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Post by Roy O'Garou on Mar 9, 2006 22:16:52 GMT
smiling
I think so, but maybe you need to tell me again
he drifts one hand a bit lower
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Post by Sharon on Jun 13, 2006 23:29:42 GMT
a low, soft moan escapes from her as he reaches a muscle that is quite tense
Quite, one of the reasons I fell in love with you as a matter of fact.
she reaches her arms back, hoping to touch any part of him, just touching him always made her feel better, put her mind at ease. She knew that no matter what, she could always depend on him, that he would be her for her through all the bad crap that could possibly happen. Hell's bells, he knew she was a wolf and still loved her
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Jun 14, 2006 1:44:57 GMT
he lovingly continues his ministrations
You're so sweet, you know
he kisses her on the forehead
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Post by Sharon on Jun 15, 2006 0:57:50 GMT
she smirks
Am I now? Isn't that a wonderful thing to say, all together?
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Jun 16, 2006 1:50:22 GMT
Hopefully for a long time to come too
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Post by Sharon on Jun 16, 2006 17:47:35 GMT
an expression of bewilderment crosses her face as she turns to him
And just what might ye be thinkin by that remark?
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Jun 19, 2006 2:05:54 GMT
Thinking nothing for I know I cannot see a future without you beside me
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Post by Sharon on Jun 19, 2006 2:32:08 GMT
she smiles, her moment of panic passing
Nor can I see, or imagine, a future without you by my side.
she leans back, laying against him and closes her eyes
I'm so tired. Do you think we could take a wee nap before we go find my da?
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Jun 19, 2006 2:41:28 GMT
worry crosses his face that.. person/thing won't come back?
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Post by Sharon on Jun 19, 2006 2:45:24 GMT
I honestly don't know. But I'm sooo tired. I feel like I swum the channel.
a large yawn escapes from her, and she moves down, curling up in his lap like a puppy
So tired....
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Jul 11, 2006 11:49:15 GMT
As she slides he picks her up and carries her to the bed, where he has no choice but to sit as she wraps herself around him
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Post by Sharon on Aug 17, 2006 12:23:58 GMT
she looks at him, needing his comfort, his touch more than anything at this moment in time. she reaches up and brings her lips to his
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 5, 2006 0:01:23 GMT
After responding to the kiss, he pulls back slightly
Sleep, I'll stand watch, and try to wake you if something happens
he strokes her cheek sofly
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Post by Sharon on Dec 24, 2006 22:10:55 GMT
she curls up in bed, her mind racing, but exhausted. she soon falls asleep, and walks the world of dreams. Thoughout them, she continues to see the eyes, forever haunting her
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Jan 2, 2007 13:50:47 GMT
He sits there sitting watch for something that he cannot hope to control, hoping he doesn't fall asleep during the night
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Post by Sharon on Jan 2, 2007 13:54:45 GMT
In her sleep, she reaches out for him, her comfort. her dreams continue to be restless, those eyes forever haunting her, following her, where ever her dreams flow to.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Jan 3, 2007 23:06:46 GMT
He caresses her cheek & strokes her hair, hoping he's helping..
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Post by Sharon on Feb 18, 2007 23:16:57 GMT
she awakes the next morning, and turns to find Roy sleeping peacefully beside her. A smile crosses her lips as she realizes that it was probably because of him that her dreams went well the night before. No haunting eyes, no disembodied voice, nothing. Sliding out of bed, she creeps downstairs to cook breakfast, wanting to do something nice for him.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Feb 19, 2007 1:38:21 GMT
He rolls over, then realises something's missing and wakes abruptly; worried something happened after he fell asleep. He looks around serching for signs of damage before heading out the room, ignoring the aroma of cooking slowly drifting up the stairs
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Post by Sharon on Feb 20, 2007 17:51:05 GMT
she has the griddle cooking eggs, bacon and sausage. Her black hair is pulled back into a pony tail, as she tries to get the toast to come out perfect
Crap
she mutters as another slice comes out too dark. Would she ever figure out the setting on this thing? Her bare feet patter across the floor as she looks for plates and silverware.
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