Morning After

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OOC: Takes place after this.

Empathy and telepathy can be a very useful combination when neither of you has a good idea of what you're doing. Things were figured out eventually, and last night was good, very good.

At the moment, Annabelle is lying next to Connor, sleepy, sated, and faintly smug.

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[leadinghome]

To say Connor is blissful right now would be an understatement.

The smug earns Annabelle a little bit of tickling: his mind is open to her, so words are not necessary.

Why smug?

[aeons_crackshot]

Why shouldn't I be? Then her tone turns teasing. As far as I know, I did quite well for a beginner.

[leadinghome]

In my humble opinion, you did wonderfully. Really, things could not have gone any better.

I hope I did not disappoint you...

[aeons_crackshot]

It's a bit ridiculous for her to blush at this point, but she does.

Far from it Annabelle replies, certain highlights coming to mind. She leans over to kiss him. You've at least as much reason to be smug as I do.

[leadinghome]

The kiss is gladly accepted and gently returned. If you say so... A contented sigh, and he strokes Annabelle's hair.

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I do indeed she says with a mental purr. Though I would have thought your gifts would have made my....satisfaction very clear.

Annabelle leans into his touch. I need to ask Bar for another key...

[leadinghome]

He smiles at the praise, but the following thought makes him puzzle. Another key...?

No, he does not even imagine.

[aeons_crackshot]

Unless you want to pick the lock on my door every night?

Annabelle's a bit puzzled herself. Surely he doesn't think that last night is going to be an isolated incident if Annabelle has anything to say about it?

[leadinghome]

Let's put it simply: being with her every night he spends at Milliways?

Nothing could make him more pleased, happy and glad.

Annabelle is pulled into a deep and long kiss, Connor's arms around her warmly.

...I never told you I can unlock doors telekinetically, did I? He does not need, need a key: the permission, the invite, are much more important.

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Annabelle is terribly glad that he likes the idea, as she wasn't sure how he'd react to the offer.

The kiss and embrace are very welcome and gladly returned.

You didn't, but it's a logical assumption. Well, logical to someone who worked with people like Connor for half her life. She suspected that he could open the lock telekinetically, but that's not the point. If you have a key, it is your space as well as the other person's.

[leadinghome]

Now I will be very tempted to spend a lot of time more here...

Oh, yes.

[aeons_crackshot]

I can't say I'm sorry for tempting you in the slightest.

For any of the various temptations he may be thinking of.

[leadinghome]

"And now hopefully you will not put me on a headlock anymore?" He chuckles a bit, idly kneading her back.

[aeons_crackshot]

That feels good.

Annabelle blushes and looks a bit sheepish. "I hope not. It would be easier if there was a way to inform the back of my brain that you, well, belong here with me."

[leadinghome]

"Maybe you just need to be spoiled more so your mind registers how awesome I am?" But he is not suave enough to pull it off without blushing very red.

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"You are awesome, but I have no objections to your attempting to prove it," Annabelle says, blushing.

"Or I could try and make myself believe that you are mine, so it might try and keep you safe instead," she adds, turning very red. Annabelle's not suave either.

[leadinghome]

"Hmm, should I wear tags or get a tattoo, then?" Now he is teasing, but still blushing a lot.

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Annabelle blushes even more. "You do like to tease me, don't you," she says with a small smile.

"I suspect repetition would be my best bet. If you're here and I don't get hurt, it should eventually sink in."

She smiles ruefully, "I learned the hard way to be on guard all the time, I should be able to learn to let one very special person in."

[leadinghome]

"Repetition... yes, I can do that, after all it is not that late in the night yet, and we can sleep late tomorrow..." No deal, he can not keep a straight face along, laughing then drawing Annabelle into a kiss.

"Love you." He can speak when they come up for air.

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Annabelle laughs along with him and then leans into the kiss.

"Love you too," she says with a bright smile. "I don't deserve you, you know."

Then she grins, teasing, "Although I don't plan on letting that stop me."

[leadinghome]

"I disagree on the not deserving part, but we can leave that for philosophers to discuss."

"But I am not letting that stop me either..."

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"Good," Annabelle says with a smile. One hand caresses his face. There are a lot of emotions going through her right now: love, fear of loss, trust, hope, joy.

She's not sure how much of her would survive losing him, but it's been too late to even try and take back her heart for a very long time. She's jumped off the cliff, and there's nothing left to do but hope she'll fly instead of crash.

[leadinghome]

Fly or crash, they will be doing it together.

He is hold to Annabelle, in more than one way. "I am not letting go." Not giving up on this, and not changing his mind.

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"I don't believe you would, not by choice," she says with a small smile.

Not all of the people she loved left her by their own free will. In Annabelle's experience, Fate is generally cruel.

[leadinghome]

"Screw fate." Connor smiles, drawing her closer. "We make our fate." He survived the End of the World, he can do it.

Stay with the woman he loves.

[aeons_crackshot]

His survival prospects are very good, which is reassuring for Annabelle. Most people would be a little unnerved that their lover was responsible for 1/12 of an apocalypse, she just thinks of it as there being far fewer things in the multiverse that he's not strong enough to kill if he needs to.

"I wouldn't give fate the time of day," she says with a teasing smile. "But I like that plan." Staying with him, that is.

[leadinghome]

"I was hoping you would." Connor smiles back, holding Annabelle. "And I am glad you do."

The next kiss carries a mute question: feelings are shown, settled and approved, the young man wonders about... exploring more since they do have the time to spare.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle leans into the kiss. His mute question is answered with an enthusiastic yes.

At this rate, they're both going to be very, very tired tomorrow.

[leadinghome]

Sleep late, curled close.

Preferably not getting headlocks?

The sun will be very high in the sky when they stir, but the room is a pleasant dark still.

Connor gives Annabelle's neck a small kiss, breathing in the scent of her skin, pondering the benefits of breakfast or staying close longer.

Staying close wins out. "Hmm..."

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No headlocks tonight. Possibly, her usual paranoia is quieting down a bit.

The small kiss causes Annabelle to stir a bit and open her eyes. The smile when she sees his face could light up the room. "I could get used to this."

[leadinghome]

"That makes two." He kisses her forehead. "I suppose we could get up, shower and go have breakfast. Or we could stay right here until we get cramps from laying down too long..."

Now, would Annabelle also shower with him? Relaxed enough to be that casual intimate? "I will need to bring a toothbrush over. If we are going to do this often."

Some clothes too...

[aeons_crackshot]

"We'd probably better get up then," she says with a grin. "We may have to take turns with the shower, or someone might get an elbow in the eye." Annabelle has never needed a shower that was exactly spacious, you see.

[leadinghome]

"It sounds like a challenge to me..." He grins.

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Annabelle chuckles and stretches, "Don't say that I didn't warn you."

There will be a shower and breakfast in their future, eventually. This is the beginning of something wonderful, for both of them.