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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 23:58:57 GMT -5
::After seconds...minutes, Pietro lost track, he parted from the contact. Not for air, so much as the sense of guilt and responsibility returning to him. Rossignol was injured, Wanda upstairs, Cured, ill, and miserable, and here he was taking from her. He would need to curb himself for them both.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 0:05:58 GMT -5
Ty opened her eyes when Pietro moved away from her, cursing her burns mentally now for more then one reason. "What is wrong, love?" In the time she'd spent with him, he'd never been the first to break contact, though she was not sure if that had to do with his skewed sense of timing or simply his manners towards women.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 0:12:09 GMT -5
::Now Pietro feared he had offended her, which hadn't been his intention. He simply did not feel as though this were fair to either her or Wanda, not with her injured and Wanda as miserable as she was. He had vowed to speak honestly with her, and thus he did, despite the complexities of his emotions.:: "I do not want to take advantage, and with Wanda upstairs..."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 0:17:20 GMT -5
She drew in a long breath. "Pietro...you aren't taking advantage of me. You know how I am about touch with you; the burns didn't change that." Placing her hand on his cheek, she ran her thumb over his lips. "And if you need to return to care for Wanda, then that's what you have to do."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 9:47:08 GMT -5
::Pietro turned his head, lips leaning into the touch of her thumb. If she knew what her touch did to him, how deeply he craved this contact...she would know why he needed to stop here.:: "Wanda doesn't want me right now, but how could I, with her in such pain?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 9:49:39 GMT -5
"Because everyone needs some sort of solace," Ty replied simply, going no further with her touch but not backing away either.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 10:23:28 GMT -5
::When Wanda was less miserable, Pietro told himself, then he could take solace. Not before then; it would be a betrayal, when he was the cause of her misery. Briefly, he brushed his lips across her thumb, a light kiss.:: "When we are all better..."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 12:14:39 GMT -5
"When we are all better," Ty echoed, her fingers leaving his cheek and lips to run along his jawline before she removed her hand completely. She was, she thought ruefully, in no position to argue at the moment, when something merely brushing her bandages hurt her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 12:33:40 GMT -5
::Pietro saw in her eyes what appeared to be a pained expression and he straightened.:: "Did I hurt you?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 12:39:52 GMT -5
"Mm-mm." She shook her head no. "Just regretting being burned right at this instant, for more then one reason."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 12:49:24 GMT -5
::Pietro believed that he understood; the burns left her vulnerable, pained, and in turn made him protective, which undoubtedly was a "mood" killer.:: "There is no benefit to being burned."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 14:38:27 GMT -5
"Particularly when it keeps you from doing something you want to do," she replied, arching an eyebrow.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 21:10:24 GMT -5
"Dare I ask?" ::Pietro replied, not quite an undertone of humor in his voice.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 21:13:58 GMT -5
Ty couldn't help it. "You already did, when you asked what I meant by pulling my hair."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 21:18:23 GMT -5
::Were Pietro in a more care-free mood, he would have smiled. Instead, he inclined his head, acknowledging the humor.:: "Point taken."
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