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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 11:27 pm
*She slides her arms around his neck as he lifts her, holding on to him tightly as she returns the kiss, pouring into it all the feelings that she doesn't know how to put to words*
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 11:34 pm
*Bard holds her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his. When their lips part, he whispers* I've lain awake nights lost in the thought of kissing you like that.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 11:44 pm
*Maggie blushes at the words, feeling her heart hammer in her chest.* I . . . *she sees her body start to flicker and fade, and looks at him, smiling in a sad sort of way* I wish I could just stay . . . *but by the time the words leave her mouth, she's vanished*
**Exit Maggie**
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 11:54 pm
*Bard lowers his now empty arms to his sides. Heart still beating fast in his chest, he stands there for a moment, still lost in the memory of her.*
*At last, he turns toward Room #22. Trying the door, he finds it unlocked for him. He enters his room, lies down on the bed and dares his dreams to be better than his memories.*
*Still feeling her lips against his own, he drifts off to sleep*
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 4:36 pm
*Bard wakes up. Sitting up and looking around he realizes he's still in the brink. That's right... he and Maggie.... He touches his fingertips to his lips and smiles*
*With a delighted laugh he rises off the bed, undressed, showers, then puts on a clean outfit from the room's wardrobe*
*He wanders out to the main room of the bar to see if anyone's around*
** Exit Bard to Main Room 364 **
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 11:50 pm
**Enter Mystina from the Brink Main Room 365**
*Walks down the halls, looking around at all of the numbers, and checks them all to see if any work, FINALLY finds one room that the door opens, and, lets out a little gasp, finding the room to look a lot like the room she slept in, in Faerie* Wow....
*Walks into it and looks at the bed, which, is comfortable, and, goes to the closet finding clothing, and goes to take a nice bath in a pool / pond of water, swimming and soaking in it, then applies scent to her body before pulling some clothing on and going back into the Brink Main Room*
**Exits back to the Brink Main Room 365**
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 10:43 am
Kara's room: Furnished to her delight, as she'd come to expect, her room is enormouse, with a king sized bed made of the finest and softest fibers. Everything is meticulously clean and scented to her liking. Rare, potted desert flowers adorn every counter top. Strange mechanical, transparent palm sized orbs create a glow all around the room. From the bed looms flowing fabric acting as a curtain all around the bed. There are fruits, and wines nearby. This is how Kara lives each day.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 10:54 am
*Sucking in a short breath, Luke stirred in bed. With a mighty, reverberating yawn, he stretches out his arm. The bed he'd lying upon is the softest surface he has ever, ever slept upon. He awakes from sleep at his leisure.... In fact, consciousness is so gentle with him that when Luke opens his eyes - he sincerely hasn't the first clue where he is.*
*Luke looks around at the plants and lights and.... His eyes fall upon Kara's sleeping form beside him.*
*His grin grows three sizes in a fraction of a second. Luke relaxes back against the mattress, placing his hands behind his head. Oh yeah..... Oh yeah, he remembers...*
*A satisfied smile edges across his face, and Luke lets out a looooong siiiiiigh.*
*Wow, he thinks. I must have died. Heaven is soft sheets, wine and fruit, and a goddess in bed.... In fact, Luke almost hopes he's dead. That would mean he could do it again tomorrow.*
*He gazes at Kara. Damn. The things she did to him. She is wild in the sack.... Kara laid on her side with her back facing Luke. A nineteen-year-old boy through and through - Luke's eyes intrusively studied her curves. Reaching over, he ran his hand along her bare midriff...*
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 11:05 am
:::Kara groaned when she felt something disturb her. She rolled over:::
Mmm...what? What is it...? :::She was heavy with sleep. Perhaps too tired to sound annoyed:::
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 11:09 am
*Luke smirked a little. Okay, maybe she didn't want morning nookie just yet.* Oh nothing... *He says somewhat playfully.* Just groping you again.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 11:12 am
:::She groaned again:::
This isn't cuddle time...I need my sleep. :::And she rolled back over::: Suddenly she rememberd who she was talking to, and where she really was. She couldn't fall back asleep. A minute later she rolled back around:::
:::yawning::: Mmnn... Do you wanna take a bath?
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 11:17 am
*At her grumbling, Luke's eyebrow quirked. Okay, note in check. Kara is also not a morning person...*
*At the second suggestion Luke's eyebrows raise. He went on his side to face her and smiled, in his basic devil-may-care fashion.*
Well that all depends. If by "bath" you mean, being with you in a tiny radius with nothing but water running down your naked body, then yes. I want to take a bath.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 11:20 am
:::She began to sit up, letting the covers fall off her:::
Yes, that's what I meant.
:::She sat on the edge of the bed, her hair falling down her bare back. She turned her head back to look at him, and she smile. She liked that they were on the same page. He certainly had no let her down:::
I like you...
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 11:30 am
*Luke smiled, pleased to the max by the response. Lucas Blaize....satisfying the female population one at a time....*
*jokingly* You see, I'm really not that bad, once you get to know me. In fact, the more we do -this-, the more you'll like me. *Luke was arrogant, of course, but there was a mischievous hilt to his wording and delivery.* But I should give you fair warning. If we do this too much more? I don't know. It might be too much to handle.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 11:33 am
:::Kara chuckled to herself as she walked to the middle of the room, where a large bason awaited. She knelt down and pressed something on the floor. It began to fill with steam and water:::
:::Turning back a moment later::: and when we do this more and more, you may find that it's the other way around...
:::she stuck out her hand and motioned with her finger:::
Now get out of bed...
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