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 Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 8:39 pm
"I'm good, I suppose. A little, uhm... overwhelmed I guess.." she looked down at her plate. No use not being honest with him. She should be happy he was making small talk with her at all.
She moved the pasta around on her plate a bit, looking back up at Moreau and smiling at him shyly. She didn't know how much more she should say. She wondered exactly how he felt about what happened. Upon retrospect, Aubrey did worry if he acted out of mere jealousy. But she didn't want to press the matter. She always told herself she was lucky enough to even be working with him. She didn't want to compromise what she worked so hard to build.
She also wondered if was really needed for her to express how she. She had always been told her feelings were glaringly obvious.
She shook her head slightly despite herself. She was probably reading too much into this whole mess to begin with.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 8:44 pm
"Aubrey..." Moreau coughed. "I want you to know how important you are to me... I mean. "Moreau rarely found himself at a loss for words but he was honestly worried now a bit of his arrogance had somehow slipped away. He didn't like it that much. "I mean," starting over "to this project, to it's success..."
"I am glad to have you here... and I feel at times that I couldn't handle all of it without you. Thank you." Moreau cleared his throat a bit more. "Now, if you'll just turn your attention to the monitor..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 8:51 pm
"Aubrey..." Moreau coughed. "I want you to know how important you are to me... I mean. "
Oh mah gawd, girl, don't you dare start crying....
"I mean," starting over "to this project, to it's success..."
Aubrey couldn't help but feel a bit of dissapointment. No no no... go back to what you were saying before...
"I am glad to have you here... and I feel at times that I couldn't handle all of it without you. Thank you."
Aubrey felt her heart melt and resisted the urge to rush over and kiss him right then a there. This was by far the most 'warm and fuzzy' she had ever heard Moreau be...
"Now, if you'll just turn your attention to the monitor..."
Yes yes, the monitor.... Aubrey quickly turned face towards it, hiding her eyes from Moreau. Don't let him see you cry...
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 8:58 pm
A video began to play... sped up to take into account the time that was passing. It was of Ambrose's room... after a moment his first transformation began.
[See Ambrose Diary pg 8]
It would be disturbing to watch, but there was nothing that was gut twisting in it. Moreau watched the screen, a wild look on his face and excitement in his eyes. He moved towards Aubrey and behind her. He began to neck her as he watched the screen, very few words came from his mouth as the transformation seemed to be exciting Moreau and he was releasing that excitement on Aubrey.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:04 pm
Aubrey learned forward and started to watch the video. She frowned, honestly not liking to seeing people in pain. But it was facinating... and
what the hell..
Moreau had come up behind her and started to kiss at her neck and shoulders. Aubrey whimpered a bit. Does he honestly expeect me to be able to concentrate with him.... doing THAT
Aubrey tried to playfully bat him away (but not really), nuzzling back at him, doing her best to watch the screen, but quickly finding it hard to stay focused....
Dear Lord, is this actually turning you on?
.... wow, something tells me I should probably care.
...but I just don't seem to ... blaugh
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:08 pm
Moreau was in a way suprised by his own excitement. His expiriment was working his life's work was finally succeeding and this made him very very happy. The previous night with Aubrey had opened him emotionally to something that felt very comfortable, and something that gave him a way to vent this excitement.
The video slowed to real time as the clock it had on it showed it current, as both of them saw Ambrose pounding on the intercom hitting the 0 button. Just as Moreau had expected, he'd already set the system to foward.
Aubrey's radio phone began to make noise to alert her someone was trying to get through. "Get that love..." Moreau mumbled as he nibbled her ear. Of course he hadn't expected to be doing this to her when she recieved the call, but he just couldn't get himself to stop either. Moreau... was on top of the world.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:12 pm
Aubrey whined. She really didn't want to answer the phone.
Really, really really didn't...
With an overdramatic sigh, she smirked and pulled the phone from her handbag. "Hello, Doctor Lockheart speaking..." she couldn't help but giggle as she felt Moreau's tongue on her ear. She tried to pull away. How dsitracting blaugh
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:13 pm
Ambrose's fury was evident through his voice alone, if the image wasn't accompanying it furthering the picture.
He was still in his boxers, hadn't even bothered to get dressed. This was far too pressing.
"It's about ******** TIME" he snarled into the voicebox.
He could feel the fur hair on the back of his neck and shoulders prickling upwards.
"What in the HELL have you done to me?!" Ambrose yelled, his voice cracking.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:17 pm
Aubrey looked to the screen, trying to focus on the poor man instead of the gorgeous doctor trying to make out with her. Gah, not that she didn't want that, but she really felt selfish. Obviously Ambrose was a bit upset.
"Please - " she giggled again, "stop it, Doctor," she whipered, then cleared her thought. "Mister Ambrose, nice to hear from you. Nice boxers. Something the matter?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:19 pm
Moreau moved his lips up and his hands down. He blew softly into Aubrey's ear and whispered "No... you'll be fine. He'll be fine too..." Moreau grinned and resumed playing with Aubrey.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:19 pm
Ambrose's newly sensitive hearing picked up some subtexts going on and the hair pringled even more, the snarl on his lips deepening to a downright growl.
And Boxers?! How in the hell did she know he was wearing boxers? He looked around suspiciously. "Matter?! Matter!! IF you can ******** SEE me in my damned boxers then I would think you would KNOW someting was 'the matter'".
His hands balled to fists. "What in the HELL did you inject me with! TELL me this isn't supposed to have happened!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:22 pm
Aubrey did her best not to moan (too loudly) into the speaker.
"Huh....? Oh, oh, I'm sorry Mr. Ambrose.. but we're not at liberty to discuss that information... if you could...oh...oH! I mean, if you could maybe come down to the main building tomorrow I'd be happy to give you a physical if you're, ahh... ah.. concerned...."
Yes... something was defiantely, er, distracting the good lady doctor.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:25 pm
"Look" Ambrose said flatly. "I don't know what the hell is going on there that's more important than this. But I ******** grew hair. ALL OVER MY BODY! I think that that deserves a damend explanation!" Ambrose rarely lost control of his temper at all, and rarely swore - but he was livid. He was fully, 100% convinced that the conspiracty theories that they had been concocting not only were true, but barely scratched the surface. While Ambrose wasn't the most well versed in medicine, he knew that it couldn't result in some of the "side-effects" That he was noticing without some sort of deliberate intention. Especially the..... he loathed to label it inhis mind... the.... nub-thing.
"And more than that - MUCH more." He seethed "You told me this was temporary! I want this reversed - NOW!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:30 pm
Moreau's hands roamed in inapproiate places even as he heard Ambrose as well. "Careful bringing him into the main building, he sounds irrational... and I do believe this was experimental. Let him know love."
Moreau was never in his life the least bit brittish, but he found himself comfortable often talking like them (without an accent of course.) He kept his voice very low, he was aware that Ambrose's hearing should have been enhanced, still it was but the first stage in Ambrose's transformation, a transformation the rest of them would soon follow suit in. Oh yes, he was a genius... and Aubrey was right here with him, the only person who could pretend to be an equal of some kind. Perhaps it was good that things had turned out this way.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:35 pm
Aubrey squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, wiggling under Moreau's grasp. She was indeed bright red, and did her best to hurry Ambrose off the phone - though she doubted he would be easily placated,
"look, Mister Ambrose... increased hair growth is ah,... a relatively common side effect.. it should recide once the drugs are out of your system... but we can't know for sure, MIster Amrbose. This is experiemental. This is why we DO this..."
From the sound of it, Moreau seemed to be doing it for completely, uh, different reasons. But that was besides the point.
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