Saffron (
yosafbridge) wrote2009-11-12 09:37 pm
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OOM: Upstairs.
After a particularly rousing evening, Saffron wakes up to a dimly lit room and a body sleeping soundly in the bed next to her.
He doesn't look like he'll be waking up any time soon, so she dresses quickly and quietly, running a comb through her red curls, and then slips downstairs to bring a few things back up to the room with her.
There's a tray in her hands when she comes up, with a hot thermos full of good, strong caf and some assorted breakfast food - a plate of eggs, some toast, a bowl of assorted sliced fruit. Most of it she wouldn't touch herself, apart from the fruit (and Bar serves fruit that's all kinds of fantastic), but when she'd put in the request, it's what she'd been given, and she can at least nibble on a few things.
He's still asleep when she gets back, so she sets the tray down at the foot of the bed, kicking out of her jeans to leave herself in his shirt, and then crawls back under the covers to drape her body over his, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe.
He doesn't look like he'll be waking up any time soon, so she dresses quickly and quietly, running a comb through her red curls, and then slips downstairs to bring a few things back up to the room with her.
There's a tray in her hands when she comes up, with a hot thermos full of good, strong caf and some assorted breakfast food - a plate of eggs, some toast, a bowl of assorted sliced fruit. Most of it she wouldn't touch herself, apart from the fruit (and Bar serves fruit that's all kinds of fantastic), but when she'd put in the request, it's what she'd been given, and she can at least nibble on a few things.
He's still asleep when she gets back, so she sets the tray down at the foot of the bed, kicking out of her jeans to leave herself in his shirt, and then crawls back under the covers to drape her body over his, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe.
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"And as far as temporary goes, ain't nothing you can hold onto forever."
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She eyes some of the art in one corner of the room.
"I'll just hold onto these until I can pass them off for a pretty penny."
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"You got a market in mind?"
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"Back home, I'm a little easier to recognize."
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He knows how that goes.
(It's hard not to when you've had your face plastered on television screens around the nation.)
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Though things have quieted down, mostly, since the leaking of information on Miranda.
But not by much.
"Somehow I knew you'd relate."
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"Birds of a feather."
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"Something like that."
Her gaze turns to the near-empty tray, and she rises to set it aside before stretching out alongside him again in the bed.
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"Where exactly is it that you hail from? Between the odds and ends you've got stowed away here and the fact that speakin' Mandarin seems to count as a daily thing, I must say that I am intrigued."
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A pause, as she tracks the path of his fingers with her eyes.
"And I don't hail from one place in particular so much as lots of places. It's easier to do when you can travel between planets, the way we do."
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"And I thought stopping for directions on a cross-country jaunt was a hassle. What kinda crafts you get around in?"
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She doesn't have a very good track record with those.
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She lifts a hand to brush a few stray hairs away from his forehead.
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"You don't give yourself enough credit."
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Her hand slides down from his hair and stills briefly along his jaw before finding a mark she'd made last night on his neck. There's one very nearly similar on almost the exact same spot on her. (Mine.)
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"Then it sounds like things'll work out just fine."
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Instead, her hand moves down from his neck and starts to trail lower - that, she can do.
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"I'd put good money on the fact that I'm the luckiest man on several planets if I'm to get the scale right."
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Her fingertips trace the veins on the inside of his arm, blue under the skin (red outside) before her hold tightens a fraction of an inch and she keeps it there, like a makeshift handcuff.
"Some tried their luck before," she admits, leaning down to swipe her tongue over his upper lip.
"It didn't work out."
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He juts his chin forward as if in defiance, although his lips twist into a semblance of a grin.
"First time for everything, pretty."
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She swings a leg over his waist, rolls her hips forward right around the same time that her other hand reaches for the second of his wrists to join the first above his head.
Her hold is tight, but not impossible to break as her body winds against his.
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In a single movement, he pulls one of his hands away, curling the fingers of the other around her hands as he pushes forward, rolling her onto her back as his free arm lashes out to grab the knife he'd been eying before. The blade is pressed to her jaw before they even still.
"And although that's true, as far as tryin' your luck goes?"
He leans in, lips brushing her cheek.
"I wouldn't advise it."
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She bites on her lower lip, looking up at him.
"Would you do it? Right here and now?"
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"That a request?"
He adjusts his grip on the handle of the knife, careful not to let it stray any closer or any farther from her skin.
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