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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 15:13:25 GMT -8
It was late in the morning and Mathew had already taken care of everything he needed to do in the area and with the house. Eaten, punched a few people in the face, now he just gently sat on the bed reading as he continued to think over some issues that had been plaguing him.
"You still sleeping lazy bones?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 15:24:54 GMT -8
Bastille- clad in a large t-shirt and a pair of tight shorts, lay there quietly. She had slept all night and all morning and although it was now a little later, she was still tired. She groaned her reply. She could hear him, but that didn't mean she wanted to get up. Besides, when she was awake she could feel them kicking, and she still didn't think she was quite ready for reality right yet.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 15:31:37 GMT -8
He set the book down to the side and thought briefly what she would do in this situation. Very briefly, because this had happened many times with him being the sleeper. Generally it was hitting, yelling, or threats. Never a nice wake up blow job. Life was rough.
He wasn't going to go that route, no he would not stoop to her level. He had honor and tact, and she was pregnant. Instead he shifted so that he was spooning her, his hand sliding over her body until it rested over her stomach. He didn't mind feeling the kicking. If anything it made him slightly giddy. His lips would press against her neck before working their way up to her ear.
"We should leave."
He whispered in her ear, she was awake... ish. He thought that might draw her out of her shell a bit. Curiosity and all that.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 15:34:04 GMT -8
"Leave?" she murmured back. Shifting a bit. He was warm. Always a fan of warm. She moved in closer.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 15:35:57 GMT -8
He smiled in victory, his lips still brushing against her ear as she scooted closer to him. He liked that.
"Leave Dragon Territory. Maybe go to the God's, it's nicer there. Or we could leave the city if you want. Leave all of this."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 16:29:44 GMT -8
Okay, that woke her up. Her crimson hues slipped open.
"What brought this on?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 16:33:35 GMT -8
He just gently patted her stomach to answer her question.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 16:41:54 GMT -8
She turned to stare at him and for a moment just gave him the odd stare. Then she turned over. "As long as I get a bathtub". She sighed and adjusted herself. "Gods....its close.".....and then promptly. "Careful with that side, lefty is more active than righty."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 16:44:52 GMT -8
"You can have whatever you want babe."
He said as he moved to get out of bed, pausing halfway through the motion as the next part registered.
"Lefty? Righty?"
She didn't mean....
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 16:47:58 GMT -8
"dont go." It was said as a demand. She gripped the sheets around him blindly. "Youre warmer."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 16:51:02 GMT -8
He hesitated, and thought about going anyways because she demanded he stayed. Instead he just let out a slow exhale through his nostrils before settling back with her.
"So... twins then?"
That's what it sounded like.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 29, 2012 21:01:15 GMT -8
She curled up into him and purred dramatically. Definitely warm. She sighed at his comment though. "I honestly have no idea." She supported her head and looked at him. "It might be the baby turning quickly, but sometimes the legs are kicking on one side and then the other.....its actually painful. Im used to taking punches to my exterior, but my interior sure as hell aint." After a moment she shrugged. "Its just my theory...doctor aint in town for a while, she's running thing back in Europe.".... "so....explain to me how youre able to leave YOUR territory behind?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 14, 2013 22:39:16 GMT -8
"Honestly? I don't care anymore." He said as he gently rubbed her stomach. "Barker, Dragons, all of that just feels... childish now. I need to make sure you and ours stay safe. Even if that means leaving this all behind."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 14, 2013 23:09:16 GMT -8
And with that, Bastille turned about three shades darker. She quickly looked away and started a rather shy chain of mumbles and grumbles.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 14, 2013 23:12:21 GMT -8
He responded by kissing her ear. "Someone else can fight and die for the cause. This is more important now."
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