting too tedious. He still had to stay fit, though, or at least he told himself he did. Even if he was handing in his badge soon, Zeus expected him to wield a longbow and run around unfamiliar territory...or something. If he gave up the gym he'd probably lose his mind a little.
"Where haven't you been?"
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