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Post by taran on Jan 9, 2009 20:05:13 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Kia as she giggled. She was funny and light hearted, and he loved that.
"Well, I like to just go for walks," he said. "But I also like to make things. I grew up on a farm and was always working in the garden, so I like to work with my hands. What about you?"
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Post by micaylah on Jan 9, 2009 21:17:58 GMT -5
Kia smiled as she looked at him. “I like to do many things. Sit by a stream or under the light of a full moon. Watch stars. Feel the cool breeze on my face as it raises my hair to flow behind me. Ride horses. Take pictures of people when they don’t realize they are being photographed. I love to garden. I cannot pick just one thing. There are so many that bring me happiness.” She squeezed his hand lightly as they continued to walk. “I do think what I like the most is also that which gives me the most pain. I love my job. I like taking care of people, nursing them back to health. I like being with them as they draw their last breath. I know that sounds strange but this is how I look at it. I am there so they are not alone. I hold their hand. Provide comfort. I am honored to share the last moment of their life with them as they go on to the next step in their journey. I hope that I make it as filled with love as when they come into this world. That their soul can go easily but it also causes me sorrow to see them leave. I get attached to those I care for and they become like family to me. No matter how short the time spent with them. I enter their life at their most vulnerable time. They trust me unconditionally and I take their trust and guard it viciously.” She shook her head as she turned from him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ramble on.”
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Post by taran on Jan 10, 2009 16:00:06 GMT -5
Bruce smiled, squeezing Kia's hand lightly.
"No," he said as he stepped over a large rock. "You don't need to appologize. I'm glad you enjoy what you do, and I'm glad that you told me. I understand what you mean. You're happy to see them go, to see them leave this world for a better one, but also sad because you cannot see them again."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 10, 2009 16:34:34 GMT -5
Kia turned, pulling Bruce to a stop as she stepped in front of him. She looked deeply into his eyes, searching. “You really do understand don’t you.” She smiled at finding someone she thought might really get her. Someone who may actually understand her.
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Post by taran on Jan 10, 2009 16:37:21 GMT -5
Bruce nodded then smiled, looking into Kia's eyes.
"Of course I understand," he said, touching her cheek. "Similar things happen when leaving home or friends for a long time. You're excited to go to see new things, but at the same time you want to stay with those friends and family."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 10, 2009 17:26:10 GMT -5
Kia smiled warmly as she leaned into the feel of his hand on her cheek. “You are truly wise.” She told him softly as she took a deep breath. “And you smell exquisite too.”
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Post by taran on Jan 11, 2009 12:47:02 GMT -5
Bruce laughed, letting his hand on her cheek trail down to her lower back, holding her close to him.
"That's from the horse," he said with a smile as he leaned down and began to kiss her lips softly.
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Post by micaylah on Jan 11, 2009 13:17:57 GMT -5
Kia melted into his kiss, her body pressing closer to him. Her heart quickened as she closed her eyes tilting her head back to receive his soft kiss. She felt the firmness of his muscles below his shirt as her hand moved to his chest. The other rose under his arm to trail up to his broad shoulders grasping tightly as she felt something beginning to rise within her.
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Post by douglas9465 on Jan 11, 2009 15:14:47 GMT -5
Doug liked the idea of this as he looked at her perfect form. "What exactly by "moves" do you mean?"
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Post by micaylah on Jan 11, 2009 15:39:20 GMT -5
Mica drew a deep breath as she truly looked at Doug’s naked body before her. She smiled as she looked coyly into his eyes. She leaned close to him, so close that she could feel his breath upon her. “I mean that if you win the hand…you can kiss me…wherever you want. If you would rather you may touch me…wherever you like…however you wish. The same goes for me if I win the hand.” Mica slowly moved back letting her lips brush lightly across his cheek as she did. She smiled as she began to shuffle the cards.
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Post by taran on Jan 11, 2009 16:25:48 GMT -5
Bruce pulled his lips back from Kia to look into her eyes, a smile on his lips.
"How is this possible?" he asked, brushing away her hair from her face. "I just met you only a few minutes ago and yet I feel. . . as if my heart cannot live without you."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 11, 2009 16:55:18 GMT -5
Kia smiled softly as she leaned her forehead to his. She raised a hand to his cheek as she moved so that her lips pressed softly to his. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I feel something too.”
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Post by douglas9465 on Jan 11, 2009 17:22:01 GMT -5
Doug's eye's widened as Mica spoke to him. "Okay sounds good to me. You start."
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Post by taran on Jan 11, 2009 18:40:38 GMT -5
Bruce smiled, taking in the taste of Kia's lips as a thirsty man does a spring of water in the desert.
"What now?" he asked, feeling his body close to hers as his heart beat faster and his breath quickened. He reached to her, holding her close as his passion and desire rose higher than he ever thought he could ever feel.
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Post by micaylah on Jan 11, 2009 19:05:40 GMT -5
Mica dealt five cards between them and picked up her hand fanning the cards within her fingers. She looked at Doug over the top of the cards then closed them back up neatly. She smiled slightly as she held a pair of aces and assorted trash. “How many cards do you need Doug?”
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Kia became breathless from the intensity of his kiss. Her heart beat madly as her mind tried to pull her back but her body wanted to move forward. “I don’t know.” She told him softly. Her hands moved to trail slowly upon him, moving with a will of their own as she felt the curve of his cheeks beneath her grasp.
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