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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 6:54 pm
"That was usually the case, yeah. Civ stuff. This one is too, but, no Taym this time to drag me down." Nothing about the way her voice sounded, made it seem like she truly thought Taym dragged her down. In truth, she was a little nervous. A solo mission made her feel like a kid again, unsure and untested. "So maybe you can show me that stash when I get back."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 7:04 pm
"Sounds like a plan, yer grace." His cheese puffs were safe yet. But it was hard to ignore how nervous she had to be about this; hell, he'd been anxious on missions with two other people, he couldn't imagine doing one on his own.
"Yer Supreme," Dawson offered in reassurance. "You got this. Just remember: you come home to junk food afterwards." The best reward indeed. "I'd toss in a bourbon bacon bouquette f'I could, too, since I've kinda owed you that fer how long now..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 7:13 pm
"I am Supreme." She repeated, trying to convince herself of what he believed in her. Her eyes rounded to saucers for a moment when he mentioned the bacon bouquet, but then she realized he was regretfully admitting he couldn't provide it this time, and tried not to show how crushed she was about it. Instead, she looked around, desperate for something, anything to get her mind off of her anxiety over the mission. She'd told him she was leaving, and that was all that mattered. He'd be waiting here for her, when she returned. Well, not here, exactly. She wasn't that lucky. "Hey." She murmured, her lips twisting in a small, devious little smile. "Do you want to roomsit while I'm gone? Comfy bed.. all yours.. you don't even have to worry about me stealing the blankets or trying to get you to give in to my wanton, lustful needs at night."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 8:02 pm
He might have thought it an odd offer before all this mess, considering it was just a dorm and well within safety, but Dawson didn't need a moment to think before he bobbed his head. Maybe he'd just gotten a little used to it when he did his periodic drop bys on America's house. Maybe the offer of a comfy bed and light were gifts he couldn't afford to say no to right now. Or maybe he just really liked feeling useful, regardless of what capacity it was in. It was filling spaces in an empty room, and that meant more here than he ever would have thought.
"F'you need me to. Dawson's Doorman Services got the best rates on the island," he joked.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 8:40 pm
She turned around and hugged him with one arm, nestling into the cradle of a hold he wasn't offering, but would eventually come if she beckoned for it. It always did. "You're hired." She informed him, closing her eyes to cherish the warmth he always made.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 8:48 pm
Sure as the sun rising, he pulled her in, kissed her hair, and cradled her close. It was only now starting to hit him what it was going to mean, to be sitting alone in someone else's room again, waiting and praying until they came back with no guarantees of any of it going right every step of the way. Or if who came back was still going to be Maebe.
God damn it s**t, her paranoia was starting to leak in.
"How you plan on payin' me?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 8:56 pm
She turned her head up just enough to look at him, one eyebrow rising just a hint higher than the other, and left the moment silent, because it gave her time to think of all the ways she could have paid him back, if he'd ever let her. And it was nice to dream.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 9:22 pm
He let the silence stretch on until he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, as he did set himself up for that one.
"You come back in one piece," Dawson told the inches of floor by Maebe's face before he could really think too hard about it, "n' we talk about it."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 9:32 pm
She did not look terribly convinced, but it always felt so good when he made it seem like maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as uninterested as she convinced herself of after all. She patted his chest, and put her head back down on his shoulder, still speechless if only because a look had told him everything he needed to know - and his answer was all she needed. Of course she was going to come back safely. She was Supreme. She had reasons to keep fighting. The squeeze of her hand over his was a gentle reminder that she appreciated just how important he was.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 11:21 pm
It felt a little too much like she was just agreeing for the sake of agreeing (bless your heart), but it was better than saying no. A lot better than asking are you sure?
"You mind if I stay over t'night, 'fore you go off?" he asked at some point when the white noise had died down a bit.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 11:12 am
"I would have been super disappointed if you didn't." Her comfortable mumble vibrated the words into his skin, refusing to really move once she was this settled. "I need to stock up on cuddles before I go. So I have enough to spare when I'm lonely." She burrowed her face into his side, as if to begin her stockpiling, but in the end she got too excited and bit down on his side with a little too much force to just be playful. It was a bad habit that she wasn't going to be breaking, anytime soon.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 6:41 pm
The side of his face not near Maebe scrunched in quiet pain. "You gonna stock up on chewing me too, Jaws?" Dawson winced affectionately. "I might have a lil' problem with that."
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 5:54 pm
She picked up his hand, placed it on her lips, and then bent one finger and gnawed gently on it. "I'm sorry." She muffled out, without the least bit of contrition in her voice. "I'll be gentle."
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 8:58 pm
N' that," he noted with a bark of laughter, "is definitely what she said." Because he couldn't help himself, no matter what he ended up setting himself up for. Daddy Daws jokes. Sexual innuendo. Awkwardness. Heartache.
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