Her eyes rolled playfully, but soon grew more serious as he spoke about the dwarves. Meg nodded, understanding his possible reasoning. Her fingers lightly traced along the cloth covering his chest,[color=#008e02] “Ok… I just.. I wanna know what we’re dealing with.”[/color] Not her, not him. Them. Together.
Nuzzled into his neck, she’d grin with his words, chest filling once again with a joy she’d thought long gone.[color=#008e02] “I don’t want to. I just… I hope you realise I might not sleep. Might just.. stare at you.”[/color] Too often had she found herself waking from an all too real dream. The details, so vivid and clear, it took a few puffs of her pipe to steady her, numbing the pain under a haze.
His sigh caught her attention, the returning smile understanding his thoughts completely. All she wanted was to hold him, touch his face, rediscover every dip and curve of his body. Ask about his new scars, not his mech of course, but the new nicks and scrapes she’d picked up on, but hadn’t had time to dwell on. But dinner called and they had to move through the tunnels and hatches to the mess.
Meg’s grip remained unchanged as he guided her through the doorway; the fact he held it at all was an improvement. She allowed him to direct their path, gaze drifting off to find the old man at first when Nairn pointed him out. John-Marc. Her free hand clenched at her side and the urge to give the man a piece of her mind did nearly have her feet marching over, but… this was John-Marc. Ruthless. Cold. Dangerous. Bertie had always warned them not to get on his bad side, but from what Meg could tell, there was only the bad side.
Nairn wisely, redirected her to the kids, though the four year old still pulled a slight frown from her. There wasn’t a family that could take him? In the early days she had been the one on the floor, teaching, playing, she was the hearth they’d come to. Meg greeted them openly, lightly fussing over a few before Nairn meandered them towards the table.
She’d been accustomed to the lack of affection, so the rare display did surprise her at first, quickly mellowing into a look of admiration. [color=#008e02]“I’d like to, yeah. Just some basic stuff, I’d like to look at their plans first.”[/color] Perhaps ask a relevant question or two if there were to be more sleepovers. Meg still pouted as he slipped away, but the tightness around her chest eased some, knowing he was close by and would, this time, return to her.
Nuzzled into his neck, she’d grin with his words, chest filling once again with a joy she’d thought long gone.[color=#008e02] “I don’t want to. I just… I hope you realise I might not sleep. Might just.. stare at you.”[/color] Too often had she found herself waking from an all too real dream. The details, so vivid and clear, it took a few puffs of her pipe to steady her, numbing the pain under a haze.
His sigh caught her attention, the returning smile understanding his thoughts completely. All she wanted was to hold him, touch his face, rediscover every dip and curve of his body. Ask about his new scars, not his mech of course, but the new nicks and scrapes she’d picked up on, but hadn’t had time to dwell on. But dinner called and they had to move through the tunnels and hatches to the mess.
Meg’s grip remained unchanged as he guided her through the doorway; the fact he held it at all was an improvement. She allowed him to direct their path, gaze drifting off to find the old man at first when Nairn pointed him out. John-Marc. Her free hand clenched at her side and the urge to give the man a piece of her mind did nearly have her feet marching over, but… this was John-Marc. Ruthless. Cold. Dangerous. Bertie had always warned them not to get on his bad side, but from what Meg could tell, there was only the bad side.
Nairn wisely, redirected her to the kids, though the four year old still pulled a slight frown from her. There wasn’t a family that could take him? In the early days she had been the one on the floor, teaching, playing, she was the hearth they’d come to. Meg greeted them openly, lightly fussing over a few before Nairn meandered them towards the table.
She’d been accustomed to the lack of affection, so the rare display did surprise her at first, quickly mellowing into a look of admiration. [color=#008e02]“I’d like to, yeah. Just some basic stuff, I’d like to look at their plans first.”[/color] Perhaps ask a relevant question or two if there were to be more sleepovers. Meg still pouted as he slipped away, but the tightness around her chest eased some, knowing he was close by and would, this time, return to her.
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