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Post by taran on Jan 16, 2009 0:33:48 GMT -5
Bruce smiled, putting his arm around Mica as he too stared out at the setting sun.
"You'll come back here again," he said as he leaned his head on hers. "Of that I am sure. Nothing is truly forever, save our love."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 16, 2009 8:14:50 GMT -5
Mica placed her hand on Bruce’s thigh. The gentle sway of the glider lulled her into peaceful reflection as it always did. “I’m okay.” She told him softly. She turned to look into his eyes as she smiled. “I thought I would be alone forever …and then I found you. I thought I would be the last of my line…and now…we await the birth of our child.” She smiled wider. “Caleb has found love and awaits the birth of his child. We are all changing our destiny.” Mica moved a hand to her stomach as she began to stroke it lightly. “I think,” she paused briefly as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “that we are ready to go home.”
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Post by taran on Jan 16, 2009 11:00:12 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica, placing his hand over hers as she rubbed her stomach.
"My home," he said as he looked lovingly into her eyes. "Is where ever you and out child are."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 16, 2009 15:53:58 GMT -5
Mica smiled as she laid her head against Bruce’s shoulder. She felt his love stronger at that moment than ever before. “I love you.” She told him as she looked out across the landscape. “I’m ready whenever you are Bruce.” She told him as she looked into his eyes with a hint of mischief shining brightly in her own.
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Post by taran on Jan 16, 2009 17:04:44 GMT -5
Bruce eyes Mica carefully, trying to read her beautiful face.
"Alright," he said as he stood. "Take me where you want to go next."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 16, 2009 17:45:32 GMT -5
Mica rose to stand before him. “I want to go home.” She told him softly as she pressed her lips to his. “I want to go to OUR bed. I want to love you until we lie satisfied and exhausted. I want to eat in OUR kitchen.” She took a deep breath then smiled as she added. “I don’t want to cook though because I want us both to live.” She chuckled softly as she held him within her arms.
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Post by taran on Jan 16, 2009 21:42:37 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica, lifting her chest with his power and kissing her lips passionately.
"Then is it Sanctuary, or my farm?" he asked, touching her cheek before trailing his hand down her front. "You decide, and I will follow there eagerly."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 17, 2009 10:09:36 GMT -5
Mica smiled, looking lovingly into his eyes. “Well…I would think which ever place you feel we could defend more easily. If we are truly going to do this, we will need to begin preparing for our child.” She smiled as the words left her lips. “You have spent the majority of your life in the mountains and area surrounding the farm. We have just recently found Sanctuary. There is still much about it we don’t know. I think the farm would offer us more advantage but I will defer to your judgment on this matter.” She shook her head softly as she thought. Her hand raised to gently stroke his cheek. “I can’t believe this is really happening.”
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Post by taran on Jan 17, 2009 14:13:58 GMT -5
Bruce smiled warmly at Mica as she touched his cheek. He leaned his face into her touch, kissing her palm softly as he looked into her eyes.
"Let's go to the farm," he said, waving his hand. A bubble appeared around them, holding them inside of it as the world around them changed to his farm.
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Post by micaylah on Jan 17, 2009 14:21:39 GMT -5
Mica gazed back into Bruce’s eyes as the farm appeared around them. She smiled softly as her lips pressed to his. “Now…where should I put my things? We still have fence to run.”
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Post by taran on Jan 17, 2009 16:37:01 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica, leading her thought the house and up the stairs to his room.
"I think here would be appropriate," he said, setting the large chest down at the foot of the bed. "Besides, when I rip your clothes off of you, it would be handy to have spares close by."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 17, 2009 17:37:24 GMT -5
Mica walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck as she pressed her lips to his. She pulled back to look into his eyes, a smile coming across her lips. “You know how to sweet talk me into submission.” She said chuckling softly. She moved to the corner of the room and set her packs on the floor. “This feels….really good.” She told him as she moved back to sit on the bed. “What shall we do now? String the fence? Unpack? Love?”
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Post by taran on Jan 17, 2009 22:20:37 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica, taking off his pants and shirt and staring at her.
"All of the above," he said, moving to his closet and pulling out an old pair of work jeans and slipping into them. "First, we'll string the fence, then unpack, then love feverishly all night long."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 17, 2009 22:57:50 GMT -5
Mica smiled as she moved to her pack and pulled out a tshirt and some blue jeans. She stripped down and pulled them on then pulled her boots from deep within the pack. She sat on the bed as she laced them up snuggly. When she had finished, she stood up and looked at Bruce. “Alright. Let’s string some fence and rustle some doggies.” She began to laugh as she moved toward the door.
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Post by taran on Jan 18, 2009 14:24:25 GMT -5
Bruce laughed, shaking his head and following Mica in his socks.
"I don't have any dogs," he said as he reached his boots and pulled them up, slipping his jeans over the high leather. "I do have some cows and horses, though."
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