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Post by Typhoid on Jan 10, 2008 22:45:45 GMT -5
"Thank you for being with me," she said simply, meaning more then just his presence at the time.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 11, 2008 23:37:21 GMT -5
::Pietro's fingers curled around hers, encouraging her to move closer to him. That evening had been cut short by dual responsibilities, to his sister that he not take such happiness while she was miserable, and to the mansion to remain awake while Magneto resided there. However, the time he had spent with her, the intimacy had been ambrosial. When he spoke, it was blunt not poetic, and thus he had not been able to communicate how beautiful he found her body. Like an angel bared before him, the soft milkiness of her skin. And that had only been with her top bare. The memory danced in his mind.:: "Thank you for allowing me."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 11, 2008 23:45:55 GMT -5
Tilting her body into him, she brushed his lips softly. "The invitation is always open."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 11, 2008 23:51:38 GMT -5
::Pietro leaned into the brush of lips, returning the light kiss. He knew on one level that the invitation was open and was grateful for it. Yet it would not stop him from asking permission when the time came.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 12, 2008 0:04:45 GMT -5
She brushed his hair back with her free hand, shivering slightly as a breeze picked up. "It's getting colder."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 12, 2008 0:06:23 GMT -5
"It is winter," ::Pietro said, tilting his head so her fingers had better access. Wanda had played with his hair yesterday, after he gave her the news. The temperature did not bother him; he had high tolerance, a result of running with the wind and his years traveling colder European climates.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 12, 2008 0:09:12 GMT -5
She chuckled. "That is generally obvious," she said, teasing gently, her fingers still brushing his hair back as the breeze knocked it out of place. "I should be used to it by now."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 12, 2008 0:12:04 GMT -5
::Her touch was soothing, as Wanda's was. Pietro continued to lean into her fingers.:: "No winter is the same. And it's trying to snow."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 12, 2008 0:15:40 GMT -5
She grumbled wordlessly at that. "Just what we need. I wish we could talk Storm into making it go away."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 12, 2008 0:17:13 GMT -5
::Pietro did not mind the snow. Apart from reminding him of home, it had natural benefits.:: "She's keeping the major storms at bay. The rest is ours to cope with."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 12, 2008 0:21:47 GMT -5
Ty nodded grudgingly, moving her fingers from his hair to brush his cheek before lowering her hand. "Either way, I should go inside and find something warmer to wear."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 12, 2008 0:25:33 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly; warm clothing could not be appreciated enough.:: "We could have breakfast inside, where it is warm."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 12, 2008 0:26:55 GMT -5
She nodded. "I can see if I can do well enough at making bacon and eggs."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 12, 2008 0:30:37 GMT -5
"I can make it," ::Pietro offered. He knew how to prepare both well; there was no need for her to risk her pride.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 12, 2008 0:35:41 GMT -5
She shook her head, smiling a little. "You always buy dinner. Let me at least make breakfast."
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