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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 21:04:45 GMT -5
She heard his voice behind her from where she was crouched, took a deep breath and stood, turning around to face him. He had returned her smile, before she'd allowed everything to dissolve- it was a rare thing to see, and made her smile again as well. Her skin still pained her; no power use would take that away, but at least now it was down to a manageable level, hopefully low enough to be at least ignored, if not forgotten. 'Yes, I do." She wanted to throw her arms around his neck, but couldn't, not when she wasn't wearing gloves. Her coat and gloves were where she'd left them, she went to put them back on.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 21:13:20 GMT -5
::Pietro took a few steps forward, gratified that she felt better, although not recovered.:: "Good."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 21:16:58 GMT -5
With her coat and gloves on, she crossed the last few steps towards him, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, as she'd wished to do. "It is. Thank you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 21:18:40 GMT -5
::Pietro leaned forward, bending his neck so she could better reach him.:: "Don't thank me."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 21:21:00 GMT -5
She tightened the embrace briefly, then drew back to cup his cheek in her palm. "You always say that."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 21:21:44 GMT -5
::Pietro turned his head, so his cheek would brush against her grazing fingertips.:: "Yes, I do."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 21:27:03 GMT -5
"I'm sorry to put you through this," she said, honestly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 21:29:32 GMT -5
::Pietro turned his head again, brushing his lips against her fingers through the cloth of her gloves.:: "Don't apologize."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 21:33:50 GMT -5
She gently rubbed her gloved thumb over his lips, wondering with a pang if she'd be able to do so again without gloves, and then pushing the thought aside. "I love you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 21:35:44 GMT -5
::He caressed the tips of her glove with his lips. One hand reached out to clasp hers.:: "I love you too."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 21:42:24 GMT -5
She twined fingers with his, lowering her hand from his lips reluctantly, wishing she could kiss him but knowing that wasn't possible. "And I think I just permanently destroyed the playground," she said, smiling a little in slight humor.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 21:43:53 GMT -5
::Pietro turned to examine the destruction around them. These cars had gone, but there would be more.:: "Scrap metal is a thriving industry. There'll be more."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 21:55:26 GMT -5
"I suppose." She looked a little rueful. "I think the Danger Room is going to be visited more often, so I don't have to do this every day."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 21:58:07 GMT -5
"I doubt anyone would mind," ::Pietro replied. The Danger Room wasn't occupied all hours of the day, and it would be a service to her and the others to let her use it.::
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 21:59:32 GMT -5
"As long as I don't kill the equipment," she replied, with another rueful look.
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