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milliways_bar2006-10-01 02:08 pm
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Okay, he's back. Jittery, (though he knows better than to show it,) and watching the bar from a place in the corner (where he can have his back to a wall) and fingers curled tight around his glass.
But he is here.
But he is here.
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He sounds utterly amused.
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She grins, bites lightly at his jaw.
"Should all be in the same place, dear. I'll even find my miserable little sister, drag her by the ear - have a grand time of it."
Oh, family.
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Not that he's seen.
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Probably not, but she'd like to think so.
A dismissive roll of dark eyes.
"My children are more terrifying."
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He's bloody curious.
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"I'll bring the little one - even put a bow on him for you."
She's an excellent mother ... really.
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He snorts.
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"Bake you cookies and everything, dear."
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He nips, gently.
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She laughs, a low rumble of noise, and curls her fingers at the nape of his neck.
"Though the chocolate bit does sound promising."
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He doesn't tear his attention away from her throat.
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"Sounds lovely."
A smirk.
"Not in front of the children, yes?"
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She's his kink.
He doesn't say, it should be obvious.
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"Good to know, dear."
She runs fingers down his sides and leans down to pull him into a kiss.
It's rather clear that he's hers right back.
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"I would like to see them try."
She knows they could - but that's entirely besides the point.
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He can't keep his hands off her.
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She sighs against his shoulder in an utterly resigned manner, following the breath with a quick bite.
"As long as they do not put us in separate cells, dear. Would be dreadfully boring."
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The risk isn't worth taking.
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She slides out of the seat easily, waits and arcs her brow.
"Chocolate, dear?"
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He slides arms around her, and lifts her bodily, sweeping her legs out from under her and carrying her cheerfully towards the door.
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"What have I told you about my walking abilities, dear?"
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In all the best ways.
He kicks the door to his home open with his foot, and turns sideways so her head doesn't connect with the frame.
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She grumbles mildly for a few short moments, then lets her smile curve against the skin of his throat.
"Always, sweet thing."
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