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[Nodding to herself, she picks her cup back up. His reassurance seems to soothe her. He may not say goodbye to her personally but at least he'll have the good sense to respect those who care about him before knowingly diving into death. His mother, perhaps. A goodbye also grants them a fighting chance of stopping him, too. An opportunity to tell him not to go. Maybe that's why the man from her memory made sure to make it seem like he was coming back. He didn't want her to stop him.]
Perhaps that's all one can ask. A man of conviction can't be stopped if he intends to perish for the greater good. Last words are always important. That how you'll be remembered by those you leave behind.
Perhaps that's all one can ask. A man of conviction can't be stopped if he intends to perish for the greater good. Last words are always important. That how you'll be remembered by those you leave behind.
I can't exactly judge them since I don't know who they are. Assuming the best may be the best course of action.
[There's a slight pang of guilt for keeping him here to discuss her worries. Nervously, she clears her throat.]
You have my thanks for deigning to listen. I shouldn't be keeping you.
[There's a slight pang of guilt for keeping him here to discuss her worries. Nervously, she clears her throat.]
You have my thanks for deigning to listen. I shouldn't be keeping you.
[continuing this
A cab pulls up before she can form a coherent response. He's heavy on her shoulders and she breathes a sigh of relief as she flings the door open and drags him in.]
You can still remember your address, right?
[She's not quite sure about the numbers on her street right now. Best to just ask to crash with him and repay the favor sometime. Drunk logic.]
A cab pulls up before she can form a coherent response. He's heavy on her shoulders and she breathes a sigh of relief as she flings the door open and drags him in.]
You can still remember your address, right?
[She's not quite sure about the numbers on her street right now. Best to just ask to crash with him and repay the favor sometime. Drunk logic.]
'Course I can.
[And he rattles off his address to the cab driver, adding in little details like the graffiti on the building just beside his place, and the really good sushi bar two streets away. And then at some point...]
...and they've got the best--
[And he rattles off his address to the cab driver, adding in little details like the graffiti on the building just beside his place, and the really good sushi bar two streets away. And then at some point...]
...and they've got the best--
[Much as she likes the sound of his voice, he's getting a bit too chatty. There's only so much she can take and the warmth of his body next to hers isn't helping. Grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him toward her, she leans in and presses her lips to his, effectively shutting up. She can taste the wine on his tongue as she deepens the kiss, seeking to steal his breath. When she finally pulls away to breathe, her words come out in a gasp.]
Sometimes, you talk too much.
Sometimes, you talk too much.
[He blinks for a moment. If he was stunned when she leaned in, he's shocked when she kisses him, wine on her breath and tongue, but not shocked enough that he can't return the kiss. When she finally breaks away, he huffs out a short, breathless laugh.]
Maybe I need to keep talking, if you'll shut me up like that. [Then he leans forward to kiss her again, hand coming to rest on the nape of her neck.]
Maybe I need to keep talking, if you'll shut me up like that. [Then he leans forward to kiss her again, hand coming to rest on the nape of her neck.]
[Looping her arms around him, she encourages the way his lips move over hers. Her hands wander over his back for a bit before settling on his shoulders and exerting a gentle pressure to shove him down against the vinyl seat. Might as well try to gain the upper hand. She has to hand it to the driver for not raising a fuss. They're probably not the first particularly passionate pair he's had in his backseat.]
[With his touch drifting down, she moves over him to press against his lips more fully, making her dress hike up in the process. If she still had half the sense she had when she was sober, she'd be glad that the streets are mostly dark. Otherwise, anyone peering into the cab would end up getting quite an eyeful. She doesn't care for modesty as she relishes the scrape of his teeth on her lip, returning it in kind. Aggression meets aggression as they both unleash their frustration in lust.]
[If he had any sense at all, he'd be backing off already, reminding himself of the last time he'd done this with her, and of how poorly that one went. As it is, though, he's too far gone to even think about it.
And then the cab comes to an abrupt stop, and they both go toppling to the floor.]
And then the cab comes to an abrupt stop, and they both go toppling to the floor.]
[She lands on her back and he ends up right on top of her. Her voice comes out a bit muffled from under him.]
Pay the man. You can bill me later.
[Definitely the alcohol talking. She hasn't cared so little about money since before she lost her fortune. Right now, all she wants is to get them both out of their clothes. The sooner they get to his apartment, the better.]
Pay the man. You can bill me later.
[Definitely the alcohol talking. She hasn't cared so little about money since before she lost her fortune. Right now, all she wants is to get them both out of their clothes. The sooner they get to his apartment, the better.]
[Once they're both out, she doesn't hesitate to pick up where they left off, grabbing him by the shirt collar and kissing him all the way to the door and into the elevator. Going up. She'll leave it to him to remember which floor they should be stopping at.]
[She's lucky he does remember his floor, though his fumbling results in pressing two other buttons besides. Oh, well--it isn't like anyone's going to use the elevator at this time of night. He kisses back, matching her ferocity and lust with his own.]
[By the time they get to his apartment, she's already unbuttoned his shirt, ready to push it off his shoulders. She breaks away from him for a second, letting him fumble for his keys so he can get in. So they're really doing this? Again?
Seems like it.
It's no crime to seek comfort from the harsh onslaught they're facing, is it? Despite all their responsibilities, they're still two dumb twentysomethings at heart.]
Seems like it.
It's no crime to seek comfort from the harsh onslaught they're facing, is it? Despite all their responsibilities, they're still two dumb twentysomethings at heart.]
Hey, it's Aeron. We never got around to exchanging information at the cafe and...you responded to my post on the network about working together.
Ayliff seems to like you well enough. Perhaps we could start small and get the others involved later.
Ayliff seems to like you well enough. Perhaps we could start small and get the others involved later.
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