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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 0:27:22 GMT -5
Flea sighed audibly.
"I know." he said, dejected. "He probably will. Just..." He gazed at her naked form, laying beside him, and lost his words.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 0:31:45 GMT -5
He kissed her back. "Maybe. Just... Don't lose yourself. Okay. Because... it can happen. It happened to me once."Flea shuddered, as if something cold had touched his bare skin, "and I don't want that to happen to you. So you gotta have something to hold on to. Okay?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 0:38:05 GMT -5
Flea kissed her again. "Questions my love." Flea said shaking his head, his as his finger traced an invisible line down her side from her shoulder all the way to her hips and thigh. "Learn to listen, and piece together what he tells you, without asking questions. Questions will silence a trained whisperer quicker than a gag. He nuzzled against her, seemingly anxious to have some portion of his own body against hers.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 0:46:00 GMT -5
He put his arms around her and held her close to his chest. "and I have such a bright student, who learns so quickly." He said, chuckling for a moment before kissing her.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 0:50:03 GMT -5
Flea shook his head. "can't. you should stay with me tonight though." He said, "unfortunately that will require dressing you."
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 0:54:40 GMT -5
Flea grinned, and hopped up from the bed, reaching for his tunic. "I agree completely. find something that will cover your face. Loose fitting, and low class."
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 1:02:46 GMT -5
Flea let his own robe fall around him, and pulled the cowl up over his head, as he came up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"mmm, you still look to beautiful, but it will have to do. C'mon." He took her hand, as he reached for the lever to the secret passage, which opened, dark and mysterious, he guided her, without any torch, into the darkness, until all she had was his fingers intertwined with hers, and utter darkness.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 1:12:01 GMT -5
They came out a few hundred feet later, inside a low-class stand which sold cheap wine by the thimble full. The owner, didn't even look in Flea's direction, as he guided Dacey behind him, into the street.
Flea moved through the street like a trout through the river, flowing with it, against it, across it, however it best suited is person and destination. the whole time he never let go of Dacey's hand.
They arrived, a short while later at a wooden tavern, if you could call it. It was certainly not the kind of high class place that Avalon was.
The sign said "The Belly of the Beast." Flea opened a back door, which led up a flight of stairs, rather than going through the front door.
When they reached their destination, it was a small room, seeming not much larger than Dacey's walk in wardrobe. There was a mattress on the floor, which seemed clean and unused, and fresh sheets and pillows ready. Flea light a small lamp, which gave them just enough light to see each other.
"Sorry, I know its not what you are used to." He said.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 1:19:38 GMT -5
Flea nodded, "Me too. I mean... Obviously." There was hardly any room to stand up, so he laid down on the mattress, and looked up at her.
"I don't always stay here, when i'm in the city. but its good for tonight."
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 1:23:55 GMT -5
Flea pulled his robe off over his head, and tossed it aside as well, he snuggled in tight against her naked body, feeling her warmth.
"Mmm, usually its colder. This makes it just right."
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 1:30:43 GMT -5
Flea wondered what she thought, of this place, having struggled throughout her life to escape the confines of places not much different than this, while he had lived on the streets and in the gutters, and in castles and keeps and fancy inns. his one hand cupped a bare breast, his other caressed her leg at his waist.
"Wherever you are, that's the place to be." he said, thinking it sounded sappy, and meaning it, all at once.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 1:37:33 GMT -5
Flea smiled, "you first," as he delicately put his fingers across her eyelashes to lower her eyelids, as you might a child's doll.
He snuggled up against her breast, and inhaled deeply, content to watch her chest rise and fall.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 13:14:14 GMT -5
Flea was already awake, and from the alertness in his eyes, it seems he had been for some time. Yet he had remained perfectly still, unwilling to disentangle himself from her for fear of waking her.
"Good morning." he said quietly.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 13:20:58 GMT -5
"Still early," he said quietly.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 16:44:35 GMT -5
"I'm not hunger." he said quietly, drinking her in with his eyes. "Busy today?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.