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 Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 3:34 pm
"That one? Uh, Momma got it fer me sometime," he replied with a smile, leaving the food behind to join her in the blanket pile. He pat the aforementioned pillow proudly. "Don' remember from where...S'real fluffy, yeah?" A pause, and then, "So, uh, be honest: ya have a decent time?" Dawson scratched his chin self-consciously.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 4:55 pm
Chel moved over enough to where Dawson could join her, and pushed herself against his side when he was settled. She fit there rather well considering Dawson was huge and like a big pillow for her.
"Yeah, 'course I did Fabio~" she purred, "It was real thoughtful and ya even dunked in the ocean for me. Dunno what else I coulda asked for. 'Cept maybe that horse." Chel cracked a smile and scooted up until she was nearly touching noses with Dawson. "How 'bout you big guy?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 5:08 pm
"Good, awesome." He couldn't hide his relief well at all, nor the warmth riding to his ears and cheeks. "T'be honest, I think I shoulda done more," though they were impeded by Chel's bracelet, "y'know, dinner n' a movie like a lotta people like ta do, or shadow squashin' like we talked 'bout, but, well, m'glad y'think so!" Dawson beamed. "I had a good time too. Still havin' a good time. Ain't nothin' better than some warm cuddlin' in winter, yeah?" He hesitated, then dared to lift his arm and wind it around her waist rather than her shoulders. "S-So, uh, where's that secret ya promised me, huh?" he teased,
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 8:47 pm
The hand moved down to the small of her back and Chel didn't flinch. It might have been a good thing (was she comfortable? At ease?) or it might have been a bad thing (had she really grown SO used to this ...)
"I thought the question was what is my secret." Her own hand snaked around his ear to pull off his hat and hang it over the side of her bed. "Now you're asking where hm?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 9:02 pm
"Aww, c'mon, darlin'." He lightly drummed his fingers against her, smiled patiently, for once wasn't preoccupied with the state of his hat. "Ya heard mine n' s'been yer turn fer a while. Don' leave a guy hangin' now!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 11:05 pm
Chel's fingers treaded lightly down a lock of his hair, threading the black mess between her fingers in what could have been a romantic gesture, had she not been dawning a malicious smile.
"Yer beggin'- s'a nice sound," she cooed. "I guess ya earned it." She tried to think up a good secret- most of them didn't feel very "good" to her, since they were things she would blurt out naturally.
It came in a hushed tone, and all at once. "I don't actually-" Then her voice faltered and she said, "s**t, I can't say any ah that with the-" She looked over to the metal that was inches from Dawson's face, eyes widened in a panicked way. Suddenly the severity of a bomb in her wrist was made very, very real for her.
Her hand snapped off his hair and she cupped it to her stomach. "I- I been workin' on a golem project," she choked out, as though talking about work would somehow satiate the metallic demon attached to her. "I haven't told most people yet- I'm gonna go try and hang out with Halloween, try and figure out their weaknesses and s**t." She scooted down to put her nose in his collarbone and said, "Sorry s'not very good. I don't keep a ton ah secrets. You can ask me 'bout anything though, I'll spill- I will I swear it."
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 11:18 pm
He leaned in when she began but frowned with concern as he glanced at the bracelet with her. Bomb, he remembered; stupid of him to forget that existed. Dawson winced a little as her fingers jerked his hair (shaggy as it was), but he kept his arm around Chel and squeezed her closer, trying to offer what solace he could for a situation he only knew half about. "That sounds like a lotta work," he commended her. "M'only a rookie, but if I can help any, y'let me know?" He offered a weak smile. "Gotta be a good knight in shinin' armor, yeah?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 11:28 pm
"Maybe I'll let you come along," she teased. Knight in shining armor just made her think of the conversations she'd shared with Jack about being a knight and saving her from the horsemen back in the desert (of course, her comments had been in jest, to insult, but regardless ...). There was a pause as she put her lips against his neck- not pushing anything, just resting there for a moment while she gathered her thoughts.
Dawson was warm, and gentle, and as she rose and fell with his chest, it was nice to be encompassed in it for a moment. "Ah- I got a real good secret." She stirred, moving her mouth off his neck and instead squishing her cheek into his chest again so she could talk. "I'm still real afraid of lightning. And the dark. And teeth. And I never really been on a plane before- m'not scared, I just never been. Oh- needles, needles too. I want a million piercings and tattoos, but I scream when they get near." She caught her breath as she realized she had listed quite a few more things than she'd known she was afraid of. Worst yet, three of the things on her list hadn't existed before Deus. "And normal stuff like bein' alone and abandoned I guess." Not death though. "I'm more of a wimp than I thought, damn ..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 11:44 pm
He prayed she couldn't hear or feel his heartbeat rising.
"Y-Yeah?" he said, cautiously moving his other arm around her, locking his hands together loosely at her back. "Well, uh, yer with the biggest wimp've 'em all, sawry." Dawson smiled like it was something to be proud of. "Stuff like that scares me too. Buddies had ta get me drunk off my a** ta get my tat; ain't messin' with a needle sober, know what m'sayin'? But, s**t ya not, I pissed m'self when I saw my shadow once. Jumped n' yelled n' errythin'."
To be fair, when he had started to see shadows period moving on their own, his own had quickly become suspect.
"Mean, ya been here fer a while: ya seen things, fought s**t, got a cool scar. That ain't a mark a wuss if ya ask me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 12:00 am
"Guess that means I gotta be yer lady knight," she responded, breathing against his skin and itching to take it farther.
The announcement of a tattoo perked her up. "Tattoo? Show show!" She brushed past his compliment. She didn't want to talk about her scars, physical or otherwise.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 12:19 am
"Nu-uh, I called knightin' around first," he argued, suddenly very, very aware that A Good Fake Real Date still required a kiss, and it started sweeping his thoughts away: if he leaned against the pillows just a little--
Bashful, Dawson tugged at his shirt collar with both hands, revealing the tattoo on his collarbone and a bit of chest hair: three roses and their thorny entwining vines stretching out towards his shoulders. "I know, s'a cliche," he pre-empted Chel with a growing self-consciousness that wasn't just from the anecdote he was about to share. "I-I, uh... got it fer a girl back home. Anna Marie Rose. Used t'go out on n' off. Gal never really kept her mind on things, so I told her, said I could prove how much she meant t'me. So I got a rose tattoo." He sighed and let his shirt go, slumping. "Y'can laugh; that's what she did when I showed her."
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 12:25 am
She scooted a bit outwards so he could lift his shirt up and watched as the rose revealed itself. "S'beautiful," she said softly, with an envious lilt to her voice. Her tiny fingers reached out to touch the rose, as though if she pressed too hard, Dawson would instantly shattered.
"M'not gonna laugh. Feelings're important." Did she think Dawson's display was disgustingly naive? Yes. Was she going to make fun of him for it? Never.
But that left a question hanging in the air. "And what happened to you and Anna Rose?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 12:43 am
Something anxious filtered into his expression. "Oh, Anna Marie? She, uh..." His hands twitched and he longed to just snatch his hat off the bedpost and cover his face again. "Well, we broke up a while back," he lied, dropping his gaze. "N' now it don't matter 'cause m'supposed t'be dead, yeah? But I wish--I wish I coulda been able t'go back, y'know, tell her I ain't some backwater idiot stuck in retail no more. I-I got a real job now, savin' people, huntin' things." Neither of which he had done to that point.
His throat started to hurt. He swallowed and looped his arms around Chel again, fingers fingers drifting along her back, tracing a small circle with his thumb. Touch. Noise. Warmth. Do Not Remember Now.
"Can I stay the night?" he asked, glancing up at Chel hopefully. "Just...gotta be not alone right now."
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 12:47 am
Chel answered his question by putting her lips on his gently. An odd tempo when her usual rhythm was shirts off and bodies rolling. She thought that might break Dawson.
Not that she was opposed if he offered.
"Anytime, cowboy," she murmured while her hands played with the edge of his shirt. "M'sorry I brought it up,"
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 1:06 am
He was predictable: stunned, then quietly eager in return, pulling her closer as a hand slid up her back. He missed this, he missed significant human contact that didn't involve missions or work or Scary Things. Something normal. Normal like hearing his mother's voice in his head, scolding him for thinking about more than hats coming off, then scolding him more because haha coming.
Dawson's smile was dazed and boyish. "Naw, s'okay. Heroes gotta...make sacrifices n' all that..." Something inspiration in his head failed to translate to his mouth. The remedy was to lean in for another kiss, a gamble he couldn't resist now that they were there.
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