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Post by Typhoid on Jan 13, 2008 22:32:03 GMT -5
"'Random Green Lights in New York- UFO theorists claim aliens are among us'," Ty said, envisioning the headlines. "Page 6 for details." She was in a good mood, the time away from the Mansion and solely with Pietro having it's effect.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 13, 2008 22:35:52 GMT -5
"Idiotic, but harmless," ::Pietro addressed the nature of the press. He could handle that far easier on justification grounds.:: "Let them have their aliens."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 13, 2008 22:49:09 GMT -5
"I just find it funny. I'd probably be the type that buys the National Inquirer if I thought it was worth the money," she replied.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 13, 2008 22:54:20 GMT -5
::Pietro would not; he could think of dozens of better uses for the money it would cost.:: "We are different that way."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 13, 2008 22:57:43 GMT -5
She chuckled, moving back closer to him now that her power was fully out of the air, her hand reaching to brush his cheek, a gesture both familiar and meaningful. "I suppose, but that isn't something I mind much."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 13, 2008 23:07:03 GMT -5
::Pietro turned his cheek, leaning into the touch. Her touch was addictive.:: "Nor I."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 13, 2008 23:18:35 GMT -5
Her thumb brushed his lips, trying to find something to say in reply, and she said the first thing that she felt. "I love you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 13, 2008 23:28:54 GMT -5
"I love you," ::Pietro replied, his arms wrapping around her body, drawing her closer to him.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 13, 2008 23:46:07 GMT -5
She leaned into the curve of his body, resting her head against his chest, letting herself slide into the feeling of safety, of simply being held, smelling the scent of his aftershave. It was rare that they did this, outside of her bedroom, rarer still that he would initiate the embrace. The fact he had pleased her, allowed her to accept the fact that he understood she would not reject such a thing.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 14, 2008 12:48:06 GMT -5
::Pietro considered the top of this building, where they could not be seen and were nothing more than a silhouette to be a more private setting than most. It granted freedom he otherwise did not have. Their constant conversations on the topic had assured him that she desired him as he did her, and their closeness set him at ease, similar to being with Wanda. He rested his chin atop her head, arms tightened around her.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 14, 2008 15:01:18 GMT -5
"I take back what I said earlier- we SHOULD do this more often," she murmured.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 14, 2008 17:13:35 GMT -5
::Pietro shifted his head, so he could look at her as he spoke.:: "Stand atop roofs?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 14, 2008 21:28:23 GMT -5
She chuckled. "Go out."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 14, 2008 21:30:39 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly, agreeing.:: "We should. With Magneto gone, we can."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 14, 2008 21:45:13 GMT -5
"I hope he stays that way, then," she replied, moving away just slightly but still remaining in his arms.
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