OOM:Remember When I was an Amazon?

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Annabelle is making a valiant attempt at organization, if only for distraction's sake. Connor's been gone and, well, she misses him a LOT.

Her closet had turned up with weird stuff in it again, but it is at least stuff she's mostly familiar with this time. She's going through the pile when she sees a familiar pair of worn bamboo canes. "Heh. I haven't thought of these in years," she says with a chuckle.

Once upon a time, the Æon Society found a culture that appeared to be based on the Amazons from ancient mythology. As you might expect, Annabelle got on with the female warriors quite well indeed.

She starts moving through the motions her body still remembers of one of their sword dances, the short bamboo sticks serving in place of swords.

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Funny, how after all this time, he still knocks.

It's... well, a reflex? A light rap on the door, before Connor opens it and slips inside.

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Her conscious mind doesn't register his presence until he slips inside, so he's treated to a move or two of the dance.

She stops when she notices him and smiles broadly, her whole being shouting love and joy. "You're back."

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He sees, and admires.

A few steps and Connor draws Annabelle into a kiss.

Of course he missed her.

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And he hasn't even seen the more interesting bits yet!

Annabelle hums appreciatively into the kiss, trying to communicate just how much she's missed him. The kiss is likely to last as long as she has the oxygen to stay upright, if not a little longer.

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Oh, there's time for that later.

And there's Annabelle's bed right there too, if they need to sit down because they had a faint spell from lack of air.

Everything's perfect, see? "Love you."

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The sticks ended up on a chair somewhere so she could hold him properly while they kissed, which makes things much easier when they stumble backwards onto the bed thanks to the faint spell that results from all that kissing.

Annabelle chuckles low. "Love you." You don't need to be an empath to know just how much she means that.

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Ah, but it is a very good feeling he gets, being able to know how much Annabelle means it.

"Missed you." Of course, he can convey a lot in few words.

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Yes he can. It's almost unfair that he is both better with words than she is AND better at projecting emotion.

"Missed you too." She feels....off-center when he's not around. Which should probably frighten her more than it does.

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Why? He also misses her terribly when Whitechapel decides to become chaos in need of a voice of reason.

Nothing wrong with missing your twin soul. "Nice to be back." To say the very least.

"What was the dance?"

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Ah, but it's a weakness that could be exploited by an enemy. You deal with super villains long enough, and you learn not to display weakness if you can help it. "Good to have you back," she replies with a smile.

"It has a name, but there's too many damn consonants in it for me to pronounce," she says with a chuckle. "We ran into a, well, I called it a pocket world. One where the local culture seemed to have a good bit of grounding in the old Greek myths about the Amazons."

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"Which ones? The real myths, or the ones the rest-of-Europe people made up?" He casually runs fingers into Annabelle's hair. "Before finding Milliways, I'd be surprised of hearing about a world based on a story."

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Annabelle doesn't purr when he runs fingers through her hair, but she does relax even further.

"Hm. I'd say more like the ones other people made up later, leavened with a lot of brand new. Greek mythology is fucking weird." Seriously. Annabelle was making this face a lot the one time she tried to research the subject: 0-o?

"Once you got past the surface impressions, things diverged quite a bit," she adds with a chuckle. "They didn't forgo male company, for one," she says with a snort. "When you spend most of your time hunting or fighting, SOMEBODY'S got to stay at home and keep the little ones from getting themselves killed."

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"And unless they discovered some secret, well, they still needed men to keep the tribe existing." He smiles just a little bit with the cheesy joke. "And they taught you the dance, and probably hit on you a lot..."

"...or they were clueless too?" Because Connor is still of the opinion that someone who does not see Annabelle as the most attractive woman in the world, must be very clueless.

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The 'hit on you a lot' bit almost causes Annabelle to shake her head in denial, but then certain things rise to the surface of her memory. And certain gestures, certain body language, certain acts start to make a hell of a lot more sense with the benefits of hindsight and sobriety.

"Oh Lord," Annabelle replies, face turning red. "I, ah, didn't notice the hitting on me, apparently."

From both genders, and in what her more experienced mind is suggesting was multiple different combinations thereof.

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That's not a smug grin.

Nope.

Not smug.

Well, maybe a bit, but mostly teasing.

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Annabelle's blushing still, but she pokes him gently when she sees the look on his face. "In my defense, I was rather plastered at the time," she replies, dryly.

Then she teases him in turn. "It's probably a good thing I bucked tradition on that one."

Why yes, she does want him to ask what that means.

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Connor just tilts head and raises a brow, still playing with his girlfriend's hair.

Expressive, too.

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Annabelle smirks. "The dance is traditionally performed by a group of women at the same time, nude."

"Which may be why the young men watching seem to be torn between wanting to stand close and wanting to hide in the back of the crowd."

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Excuse him while Connor's brain goes to its happy place, picturing a nude-dancing Annabelle.

Ah, right.

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Annabelle chuckles low. "Mhm. Like that idea, do you?"

"Time to see how much of it I can remember, perhaps?"

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"Hmm, maybe." He caresses her neck. "But that would mean moving." You have to understand, Connor doesn't feel like moving right now.

Or for a while.

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The caress of her neck results in happy Annabelle noise number 3. "Hm. That would be tragic."

She's not feeling keen on moving right now either.

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Connor likes Happy Annabelle Noise #3: it's one of his ten favorite Happy Annabelle Noises. "And I also really missed you." A teasing wink, while his hands boldly move around...

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Annabelle chuckles, shifting slightly to help his hands find the best places. "I really missed you to."

Before Connor, she'd gotten on well enough being celibate for her entire life. Now, well, it's rather different going without, is all we're saying.

Her body is undoubtedly familiar to him by now: small but firm breasts, the curves of her waist and hips, the flat plane of her belly...

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Very much, and he loves every bit of it.

Every bit. "Hmmm..."

Sexy. Hot. Call him biased towards the woman he loves if you will, but it's good biased at least? Or conviction...