Kiernan Murphy (kiernan_murphy) wrote in graymalkin_lane, @ 2014-10-05 11:58:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | #grasp, #kindle, date: 2014-10, e2: holiday season, xi: f1: library |
E2
CHARACTERS: Grasp, Kindle.
TOPIC: A little somethin'.
DATE & TIME: Sunday, October 5th, 2014 @ 12:20pm.
LOCATION: Library, + elsewhere.
RATING: T.
It had been a place he hadn't truly frequented before his relationship with Kindle had become more complex, but his opinion on the "fairy garden" hadn't changed much. He still thought it was kooky, and he still thought it was a bit frivolous. However, Rhia herself was a bit kooky and frivolous, and those were two of her most interesting traits (the frivolity gave Kiernan a headache usually, but her giving heart melted his). So, in the spirit of giving and of the arrival of chilly weather, Kiernan's shirt pocket was home to a tiny confection that he hoped Rhia could use for her meditation creation.
The tiny caramel apples were from the Hobby Lobby, which he'd been pointed towards by the first lady of crafts at Xavier's, and had made the mistake of bringing along a few of the kiddos to check the store out. Well, 'mistake' was a bit harsh. But honestly, he hadn't anticipated there being so many coloring books and candy at a craft store. He sighed and smirked, recalling the lengthy outing, as he strode towards the library to whisk his date off to lunch.
When he came into the room, he chuckled lightly at the fact that Rhia wasn't where she was supposed to be (her desk or the circulation counter). He was going to have to hunt and peck (much like Logan at a keyboard) to find her. Fair enough. She was putting away some children's books, according to their mental link. Kyle must've been in with the wee ones earlier. He instinctively began creeping, on tiptoes, towards the children's fiction and when he came to the end of the long bookcase, he straightened his posture to prevent Kindle from spying him before he could get the jump on her. She was humming something he'd heard her play on her violin, but he couldn't recall what the tune was from. Her red curls bounced as she came down from her toes after reaching up to a higher shelf and he felt his stomach flutter.
He didn't have the heart to startle her now, damn it. Kiernan soon gave in to the childlike whim she'd given him, and he took the corner with no stealth, slipped his arms around her from behind and buried his face amongst her happy-colored locks. He kissed her head, then moved to rest his chin on her shoulder. "Somethin's been pokin' me all mornin'," he said, in greeting. His left shoulder shifted forward so that his pec and pocket pressed into her shoulder blade (briefly), and he grinned at the fact that what he said had been borderline innuendo. The innocence of the tiny gift, though, and the feeling the smell of her gave him overpowered any taboo streams of thought.