| Subject: but... but... I just bathed! I'm cootie-free! |
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Deangelo
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Date Posted: 11:24:02 03/15/05 Tue
In reply to:
Max
's message, "::cooties!::" on 18:09:05 03/14/05 Mon
If a torrent of thought raced through her mind, only one instinct sounded in his. Couldn't they just focus on the first of her feelings, 'trivial' and 'childish' as they might be? Arguably, there was nothing more childish than waiting for a love that could not/would not be. Forget Zeth, hmm? What did the identity of a lover matter so long as soft voices and hands were offered for as little as an evening? Though he made it a habit of not prying into others' minds, he sensed her discontent as clearly as if she had spoken out and he lowered his head to almost rest against the one at his shoulder. Almost. But not quite. Give her a moment. Steady the nerves. Quiet the conscience. Rest against her warmth for as long as she allowed. For all his daring disposition, he was clever enough to realize without even thinking that rape was not an option in this case. Oh no, not in this unfamiliar environment with a horde of others entertaining themselves somewhere in the apartment. Not with the effort it would take to overpower a female as feisty as this one. Instead, he simply stood as she did, sifting through the signals she gave him. Heh. 500 years and he still made no pretense to understand the female mind. Hands still at her hips, a thumb grazed her side to quietly remind her of his presence, to act perhaps as a comfort as he brushed a wordless sense of inquiry against her thoughts. What was wrong? Why had she stopped? Had he done something wrong? His interest was, afterall, in moving her to ecstasty(as doing so to her would do the same for him), not abandoning her to misery as a certain somebody in her mind had done. Okay, so honestly, come the next rise of the moon, he intended they would part ways. Strictly a relationship based on pleasure. Open, honest, none of the wishy-washy lovey-doviness that made life so difficult. Unless, of course, she wanted a Round 2. He would hang around for that. Though Round 1 was looking unlikely at the moment...
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