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ladyfirestarterAbout half of the fourteenth floor of the Dolphin Hotel -- it's the thirteenth floor, of course, but numbered 14 -- is closed for renovations.
Charlie's room is on the ninth floor.
She holds open the door of room 928, slipping the card-key back into her pocket.
Charlie's room is on the ninth floor.
She holds open the door of room 928, slipping the card-key back into her pocket.
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Date: 2007-09-03 05:56 am (UTC)They are purveyors of metaphysical wisdom, after all.
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Date: 2007-09-03 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-03 05:58 am (UTC)"Hey! Honest question!"
Punctuated, naturally, by another pillow lobbed at Charlie.
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Date: 2007-09-03 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-03 07:56 pm (UTC)They're still a little ungainly, though. This necessitates a plan of attack that requires launching oneself at one's opponent. Prometheus is duty-bound to proceed!
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Date: 2007-09-03 08:10 pm (UTC)A twist and a half-roll, and she's out from under him and off the other side of the bed, half-crouched in the narrow aisle between the bed and the wall. She's still grinning, but not laughing anymore.
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Date: 2007-09-03 08:19 pm (UTC)The leap left him sprawled across the foot of the bed; he props himself on his forearms for a moment. "In answer to your question," he says calmly, "I think Hoboken is also a likely option."
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Date: 2007-09-03 08:24 pm (UTC)"Have I told you recently that you are a loon?"
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Date: 2007-09-03 08:31 pm (UTC)It doesn't stay there, for long. He bunches it up and props it under his chin. His feet dangle off the end of the bed.
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Date: 2007-09-03 08:41 pm (UTC)She finds herself studying his hair, thick and shaggy as the fur of some large dog; one might stroke it, and be soothed.
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Date: 2007-09-03 08:48 pm (UTC)It's still impossible not to smile a little.
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Date: 2007-09-03 08:51 pm (UTC)Her fingers slide through his hair, and linger.
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Date: 2007-09-03 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-03 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-03 09:11 pm (UTC)And it is, strong and thick and strokable under her fingers.
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Date: 2007-09-04 12:39 am (UTC)Late afternoon sun flares over Charlie's hair. Sets it aflame. What time is it? Prometheus wonders, hoping to pinpoint this shade somehow.
"Yours is nicer," he says instead.
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Date: 2007-09-04 02:01 am (UTC)Her hand slips a little lower, fingers moving in slow circles through the hair at the base of the skull.
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Date: 2007-09-04 02:10 am (UTC)He twists onto his side and sits up. If the hand at the nape of Charlie's neck brings her a little closer -- well.
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Date: 2007-09-04 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-04 02:42 am (UTC)There is a hollow he can feel beneath the cloth of her shirt: his thumb traces it, his eyes on her fingertips on his.
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Date: 2007-09-04 02:57 am (UTC)"We should," she says, and then "... hell. Wait."
And leans back again.
She's still holding his hand, and drawing it reluctantly away from her chest.
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Date: 2007-09-04 03:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-04 03:03 am (UTC)"I'm sorry. But if we're going to do this -- and I do want to," she adds, her eyes flicking back to his anxiously.
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Date: 2007-09-04 03:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
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