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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 22:12:49 GMT -5
"Black, is fine," he answered, then shrugged. "It's more beneficial to me to work for her, because she isn't going to ask questions about my background. Someone else might not hire a wanted fugitive."
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Post by Jules on Dec 14, 2008 22:20:16 GMT -5
She handed him the untampered coffee. "I don't like it." She said bluntly. "What if you get hurt? What if it's something I can't fix? What if you get shot? I can't bring back the dead." Camilla turned around to hide the weird and sudden tears in her eyes. She ran the tap to hide her sniffling and washed her hands needlessly before wiping at her face. The idea of Jasper dead and cold was more upsetting than she'd expected. Especially when she was getting used to him as a source of warmth and comfort.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 22:46:41 GMT -5
She turned away, but not quickly enough to conceal the brief glimpse of the sudden anguish in her eyes. His grip tightened on his too-hot coffee mug, and he shakily set it down on the counter.
"Hey," he said softly, grabbing her shoulder and turning her toward him.
It did weird things to his insides to see someone care so openly about him. It floored him, really, and for a moment he didn't have a response.
"The goons that come in aren't skilled enough to hurt me. They'd have to get lucky, and luck is on my side."
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Post by Jules on Dec 14, 2008 22:56:36 GMT -5
"The goons that came in weren't. But you can't be sure they'll always be clueless. Especially if you keep sending them back with their tails between their legs, they won't keep sending fools." She looked him in the eye.
"You promise me, the second some goon walks into that restaurant, you call me. You don't even have to use your wish, if you just concentrate on calling me, I'll feel it." Camilla didn't look like she'd take no for an answer. "I'm supposed to take care of you."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 23:13:52 GMT -5
He chewed the inside of his cheek, not answering for a moment. Now probably wasn’t the best time to inform Camilla just how many goons appeared on a weekly basis.
Then again, she looked like if he refused, she’d chain herself to him so she could get the first hand account.
“I’ll call you,” he promised, “but not so you can come. Just so you’re aware another two-bit moron is posing a threat, and you can keep your radar open.”
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Post by Jules on Dec 14, 2008 23:23:59 GMT -5
He didn't need to know that she'd poof over no matter what. He didn't even have to know she poofed over, she could hide in the back and listen for trouble, or something. "I still don't like it, I'm going to worry myself sick over you." She pressed a hand to her neck and rubbed at it, trying to ease out the ache that was only getting worse with this new source of stress.
"Please, please, please be careful." She gave him an analytical once-over, like she wasn't entirely sure there was some grave injury he was hiding from her. "And you're sure Miss Clarke is okay?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 23:31:33 GMT -5
“A little tipsy in some areas, maybe, but I like her,” he said. He moved his hands to take over the work she was doing on her neck, massaging his fingers down the slender column and over her shoulders.
Another thing he was too comfortable doing. Touching her. This one he was aware of, but he couldn’t help himself.
“You worry too much,” he murmured in her ear.”
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Post by Jules on Dec 14, 2008 23:44:11 GMT -5
Camilla gave a soft little moan and moved her hand away readily. She was too willing to let Jasper take care of her. She would miss him when he was gone, and that wouldn't do. But she found she didn't want to do anything about it right at this very moment.
"Maybe you don't worry enough." She murmured back, resting her hands on his waist.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 23:57:27 GMT -5
"I worry about you," he replied, letting his lips give the frosting on top his hand's work.
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Post by Jules on Dec 15, 2008 0:01:26 GMT -5
Her grip tightened at his waist and tilted her head back. "I'm fine." She mumbled slowly, having trouble bringing her voice above a whisper or really even bringing it about at all. "I'm always fine, nothing to worry about." A dopey smile spread and she felt her muscles relax one after the other until even her back stopped aching and she was surprised she didn't turn into a puddle.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 15, 2008 0:13:22 GMT -5
She was more than fine. She was irresistable. His hands dropped from her shoulders to encircle her own waist to draw her as close as possible, and he kissed her, slowly, just brushing his lips over hers at first, and then pushing deeper.
Funny how he'd forgotten hunger and sleep.... and everything, pretty much.
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Post by Jules on Dec 15, 2008 0:40:02 GMT -5
Camilla pressed into him happily. Her heart started thumping and they were so close she wouldn't be surprised if he could feel hers beating against his ribs. A hand came up to cup his check and she kissed him back eagerly. He had single-handedly wiped out her aches and made her forget her stress and worry.
She didn't even feel tired anymore. Quite the contrary, she felt quite awake. Camilla recognized with a sinking feeling she was getting way too attached. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck kissed him almost harshly. She pulled away after a second, studying his face. "I made up my mind." She whispered. "I want to try it."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 15, 2008 0:49:33 GMT -5
He blinked dazedy when she pulled away. Mind still hazy with passion they'd started, he didn't quite understand what she was talking about.
"Try it? Try what?"
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Post by Jules on Dec 15, 2008 0:51:56 GMT -5
"A relationship." She didn't even bother to feel self-conscious or vulnerable, she had never ever made this kind of proposition before, but it didn't really occur to her that she could be rejected.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 15, 2008 1:14:17 GMT -5
"Oh." He blinked, eyes widening by a fraction of an inch, his grip tightening on her waist.
Was he ready to take that step? He liked Camilla. He liked her a lot. She popped into his thoughts at the most inexplicable times, and then he would wonder the most inane things, like if anyone had remembered to thank her that day.
Diaspro would kill him. But he could handle Diaspro.
And could he... go so far, again, with someone else?
He looked at her, and he knew, quittin would be harder than trying.
"I'm okay with that," he said finally.
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