(ooc: got to be a platters fan to get the title) > > With his hands touching her, his weak telepathy was finally able to make > its > > contact. <A large part of me wants us to never leave here,> his mind told > > hers. > > <I know.> But she also knew that they both had a sense of responsibility > that > was too deeply inbred to deny it for long. For a short time, though... > > She turned her face to his. <Come to me. I need you as I have needed no > other.> > > He pulled her very close indeed, and denied her nothing. > OOC: and hence would begin the part of the post that most of you are too > young to read.
(ooc: never!!) A silent pulse against her skin brought her to instant consciousness. She opened her eyes to see the rising sun just begin to dispel the dark. Through the bedroom window, she could see the dew weighing heavily upon the leaves of the bushes outside. Matthew's sound proofing might be good, but she still thought her delicate hearing could discern the first bird calls of the new day. Matthew still slept soundly. His even breathing and peace-filled mind told her this. She remained motionless for a minute, wanting to savor the feel of his cool weight against her body for just a moment more. The minute stretched until the chronometer pulsed again. Never before had that been necessary since she had always arose on its first alert. Smiling at the small indulence (it was impossible to do anything else), she began to slip from the bed. She did not wish to awaken him. He stirred but did not open his eyes. She smiled and padded silently into the bathroom. It, like the rest of the house, was a combination of past and present, much like its owner. She stepped into the shower and sighed as the heated water flowed down her body. She closed her eyes and let the sensation dominate her thoughts. Her breathing slowed. For a time, she was back on her homeworld, remembering things she had not allowed herself to recall for many years. There were thoughts of her family. Some of them had escaped the revelation of her human ancestry to hide within the Federation, some had not. Of those who had escaped, some had met the fate that had nearly been hers: death by assassination. She grieved for them all, but those thoughts changed to a happier time when she was the beloved granddaughter of one of the Empire's most powerful senators. In the present, her smile softened. (ooc: wanna jump in?) t'Llhweiir ends ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ | Randye Jones |) aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir and Adm. Candance Bedru /| Spacedock Role-Playing Game ( | ) [EMAIL PROTECTED] | Boldly goin' where no musician has gone before! _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com ----- End forwarded message ----- ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ | Randye Jones |) aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir and Adm. Candance Bedru /| Spacedock Role-Playing Game ( | ) [EMAIL PROTECTED] | Boldly goin' where no musician has gone before! _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
