http://light-lost.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] light-lost.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2008-05-05 08:25 pm

Log [In progress]

When; May 4, 2008
Rating; PG-13 (I always go with this to be safe)
Characters; Waverly and Mat
Summary; Waverly returns from her errands to a hung over Mat. (The muns aren't quite sure how this is going to go. Hell, the muses aren't sure how it's going to go.)
Log;

She wasn't trying to hide anything. It was probably the twelfth time she'd told herself this. It was a complete lie. She knew she was hiding as much as she could. The words had slipped out without her even thinking. Being forced, it was something that was a natural unpleasantness by now. Or had been.

All the forced companions and wandering hands had stopped many years ago. None of that had occurred since she left that life and betrayed everyone. Rachel, she'd probably ruined Rachael's life. Who knew what her father had done to her. She tried not to think about what had happened to those she left at home, but sometimes it crossed her mind. Sometimes in the dreams ...

She pushed open the door, her sleeves looking horribly dingy as well as the rest of her. Hair scattered out of her ponytail and face darkened by unidentifiable dirt. It had been a long day, and she didn't expect it to be over. Not after what she had said. She picked the door closed with her foot and set what she carried down, resting her body against the door to take in a few calming breaths.

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-09 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Amused by her lack of balance, he reached back and brought the bracing onto him. It wasn't like she was heavy. And he liked her leaning against him.

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-09 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
He had no complaints there. He liked the feel of her fingers in the strands of his hair. Gently the hand at her back started to massage as he deepened the kiss.

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-09 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
She seemed to like it so he didn't stop rubbing her back. Sliding the hand on her leg up to her waist, he rested it there.

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-09 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
He'd have to move slow with her but he didn't mind. Breaking the kiss, he smiled. "Now that is a thank you."

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-09 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Glad you approve." He grinned and leaned back into the couch. "Farm boys have to know how to say thank you their own way when they don't know court etiquette."

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-09 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
He laughed at the question. "No I bloody well don't. I have learned how to say it."

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-09 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
He shot her a slight glare. He didn't want an incident like that again either. "Good news. You're not sharing."

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-09 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
He reached up to pull her back down. "...Is off the stove and the stove is off."

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-09 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
"In a bit. I'm not hungry right now." He smiled and kissed her again. Strange how you could go a whole day without eating and not be hungry sometimes.

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-09 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're worrying about me again." He couldn't believe that he could read her so easily. Well...at least when it came to things like this. "I will be fine."

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-09 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He nodded in understanding. This place was different. Completely. Unlike anything he'd ever seen before...in all of his memories. "I'll be alright."

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll find the bloody shady ones everywhere." He smiled back and winked at her. "But there are always bloody fools to take care of them."

[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-05-10 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
And she was right too. Which was why he'd be having a building fall on him when he got back to his world. For helping those who'd needed it. But, he couldn't bring himself to be any other way. Bloody good nature... Reaching up, he tugged the hair ties from her hair and undid the braids so his fingers could play with the strands.