She smiled a little, taking a step towards him as she tipped her head. "Last time you asked me to marry you it was a spur of the moment thing, Jag and I eloped, he insisted we get married and we did it the same day...just..just once...I want it to be special." She rested her hand on his chest, her brow furrowed as she thought that over. "It sounds kinda selfish but..I don't know. When I was younger I always dreamed of us having this special night and you asking me to marry you and me doing the whole teary excited yes and then us making love for the rest of the night...pictured a white dress and a church and all that. Now I know I can't get away with a white dress..." She laughed lightly. "...but a ring would be nice." -- RD Future: County Hospital

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Date Posted: Wed, Dec 21 2005, 6:52pm PST
Author: Skye
Subject: She smiled a little, taking a step towards him as she tipped her head. "Last time you asked me to marry you it was a spur of the moment thing, Jag and I eloped, he insisted we get married and we did it the same day...just..just once...I want it to be special." She rested her hand on his chest, her brow furrowed as she thought that over. "It sounds kinda selfish but..I don't know. When I was younger I always dreamed of us having this special night and you asking me to marry you and me doing the whole teary excited yes and then us making love for the rest of the night...pictured a white dress and a church and all that. Now I know I can't get away with a white dress..." She laughed lightly. "...but a ring would be nice."
In reply to: Niko 's message, "(He was humming a song that had been on the radio on the way to the hospital even when they had been settled into a consultation room. The nurse had come in and taken Skye's weight, blood preasure, temp and other readings and then left the two of them to wait for the doctor. He had started to get bored and that damn song was stuck in his head, so after a few seconds silence.. he started humming. He looked the picture of calm and cool, in faded jeans and a black wool sweater, his hair a few weeks past due for a trim and a few days worth of growth shadowing his face. He tapped his left hand on his knee as he hummed, getting into the song, his eyes wandering the room and the many instruments and diagrams.)" on Tue, Dec 20 2005, 9:03pm PST

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(He understood her then, and the releif that poured through him like holy water made him smile. If she wanted romance and lovemaking and a ring and even the white dress, then damnit he would make it happen. She deserved it for putting up with him, he supposed.. and he wanted it for her too, he realized. He swept her into his arms and turned around before setting her down and kissing her.) OKay then, amante.. special is what you'll have. (He tugged her hair and picked up their jackets before opening the door to let them out.) And I think you could definitely get away with a white dress. (He said with a husky laugh.. he would pound anyone who said otherwise.) (NT) -- Niko, Wed, Dec 21 2005, 7:10pm PST