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Post by Butch O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 19:16:41 GMT -5
As the shutters rose for the night, he came awake slowly, stretching before he even opened his eyes. Feeling a warm body next to him, he turned and smiled down at Marissa. Brushing his fingers over her cheek, he frowned. The poor thing was so exhausted. It was a good thing she was letting herself sleep in a little before another long night at Safe Place. He pressed his lips to her forehead. "Wake up sleeping beauty."
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 19:20:01 GMT -5
*She smiled and nuzzled into the warmth of her hellren before pulling the sheets up to her chin and rolling back over.* Five more minutes, Nallum please...the shutters aren't even up yet, I just got to sleep.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 19:52:20 GMT -5
He chuckled and traced his fingers down her bare back. "The shutters are already up, sweetheart." He pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade and moved up toward her neck. "Time to wake up, baby."
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 19:56:35 GMT -5
*Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him* They are already up?
*Shot up out of the bed and looked around and frowned* I have to...I have to go, there is still much to be done, I'm trying to catch up and be ahead of the game and not behind it.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 20:01:24 GMT -5
He moved just in time for her to miss his nose with her head when she shot up. Rolling his eyes, he watched her jump out of bed. "Sweetheart, you have some time to relax and let me hold you for a bit." Watching her race around the room getting ready, he sighed. Looked like another night where she wasn't back until he was already asleep. Sitting up, he leaned back against the headboard, rubbing his hands over his face.
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 20:04:31 GMT -5
*She turned and pulled her pants over her hips and gave him an apologetic look* Nallum, I'm sorry and I will make it up to you I promise, we have a date tomorrow night remember?
*Closed her eyes and stood trying to remember where she kicked off her shoes, then remembered she didn't have a shirt on yet* I just need to catch up is all. I promise.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 20:12:00 GMT -5
He sighed again, frowning at her. "Honey, you're taking on way too much. You can't keep running like this and I can't even remember the last time you fed. Pretty soon you're just going to drop." He wanted to get out of bed and wrap his arms around her, try to get her to relax for even one minute, but the way she was rushing around told him she'd just run him over.
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 20:23:08 GMT -5
*Pulling her sweater over her head she smoothed out her hair and put it up in a quick French twist*I can do this. You guys risk your lives for the race...the least I can do is make sure it's young and females are happy and healthy.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 20:34:58 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow, he threw the sheets back and got up to dress. "I don't think risking your health and happiness is the way to go about it, Marissa. After tonight, take it easy. Okay? Date night tomorrow. It'll be good for both of us."
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 20:50:55 GMT -5
*She turned and frowned hearing his tone, looking up at him she saw the vein in his neck...feeling her fangs start to pop out..she took a breath and closed her lips forcing them back in.* I know..I know, I'm sorry. It will all be better tomorrow. All the work will be caught up.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 20:59:40 GMT -5
Nodding, he headed into the closet to get his leathers. "Okay, tomorrow." He planned to make her feed first thing or she was going to start getting really weak. He couldn't see her in pain...even from her own foolishness. "Have you thought about what you might like to do tomorrow night for out date?"
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 21:22:25 GMT -5
*She grabbed her bag and looked at her watch, she was already late for a gathering the children were having for First Meal today. She would be back later. Didn't have time to have Fritz drive her, dematerializing she left in a gust of wind without another word*
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Oct 30, 2012 21:28:11 GMT -5
Buttoning his pants, he left the closet. "Marissa? Did you decide what you wanted to do?" But the room was empty. Frowning, he checked the bathroom...empty. Leaving the room, he looked in the living room and the kitchen. No Marissa. She'd left. Without answering his question, without saying goodbye, without a word or their customary kiss. Hurt and angry, he stormed back into the room and strapped on his weapons. He sent a short text to Vishous, his partner for tonight's patrol, saying where he would be. Jaw clenched, he left the house, slamming the door on the way out.
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