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 Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 3:34 pm
"I think I would have liked to see you after my invite." She murmured sleepily. "It's a shame I couldn't." But as he moved away, she was busy trying to hide the quiet satisfaction in knowing that Dawson's first injury at Deus was by her hand. Err, teeth. Nonetheless, she felt like she'd marked him, and flickered her wide eyes up at him with dangerous affection as she considered what that would mean. "I call you Mr. Grace because it is a lovely name, and that's the only name I want to call you. If you don't like the formality, then try to remember that I'm not being formal with you. In fact, I want to be the opposite of formal with you. I think I've made that point clear." But there was no budging, because as long as she was being honest with him, Dawson was going to be Mr. Grace to her, for a very long time. She stood up as he started to verbally backpedal his way out of her room, and watched him take his lunchbox back. A lunchbox. She still couldn't believe it. Her mouth twitched in a frown when he mentioned the Hershey's bar, and she shook her head in a sharp turn. "I don't like chocolate." She did. She loved chocolate. But now she hated it too. And she hated that she associated something so delicious and decadent, with so much pain. "I'd like that. If you stayed the night, next time. Or anytime. I'd really like to get to know you better, Dawson." Her lips twisted in a little smile. "Maybe one day you won't be so mean and turn me down so much. You're quite the blow to my ego, you know."
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 5:15 pm
He barked another laugh because it was hilarious. Dawson Grace, mean? Important enough to wound anyone's ego, let alone one like hers? Someone who could obviously obtain whatever she wanted otherwise? What a surreal day indeed. "Aww, really? Damn shame...Well, I'll know not ta getcha any fer Valetines or yer birthday, then," he noted with a nod. Then he checked the cut with his tongue as he stuffed the used tissue back with the rest. All good. "I'd like that too. 'Til next time, yeah?" Dawson smiled hopefully, in spite of everything. "Might bug ya with texts n' stuff 'til then s'a warnin', heh, I do that to everyone. Kinda helps time go through work." He hesitated, touched the brim of his cap, and then figured ah hell, opened his arms, and shamelessly fished for a goodbye hug. "One more for the road?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 9:08 pm
There was no stopping the heartbreak that flashed, raw and painful, across her face when he mentioned Valentine's Day. The day that was coming up fast. Ouch."Yeah." She exhaled, trying to recover from the dizzying lightheadedness. "That's a good idea." It was this last blow to her tender heart that made her fall, without hesitation, into the arms that were held out for her. She pressed against his chest, buried herself there, and plucked at the shirt he was wearing with needy little fingertips. She would let him hug her, and she would let herself enjoy it. She spared herself this moment, because the moment was all that she lived for. "Good night, Mr. Grace." She whispered into his stomach, before extracting herself from his very tempting hug. She turned him gently around, and patted his rear end. "Off you go, before I change my mind and never let you leave."
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 10:08 pm
Dawson hadn't been kidding when he said this was his preferred system of barter. Luckily for Maebe, he was too tired to try and lift her off the ground like he was tempted to, but his arms were as warm and welcoming as if she had never caused him pain or confusion in the first place. It didn't bother him in the least that she wasn't technically returning it--she hadn't before either and only seemed willing when it was on her terms alone.
He had just started the back rubbing when he found himself turned around, and he hopped forward with a small note of surprise at the touch. "Alright, alright, heh!" Dawson turned his head to look at her as he continued onward. He pulled at his cap and grinned even as he felt the tug of the new scab at his lip. "G'night n' sweet dreams, Mayb. I'll see ya around." And with that, he pocketed his hands alongside the tissues and went on his way.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 10:17 pm
"You will." She promised, her smirk playing coyly on her lips as she watched him walk away. She closed the door in front of her, locked it, and let the mask fall away. There was no smirk. There was no comfort. She stared at the door, and contemplated Dawson's existence with a frown of disappointment.
He was the kind of man that had the power to worm his way into her heart, if she'd let him. He reminded her of Shiloh, but without the safety net of homosexuality to save herself from caring in the wrong direction. No net existed that could save her from caring at all, so she carefully, with real effort, extracted herself from the moment she'd been living in.
She had to let that moment end.
She turned on her heel, and returned to her wardrobe. She needed a change of clothes. Badly.
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