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OOC: Takes place not too terribly long after this thread.
After certain events at the Chicago harbor there had been considerable amusement within the Æon Society over the pairing up of Annabelle Newfield and Connor. (Whitley Styles had won the betting pool, despite Jake's claim that he cheated.)
As for the reactions of the other FreakAngels to the news, well, who knows?
There was a furious spate of trouble starting the very next day, of course. All of the Society's founders have been run ragged for the last few weeks. For the moment though, things are quiet. (Or at least, if things ARE going crazy somewhere, someone else is handling the problem.)
Annabelle and Jake got back in town at some ungodly hour this morning, whereupon she fell asleep on one of the couches near the fireplace. (Jake is probably off somewhere regaling a pretty woman or two with tales of said adventure, because that's what he does.)
After certain events at the Chicago harbor there had been considerable amusement within the Æon Society over the pairing up of Annabelle Newfield and Connor. (Whitley Styles had won the betting pool, despite Jake's claim that he cheated.)
As for the reactions of the other FreakAngels to the news, well, who knows?
There was a furious spate of trouble starting the very next day, of course. All of the Society's founders have been run ragged for the last few weeks. For the moment though, things are quiet. (Or at least, if things ARE going crazy somewhere, someone else is handling the problem.)
Annabelle and Jake got back in town at some ungodly hour this morning, whereupon she fell asleep on one of the couches near the fireplace. (Jake is probably off somewhere regaling a pretty woman or two with tales of said adventure, because that's what he does.)
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Date: 2011-05-01 03:29 am (UTC)Warm skin and a warm presence basking in his company. She's not sure what Connor feels, sees, when he's around her, but Connor...
He feels like coming home after a long, hard day, like sunlight peeking through after endless days of cold and storms.
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Date: 2011-05-01 05:21 am (UTC)So there.
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Date: 2011-05-01 05:56 am (UTC)(Some deeply hidden part of her is still skittish about that realization, because it means he could so easily destroy her now. Could make what David did to her look like a minor bruise....)
This new world must be even stranger to him than the silent, colorless images flickering on the screen, but maybe, just this once, someone she loves won't leave her.
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Date: 2011-05-01 06:28 am (UTC)He responds by drawing her closer, comfortingly.
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Date: 2011-05-01 06:41 am (UTC)So, Connor has a lapful of girlfriend, her face pressed into his neck, just...being here, with him. She's breathing in his scent, feeling his pulse against her cheek, just soaking in his presence.
Life has not been kind to her where those she loves are concerned. Deep down, she's afraid that this won't, can't, last. Because this isn't something she's meant to have, right? Not to keep, anyway....
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Date: 2011-05-01 06:46 am (UTC)And now, he's not the least bit worried about how Annabelle ended on his lap.
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Date: 2011-05-01 07:22 am (UTC)There have been people who loved her before, and in the end it didn't make any damn difference. She always gets left behind, left alone.
People thought she'd gotten over her mother's death when she was nine, that she'd coped remarkably well. The truth...was more complicated. Bury the pain deep enough, put on a strong face long enough, and you can even make yourself believe that you're unbreakable, untouchable.
She's never allowed anyone to see her cry, to see her emotionally weak, since that day. Not when her father died, when her mentor committed suicide, not in any of life's tragedies since. She's NOT going to cry now, damn it all!
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Date: 2011-05-01 09:31 am (UTC)It's okay to cry.
He's there to hold her, and to dry her tears after. And to never go away.
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Date: 2011-05-01 10:29 pm (UTC)She doesn't make a sound, but he's surely close enough to feel the tears she's finally allowing herself to shed.
She'll be absolutely mortified later, of course.
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Date: 2011-05-02 04:47 am (UTC)And about mortified... they can cross that bridge later.
"I love you."
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Date: 2011-05-02 05:00 am (UTC)Her voice is a strained whisper, "I love you too." That admission may be the bravest thing she's ever done.
With pain and fear flowing out, the armies of mortification are starting to take the field. A sizable part of her would really like for the floor to open up and swallow her, which isn't a feeling she's accustomed to having.
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Date: 2011-05-02 05:05 am (UTC)You know, a kiss like that one...
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Date: 2011-05-02 05:18 am (UTC)The kiss is returned in kind, and she can't actually move any closer to him than she is already. She's more or less straddling his lap, her body pressed up against his in ways that would be decidedly compromising if they weren't fully dressed.
The kiss draws an entirely involuntary sound from her that is most definitely NOT meant for public consumption. Thank goodness it's still very dark in the theater and they aren't close to anyone else, right?
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Date: 2011-05-02 05:25 am (UTC)Well, improper ways for the public place where they are, but his brain is too busy to try to stop anything. It's the girl he loves, right there, so close and so tempting.
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Date: 2011-05-02 05:35 am (UTC)The man she loves is right here and he is very, very tempting right now. She draws a shakey breath and moves to nuzzle near his ear, hands perhaps sliding under his shirt in the course of their wandering.
Definitely not appropriate for their current location. Oops?
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Date: 2011-05-02 05:55 am (UTC)But they are in public.
Moral and social quandary?
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Date: 2011-05-02 06:03 am (UTC)The lights? Come back on. CRAP.
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Date: 2011-05-02 06:10 am (UTC)NOTHING TO SEE HERE! Hopefully the mental pulse will give them time to... well, straighten up.
"Quick!" But he's chuckling, cheeks red.
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Date: 2011-05-02 06:17 am (UTC)Annabelle lets out a string of words that should not be used around impressionable minds as she disentangles herself from her boyfriend in record time.
She's blushing beet red herself. "Oh, lord. If certain people ever found out about this we'd never have a moment's peace again..." she tells him, nearly giggling.
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Date: 2011-05-02 06:21 am (UTC)Come on, help him pretend nothing untoward was happening.
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Date: 2011-05-02 06:29 am (UTC)She's fighting down her own blush and fast breathing too, at the moment.
"How do you feel about fire escapes?" she manages to ask in an entirely conversational tone. (She's not looking forward to passing by all those people out in the lobby and clustered around the front of the building.)
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Date: 2011-05-02 06:40 am (UTC)Connor is also not interested in facing a crowd right now.
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Date: 2011-05-02 06:48 am (UTC)Lot's of things today have been educational. Some intentionally so, others.....not so much.
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Date: 2011-05-02 03:30 pm (UTC)Well, not so quick.
Okay, a long one. He just needs to feel her close a bit more. Then they can go about lock-picking lessons and gaining the street.
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Date: 2011-05-02 05:49 pm (UTC)That thought is enough for the thinking bits of her brain to gain a foothold against her reptile brain. She's not going to rush things, not going to risk doing anything either of them might regret. She's not going to let anyone mess this up, even if that person is her!
An iron will that has kept her going in the face of death and despair forces her desire down to a manageable level.
She gently pins him to the wall, and gives him a look smoldering enough to give a Catholic saint wet dreams. Her voice is still a little husky with desire when she speaks. "You have no idea how tempted I am to seduce you right here and now," she begins. "Or anywhere else, for that matter," she adds, blushing.
She smiles sheepishly. "I can't gamble with what we have by rushing in where angels fear to tread. If it all fell apart...."
Annabelle sighs. "I can't risk anyone damaging things between us, especially if that someone is me."
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