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Post by Jules on Sept 16, 2008 23:39:37 GMT -5
Camilla tried not to let her shock show, she hadn't quite been anticipating that reaction. Thinking maybe she was getting ahead of herself and he just wasn't as bashful as what she'd had him pegged for, she nodded. Maybe he just wanted back into the water. It was amazing.
"That'd be nice." She smiled at him and edged away to give him room to get in. She couldn't believe he meant what it sounded like. It was Jasper. Jasper who had been barely capable of hugging her back.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 16, 2008 23:51:43 GMT -5
Silently, he followed her lead and slid into the water from the bank. Her surprising behavior had surprised him into his own surprising behavior (she'd removed her clothes in front of him, and he was still male, after all). It was unpredicated situation, though not necessarily going anywhere.
At any rate, his jeans were starting to grow stiff and cold, so he was happy to get back in the water. His shirt was somewhere on the bottom of the spring.
"Told you," he said, eyes sinking closed blissfully.
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Post by Jules on Sept 17, 2008 0:16:28 GMT -5
This felt a whole lot like a vacation (from what she'd read). It was easy to relax here, when the only wants she could sense were Jasper's and she was deliberately not paying attention to them for his sake. Camilla could feel knots in her back that she hadn't known existed melt away in the warmth of the water.
Questions milled around in her head about D.E.N, about Diaspro, about their plans for the future. Another part of her was suggesting that perhaps hottubbing with the man who had kidnapped her and was fully fledged against a monarchy she was loyal to was somehow a conflict of interest but she tuned herself out aswell.
Instead her hand reached out for his and in an unprecedented gesture, she attempted to hold Jasper's hand (she had never once held a man's hand in her entire life). It wasn't a move, not really. Just a show of support. He knew pain like she didn't. And it was her nature to want to make it better.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 17, 2008 0:32:09 GMT -5
He startled at the feel of her much daintier fingers on his palm. In the water, their skin slid easily against each other, and he surprised himself slipping his hand around hers, a tiny sigh escaping him when he did.
For all her abrasiveness, she did have an air of comfort about her, and this, holding hands in the drowsy atmosphere of the hot spring, was comfortable. Two people, friends, there for each other in this simple, innocent interaction.
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