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Post by micaylah on Oct 21, 2008 22:39:27 GMT -5
"Just a very special guy!" Mica told him. She broke the noodles and put them into bowls. She poured the water over them then placed them in the microwave. She turned to look at him as she waited.
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Post by taran on Oct 21, 2008 23:46:55 GMT -5
Bruce smiled as Mica looked at him, trying to resist the urge to reach out for her.
"What?" he asked, trying not to smile. "Do I have something on face?" He reached up to touch his face, pretending to look for something.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 22, 2008 10:33:38 GMT -5
She smiled softly as she watched him. "No there's nothing on your face." The timer rang on the microwave as she removed the hot bowls. She dropped them onto the counter, burning her hands. "Shoot! I do that everytime!" She turned the faucet on the sink and held them under the cold water from the faucet.
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Post by taran on Oct 22, 2008 10:48:13 GMT -5
Bruce instinctively walked up behind her and put his arms around her as he looked at her hands.
"They don't look too bad," he said, kissing her cheek. He pulled himself away, feeling the power reaching for her again. He lowered his face, ashamed that he had not controlled himself better. "I'm sorry." He took a towel and picked up each bowl, carrying it to the table and sitting down.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 22, 2008 14:06:43 GMT -5
Mica felt her breath draw as he walked behind her, his arms around her as he checked her hands. She felt her eyes draw closed as he kissed her cheek. His breath warm on her skin. "It's okay." she told him as she turned to watch him take the bowls to the table. Her feelings rising. She went to sit at the table, taking the seasoning packets, forks and soupsthingys with her. She handed him one of the packets as she watched his eyes. She handed him a fork and a soupsthingy. "I didn't know which you would want to eat with."
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Post by taran on Oct 22, 2008 19:08:09 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at her, taking the beef packet.
"Beef is the best," he said, emptying the packet into his bowl and mixing the spice with his noodles. He smiled at her, watching her eyes as he slowly sipped his food.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 22, 2008 19:51:53 GMT -5
Mica smiled as she prepared her soup without looking at what she was doing. She slowly mixed the seasoning packet into the noodles and began to eat. Her eyes remaining on Bruce. She thought that Caleb should have been there by now and wondered if he was alright.
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Post by taran on Oct 22, 2008 22:20:30 GMT -5
Bruce smiled as he watched Mica, reaching his free hand across the table to hers. He continued eating, holding her hand in his. He felt the power within him growing, reaching. Then he smiled. The power had released some of its strength into him, he could feel it filling his body and mind. He pulled his hand back from her, looking around for something, finishing his soup and setting it aside. He smiled at her, then looked at the bowl, slowly picking it up with his power, spinning it and setting it down beside hers.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 23, 2008 8:20:52 GMT -5
Mica smiled as Bruce took her hand from across the table. She felt the power within her straining to be free. Longing to join with his. The desire was strong as she fought to keep it down. A look of relief came over her face as he released her hand. The bond between them began to worry her. How was she to concentrate on the battle ahead if all of her energy had to be used to keep this strange desire for him at bay.
She watched as he lifted the bowl and caused it to spin before sitting it next to hers. Her eyes found his as she saw the smile on his face. "How did you do that?" she asked.
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Post by taran on Oct 23, 2008 17:26:48 GMT -5
Bruce shrugged, looking into her eyes.
"When I touched your hand, some of the power within me broke free, I could feel it. It let me lift the cup and move it. I used to be able to do that with rocks and some wood, but never anything...manmade." He looked down at the table, then up at the light, looking around them for anything he could try to move with but a thought. Then he smiled when he looked at her wrist, feeling the bracelet with his hand. He closed his eyes, lifting it into the air, along with her wrist and hand, pulling them to touch his face. He smiled at her, kissing the palm of her hand then setting it back down in its original place.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 23, 2008 17:54:15 GMT -5
Mica watched in awe as he lifted her bracelet and then her wrist and hand as well. She closed her eyes as he placed her hand on his cheek. The feel of his skin to hers made the feeling within her surge again. She regained control as he placed her hand back on the table. "That is amazing. Truly." She looked out the window for Caleb.
"Bruce...I don't know...I mean I'm tryi....." she shook her head and got up, taking the dishes to the sink. She stood at the sink, her body trembling. She drew a deep breath. 'Oh I am going to die.' she thought as her feelings were beginning to drive her mad.
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Post by taran on Oct 23, 2008 20:52:51 GMT -5
Bruce wanted to stand, to move to her as he saw the distress in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said, looking down at the table. "I didn't mean to cause you more pain, or make you struggle. If you want, I can wait outside until Caleb comes." He stood and moved to the doorway, fighting the urge to run to her and take her in his arms.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 23, 2008 21:45:48 GMT -5
Mica turned to him. "Please....don't go?" Her eyes pleaded with him as the unspoken desire sat in her eyes. "It will be ok. I have to find a way to deal with this." Her eyes were watery and she looked as if the tears could fall at any moment.
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Post by taran on Oct 23, 2008 21:48:50 GMT -5
Bruce stopped himself from reaching out to her, seeing her on the edge of tears. Not being able to touch her, to comfort her, cause his own tears to appear. He leaned back against the wall, his vision blurred by the tears.
"I'm sorry," he said, sinking to the floor. "I don't understand this! Why does it hurt so much to not touch you, to force myself to stay away? I have to fight myself not to reach out and take you in my arms, to try to comfort you!" He was not speaking to her, really, but to himself, to everything and everyone.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 23, 2008 23:04:28 GMT -5
Mica watched as she saw his pain was as great as her own. She let herself slide down the cabinet to the floor as she felt his pain as great as her own. “I don’t know.” She said softly. “Perhaps it would be better if I left. You wait for Caleb and tell him I had to go.”
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