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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 7:31 pm
*Luke's sprawled out on his stomach on Kara's huge bed, naturally no part of him touches her. He's lightly snoring.*
*In the midst of a dream, he jerks and snorts awake. Half-awake, Luke blinks his bleary eyes, caked with grit. He reaches up and rubs his eyes with his fingers... He sniffs and squinting, looks around. A look of pure confusion douses his face. Luke sits up, and for a moment, he honestly can't remember where the hell he is....*
*It hits him. In rapid succession, he remembers Maggie's entrance after her fight with the Seraphim, the threat against Will's life, how Kara traipsed in and completely disregarded the whole thing.*
*Luke's eyes blot back shut. And then, he remembers the fight. Kara reached up to slap him. Luke remembers slamming his tongue into her mouth, the sex, how he would have done anything to rid himself of the rage....*
*Luke's now sitting up, his legs draped over the side of the bed. He's holding his head in his hand...*
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 7:48 pm
:::Kara is still sleeping, but at the suboncious feeling of motion in her bed, she rolls over...and takes the rest of the covers with her:::
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 8:02 pm
*Luke looks over his shoulder to see Kara's body sprawled out, entwined in the bedcovers. He looks her up and down.... despite himself, appreciatively. He sighs and shakes his head a little... She would steal all the covers. He thinks childishly - she took almost all the pillows too...*
*Grumbling to himself, Luke groggily climbs to his feet. He staggers forward, scratching his head. He pulls on his jeans and grabs his socks. He starts to walk out...and as he does, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.*
*Luke takes a step back. He looks at himself... His hair is a mess, splintering all around in different directions. He still has sleep sand in his eyes. He just looks exhausted.*
*Luke turns away. He yawns, stretching his arms, and leaves Kara asleep on the bed....*
*Exit to Main Room.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 8:40 pm
*Maggie sleeps deeply for some time, too drained to even dream. Eventually, though, she begins to shift a little, murmering incoherently. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up, a bit unfocused as she recalls where she is and how she got there* Wha . . . ?
*But then the events of the previous day come rushing back to her, she sucks in a sharp breath and jerks upright into a sitting position*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 8:44 pm
*Bard reaches out and rests his hand on Maggie's arm. He half-expected this reaction from her* It's all right love. It's all right. Everything's fine now.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 8:47 pm
*Bard's hand on her arm draws her back into the moment. She rests her hand over his, closing her eyes and breathing out slowly, willing her heart to stop racing* Oh, thank heaven . . .
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 8:56 pm
*Bard squeezes her arm* You've been asleep for hours. Are you feeling better?
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 9:01 pm
*Maggie opens her eyes to look at him and nods slowly* Aye . . . . *And she does look better. Kal's medicine has helped some, but more than anything else, having had a good cry and a good rest has done her a world of good. She seems a bit upset yet but a great deal more composed than before* . . . thank ye for staying with me . . .
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 9:09 pm
You don't need to thank me for that. *he chuckles softly* I wasn't about to leave you all alone.
*he caresses her cheek, where K's medicine has already healed her scratches so that they're barely visible* I must admit, I like watching you sleep.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 9:24 pm
*Maggie flushes slightly. Now that she's calmer, it's starting to sink in that she's alone with him in his room. On his bed. She clears her throat softly* Ye . . . ehm . . . that is . . .
*and then she sighs a little. After everything that happened with the Seraphim she just doesn't have it in her to stay too flustered*
I'm grateful te have had ye here with me, I . . . I felt . . . after the Seraphim, I . . . *she pauses to sort out what she's trying to say, then continues* I didna realize how much I needed te see ye, until I did . . .
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 9:31 pm
*Bard blushes slightly* That... that means a lot to me. You don't know how much.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 9:39 pm
*Maggie raises her hand to gently trace the edge of his face. Once again she is struck by how grateful she is to have survived.* I . . I'm amazed, sometimes, by how much I feel for ye . . *she murmers, as much to herself as to him, and then leans forward to brush her lips against his*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 9:46 pm
*Bard returns the kiss tenderly. He draws closer to her, shifting from his chair to the edge of the bed. He twines his arms around her and kisses her again*
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 9:55 pm
*Enter Luke from the Main Room*
*Luke walks down the hallway. First, he knocks on Maggie's door, but upon opening it, he finds it to be empty. Memory prompts him, and he remembers Bard carrying her out of the room. He must have taken her to his room.*
*Luke finds Bard's door. He knocks on it and cracks it open a little... To see Bard and Maggie makin out.... again.*
*Intones a barely audible "oops" and juts back, hoping that he can disappear back behind the door without being seen.*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 10:03 pm
*Maggie slides her arms around Bard to hold him tightly as they kiss, getting lost in the feeling of his mouth against hers . . . that is, until her mind registers the sound of a knock, and the door opening*
*She pulls back, her sense of self-awareness rushing back to her in full-force this time, and turns decidedly red as she looks over to see who it is who's now trying to slip back out unnoticed* . . . Luke . . .
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