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Not again...

Pre-Milliways: Virginia is frustrated.

The door actually changed into a mirror before she stumbled through. She looked around, confused, her face clearly twisted into a look that could only be described as "WTF?"

She was used to ending up in strange places.

They weren't usually bars.

"Where's Wendell's attic?" she asked the bar at large.

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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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