milliways_bar | Not again...

Rory looks up at the woman stumbling in...

" Probably at his house? "

Yes, terribly helpful today, aren't we?

Virginia looked around. "What is this place? Another kingdom? When did they had another one and why was I not informed?" she asked.

" It's Milliway's....doubt a bare acre of land would count as a Kingdom..."

She shrugs, sipping at her Cosmopolitan, which she might not look old enough to have.

" It's the bar at the end of the Universe. I'm Rory. "

Virginia pressed fingers to her temples. "So there's some other freaky mgaical place in existence now?" She nearly growled in frustration. "How many more of them am I going to stumble into?" She took a deep breath and turned back to Rory. "I'm Virginia. Hi." She paused and tilted her head. "End of the Universe?"

Rory smiles in understanding at the frustration and would order Virginia a drink is she was old enough.

" Yeah, that's what I'm told. And the scenery makes it rather easy to believe..."

She points to the window where there is a clear view of a rather large explosion within an everlasting darkness.

Her jaw fell open and she wandered over in the direction of the window, slowly tilting her head.

"That's...that's the most amazing thing I've ever seen," she said in a low and trembling voice. "It's beautiful."

"What is this place? How did it get here?" she asked.

She looked back and saw that the mirror was gone and that there was a door in its stead. "How did I get here?"

" Through that door, and I have no idea....wait, reverse that. I've only been in and out of here, so I haven't learned anything but the basics. Like the Bar, she's sentient and will just about be able to give you anything you want."

She pats the lovely wooden surface with care.

"The Bar's sentient?" Okay, so every sentence coming out of her mouth was a question, but this was strange. Stranger than even some of the things that had already happened to her.

" That's what I've been told...and am inclined to believe...Somebody is Head Bartender though, and I have no idea about anything I'm saying...."

She ponders for a minute.

" Say you want a drink; soda, wine, Jack....you look like you could use the Jack..."

She nodded, rather frantically, then stopped and bopped herself on the head.
"Can't. Pregnant. I forgot. Soda, please?"

" Ahh...good idea then..."

A soda appears on the Bar, which may in fact had appeared before Virginia had said anything...but probably not.

" Ta da!" Rory exclaims with a little flourish.

"Magic, huh?" Virginia said, a wry, crooked grin twisting up her face. "I've seen better," she informed the bar, taking the soda.

The Bar would be affronted, but then again, she's not had the waffles yet.

" You've not had the food here yet, or the coffee...it's the best anywhere. " Rory assures her.

"That's good to know," Virginia answered. "Athough I don't think I'll be here long enough to find out. I'm trying to find my--" Fiance doesn't seem a strong enough word, but "mate" sounds far too idiotic.

"--my fiance. He...we were going home, through, um, a magic mirror. I came through and he didn't, and I finally got the stupid thing to work..." She looked around the room, rather futilely, as she didn't spot her. Her face fell. "And it doesn't look like he's here." If dissapointment could be tangible Rory could have cut it with a butter knife.

"When I find him, he is dead," Virginia stated.

The annoyance could be cut with that same butter knife.

Rory raises an eyebrow and quickly decides that she is glad she isn't this woman's fiance, as he is in a lot of trouble at the moment.

" Well, you never know, he may show up here sooner or later. Things tend to happen like that. My mom started showing up, then me and my best friend. And now apparently, my mom's ex. "

(ooc: Slowtime? Wrap the thread? Have to sleep between "studying" for finals. )

"I think I'm going to keep looking," Virginia said, biting her lip. "Thanks for the soda. Well, for telling me how to get it. And how everything works. And where I am." She nodded. "Right."

And then she started her search.

*Meg approaches*

Hello. Welcome to Milliways.

"How did I get here? Why is the universe exploding outside and how are we not exploding with it?" Virginia asked the girl. "And are you a ballerina?"

It's Milliways, the restaurant at the end of the universe. It pulls patrons in from all different times, places, and dimensions. There's shielding in place to protect us, don't worry -- it's never failed yet.

*at the ballerina comment, she stops*

Ah. Right. Yes, I am a ballerina --

*and fortunately she is cut off by Wolf's approach, and flees*

He was sitting at the bar. Again.

Not really a whole lot to do, y'see. It's cold outside, and... well... not really a whole lot to do.

"Where's Wendell's attic?"

Wolf's head jerked up and he stared in front of him, every fiber of his being tense and alert. He knew that voice. He knew that voice.

Dare he look around?

He couldn't bear not to.

There she was, perfect as ever. And she was here. She was here.

"Virginia!" The split-second dash is usually seen performed slower. But not this time. "Oh, my lucious dreamy beautiful wonderful,"

Wolf, shut your mouth.

He's hugging her. He'll never let her go. Ever. His face is buried in her neck and he's shaking slightly. Her scent is filling his world, he can't get enough of her. Quietly, he mumbles against her skin. "Virginia Virginia Virginia, my darling, my all, you're here..."

She was not nearly as happy to see him. Or she was, but she had a wee bit of frustration to let out first.

She pushed him away, and shouted at him, "Where? Have? You? Been?!" pounding him on the shoulder to punctuate each word. "I went through and you were gone, and you've been at a bar?! I can't believe this!" Her eyes were flashing with anger, and tearing up all at once.

She was hurt. Mainly because she was scared and alone and it was after she had been promised that she wouldn't be, and that made her angry.

He whimpered pitifully. Yes. Very pitifully. She was gone and he couldn't get out and now she's here but she's angry at him! But she's here.

So he pulls her back into his arms, ignoring the thumps against his shoulder. They don't really hurt; they can't. Not when she's here. "Virginia, Virginia please! I didn't want to come here! I stepped through and then I was here and it wouldn't let me out and I was so worried about you." He's talking very fast. But he won't let her go, and he keeps trying to nuzzle her. "Please..."

"...You couldn't leave?" she asked him, ceasing her beating.

"No... The door wouldn't open. I tried to get someone else to open it for me but it only opened to where they came from. And people told me that ...that... that there was a reason I couldn't leave and there was something I needed to do but they didn't know what..."

She's stopped and now he's sniffing her, trying to reassure himself that she's actually there and she's fine. "Are you alright? How long has it been? Do you know what happened? ...are you alright?"

She swallowed back the lump her throat. "It's been a month. I couldn't get the mirror to work. I thought something had happened to you, that I might not be able to get back to Wendell's castle...I thought I'd have to..." A hand unconciously crept to her stomach. "I mean, the baby, and--oh." She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"I was so scared." Her face was twisted up, but she didn't cry. She just ran a hand through his hair and wondered when it had happened that she had needed him as much as he needed her.

"A month?" He cringed, a small whine hiding in the back of his throat. They'd said that time would move slowly, if at all, out there. A month? His hand has slid down to cover hers, fingers between each other as both palms press flat against her stomach. There. There, warm, there, his baby, his cub. Their cub. Hers. Theirs.

His arms wrap around her and he's softly nuzzling her ear, making soothing little not'sounds.

Okay, annoyance gone.

She pressed her lips against his and kissed him.

And yes she was trying to devour him alive.

She held onto his scruffy face as she did, hands on warm skin and rough stubble, her eyes wide open and looking into his, enjoying the warmth of his mouth and the safe feeling of his arms wrapped around her.

It was criminal that she'd missed him this much. She was an intelligent self-assured, strong woman.

Absolutely criminal.

Well, then I am a-breakin' the laaaw.

Mmm, tasty. There was a reason he kept calling her delicious.

She was life and everything worthwhile in it; Wolf embraced the entirety. She was there and she was his and her soft skin felt heavenly against his lips as he kissed her face all over, making sure to not miss an inch before returning to her lips, Virginia's perfect lips.

Did he care that they were still in front of the door, and in full view of the complete mass of patrons in the bar?

No.

She briefly pulled away, looking around the room, spotted what she was looking for, and pointed.

"Couch," she said simply, pointing to the one near the fire and then she kissed him again.

He looks up just long enough to see where Virginia is pointing, then scoops her up and marches over to the couch, upon which he plops. And resumes kisses. Kisses and nuzzles, because he can't get enough of her. "I missed you," he mutters softly into her ear, warm breath caressing her skin. "I.. You're here..."

"I missed you, too," she whispered back. "I was so afraid something had happened, that I would never be able to see you again. At first...at first I thought that maybe I'd gone crazy, that it all hadn't happened. But dad wasn't there and the pregnancy test was positive..." She added wryly, "And my grandmother was still horrified."

She nuzzled him back, and then started kissing his neck.

Hadn't happened? No, it did. It DID.

But secretly, he had been worried about the same thing. That he'd never see her again. And he wouldn't have been able to live with that.

Wolf grinned. "She is? I hadn't actually put her in the oven, you know."

He'd say more but her lips are on his neck and they're searing over his skin; blistering warmth spreads from every contact point. That's quite the blissful look on his face. Fairly remniscent of a dog with a tummy-rub, except his eyes are beginning to glaze over.

She pulled away and arched an eyebrow. "You had her tied up and in a pan."

"Oh come on, I wasn't really going to." ...or was he.

Wolf gently rubbed his nose against hers. "We should find out how to get a room, pork chop. They have them upstairs, I guess. It's getting late." And there was no way in any sort of hell that he was going to let her sleep outside in this weather.

Hmm. That whole money thing again. He really needs to talk to somebody about finding possible employment. ...or maybe he'll just build her a house out back. ...that would take a while. Either way, it's a room for tonight.

She repeated, "In a pan."

Then she asked, "They have rooms here?"

He's ignoring the repeat.

"Yeah, they do. Rentable. The bar keeps a tab for you... And I guess it doesn't mind being a little forgiving if you can't pay it back right away."

Mmmm, a room sounds really good, actually. While he can handle it, sleeping in the snow isn't really the most comfortable thing. And a bed sounds really good. Particularly if it comes with a certain heroine in it.

She stood up, holding his hand tightly in her own.

"Well, it looks like we're on another quest then." She gives him a very serious-looking nod, and tugs gently on his arm to get him up.

"Lead on, my dreamy heroine!" He bounces up, tail wagging.

Not so long ago, a proclamation like that would have earned Wolf rolling eyes and possibly a shove.

At it stood, he only got the rolling eyes, but there was a smile on her face, and she was still holding on tightly to his hand. They walked around the room looking for someone that looked like a server or bartender or something, but as luck would have it, there was no one around at that hour.

Virginia stopped, leaning against the bar and against Wolf's arm simultaneously, harrumphed, blowing air out of the corner of her mouth, and said, "What does someone have to do to get a room around here?"

A key suddenly materialized on the wooden counter, bearing the number 10.

"Oh. Ask."

He didn't particularly mind being drug about the bar by the most beautiful woman he'd ever set eyes on (and that includes the one sitting on the bar, over there. Topless. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/3602396.html?thread=142249180#t142249180)

Virginia suddenly stopped against the bar; Wolf stopped beside her. He was like a fifth appendage or something.

"..." He's staring at the key, you know.

He's still grasping the idea of the bar being sentient, but apparently she has a sense of humour.

Virginia caught the joke too, yeah. She picked up the key.

"Whoa, topless lady," she said, her eyes widening when she saw the same blond across the room. She looked at Wolf. "Come on. So I can show you another topless lady." She dangled the key teasingly from her hand.

"Ooooh, is that a promise?" he grins, reaching for her rather than the key.

"Mm. A Promise, yeah." She kissed him, then hooked a hand into the hem of his pants and started dragging him along towards a door that she'd seen open a few times that looked to have halls with other doors beyiond it.

She didn't have to drag very hard. He followed quite willingly, tail swishing. A little ways down the hall they found the door to number 10. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/notjustananimal/952.html#comments)

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