Tweak

InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Don't tell me."

Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me
  • Create Account
  • IJ Login
  • OpenID Login
Search by : 
  • View
    • Create Account
    • IJ Login
    • OpenID Login
  • Journal
    • Post
    • Edit Entries
    • Customize Journal
    • Comment Settings
    • Recent Comments
    • Manage Tags
  • Account
    • Manage Account
    • Viewing Options
    • Manage Profile
    • Manage Notifications
    • Manage Pictures
    • Manage Schools
    • Account Status
  • Friends
    • Edit Friends
    • Edit Custom Groups
    • Friends Filter
    • Nudge Friends
    • Invite
    • Create RSS Feed
  • Asylums
    • Post
    • Asylum Invitations
    • Manage Asylums
    • Create Asylum
  • Site
    • Support
    • Upgrade Account
    • FAQs
    • Search By Location
    • Search By Interest
    • Search Randomly

Jean-Luc Picard ([info]tea_earlgreyhot) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2014-01-06 11:49:00

Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend!  Next Entry
Entry tags:data, eric northman, helen magnus, jean-luc picard, kitty pryde (aoa), spencer reid, tieria erde

[ day 253 ] action :: open
[ Option One ]

First thing in the morning, Jean-Luc stops by the Defense Force headquarters to check in. He makes a habit of this every other day or so, just to see if he's needed in any manner but his usual patrol duties. So he can be found here with a fresh cup of steaming tea. He probably won't remain for long though, so catch him while you can if you need him.


[ Option Two ]

As often as he frequents the library, he should probably set up residence there. A home away from home, sort of thing. But nevertheless, he is at the library again. He's perusing the bookshelves, for the rare novelty of a book from another world that Earth. He frequently finds them in this place, as the prison does pull people in from everywhere. And this is his own personal way to continue his exploration of the Universe. Books, after all, are one of the most obvious founts of knowledge. And we know what people say of idle minds...


[ Closed to Helen Magnus ]

Jean-Luc has packed a dinner for both himself and Helen. He had sent her a message to meet at the stables later in the afternoon. He's in the stables, saddling up two horses, one for himself and one for Helen. A bag settles on the ground at his feet. He's in full riding attire. But yes, he has accepted that this meeting of theirs is an actual date. And he's okay with that.



(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-07 06:43 pm UTC (link)
So intent as he was upon saddling the horses that he hadn't realized she had arrived for several minutes. His hands move as if they are accustomed to such endeavors, ensuring that the buckles are good at tight, reigns properly placed so as to cause the creatures minimal discomfort. Yes, he has done this many times over as they had had several horses in Lebarre. His mother had loved to ride and had taught her sons well.

He's paused to smooth his gloved palm over the side of one of the horses head when he notices that she's there. His eyes smile first, filling with a certain spark that occurs when she's near. And his lips quickly follow suit to mimic the emotion with a small grin as she approaches him. Her kisses are mirrored and Jean-Luc revels in the propriety of it all. He does enjoy such things as he is a sentimental man by nature and his mother had taken great pains to make sure that he and Robert knew of and maintained a certain amount of etiquette while still allowing them to be young boys.

"I did promise you that I would. And I am nothing if not a man of my word." He replies. "As it is, my invitation could be considered purely selfish on my part given the manner of company I'm in."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-07 08:58 pm UTC (link)
Helen can tell by his movements that this is an action he has grown quite accustomed to. She might be more than a touch out of practice, but she can hope she won't disappoint him with her abilities. For a few moments after she pulls back, as he is speaking, her attention is fully on him, her smile and the light in her eyes only for him. For the first time in a very, very long time, she is content to allow her personal feelings to cloud everything else. No work she has here is more important than this and as she has no idea how long her time here will be, she is taking advantage of the time offered to her. Nearly two centuries have passed since she last allowed this of herself.

"I don't see any problem with a little indulgence if my company is as good as yours." Her response is warm, genuine and yet with a slight hint of teasing. "Besides, I do believe I would enjoy taking as much time to get to know you as you will allow."

Unlike him, she isn't wearing gloves at the moment, as she wishes to introduce herself to the horse she'll be riding properly before they head out. She holds Jean-Luc's gaze for a moment longer before she turns to the horses. "You seem to know your way around a barn. Shall we?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-07 10:50 pm UTC (link)
If and when he discovered that it had been nearly two centuries since she had allowed herself a relationship of the sort that they were developing, he would feel very lucky. And he might question why, why in any number ways that the question why could be asked in this instance. Nevertheless, he is very pleased that she agreed to meet him here and spend her time with him. Even without knowing that he is her first in some time, he feels the enormity of her decision to be here with him.

"Yes, I... my mother had several horses on the Vineyard. She taught us to ride, my brother and me." After picking up his bag he brought with him and looping it over a hook on the saddle, he turns to one horse to rub his palm down her neck. "This one seems fairly tame. I thought perhaps you might ride her."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-07 11:20 pm UTC (link)
She'd been in her nineties when she'd broken off her relationship with James and moved to Old City to start the Sanctuary there in the late 1940's. After that, she had kept herself isolated, enjoying little hints of intimacy that, until now, she hadn't wanted to develop into something further. Personal relationships were few and far between for her, and losing people like Eric to the enormity of her work hadn't helped. Then she'd spent 113 years trying not to taint the timeline. Developing anything intimate back then had been something of a forbidden wish, something that would frighten her in her sleep, and a part of her marvels that Jean-Luc has pulled that wish from the depths of her heart so easily. They are connected in ways she had never imagined possible again. Despite a fervent distaste for ruining the good feelings they have right now, she hopes to someday tell him about that and ask him for a favor slightly related to it. She would ask it of James, but he wouldn't yet understand the enormity of the favor and in a few days' time she will need a level of comfort only Jean-Luc can offer. If he is willing.

That can be discussed later. For now, she focuses on the horse in front of her, a gentle smile on her face. It should be clear that she is accustomed to working with animals. Her work with the Sanctuary demands that she know how to deal with all manner of creature. She offers her hand to the horse, palm up for it to sniff, and then leans in to gently blow her scent into the horse's nose. A soft breath of air is her response before the horse nudges her with its head. Helen smiles and reaches up to rub the horse's forehead.

"I see your plan. Give me the easy one." Her teasing grin is given to Jean-Luc for a moment. "We never had horses in any of the Sanctuaries. Never know what might decide that something normal like a cat, dog, or horse looks like dinner." That and most of the Sanctuaries were placed in the heart of large cities like Old City and London. Having a horse in those situations, without anywhere to run, would be cruel. Her work was for Abnormals, not creatures humans were accustomed to. "I can't even remember the last time I had the opportunity to ride."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-08 02:02 am UTC (link)
His heart swells as he watches her with the horse. There are many things of which he finds attractive in a woman, things most men don't think to look for, and Helen has a list of them. But the way the creature responds to her, how easily she calms it, how well they take to each other, well to him its a thing of beauty. And his eyes don't hide his feelings on the subject as he has vowed to attempt to be open during this time with her today, not to hide behind so much of his own public persona.

The phrase 'everything is food for something else' comes to mind. And he's silent for only a moment to consider the truth of the quote. Then he offered her a hand. "I will see you up on your horse then." The words held both an anticipation and a desire for her safety. Mostly, he just anticipated seeing her ride.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-08 02:19 am UTC (link)
She may be adept at most situations and know how to mount a horse by herself, but she still allows him to help her up. In spite of her age and how little she has done this sort of activity, she mounts with a practiced ease, settling herself in the saddle and waiting for him to join her on his horse.

For the moment, she watches him in turn, her own eyes displaying her feelings on the subject. The fact that he seems so at ease near any sort of creature, not only humanoid ones, is something she finds attractive. He's quite open with his ideas and beliefs and so far she has seen very little, if anything at all, to dislike about their time together. In fact, the only thing she has found remotely distasteful is that they don't spend nearly enough time together in situations like this, just the two of them. She endeavors to change that.

Once he's aboard his horse, she offers a smile, slightly less bright and warm than earlier, but no less genuine. "Shall we?" She will follow his lead on this and she is very much looking forward to this outing.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-08 07:24 pm UTC (link)
Once she's properly on her own steed, Jean-Luc moves toward his own. In a bold move, his palm lightly caresses her leg at her calve as he passes by. He's graceful when mounting his horse, well accustomed to such things even though on the Enterprise it's always an anomaly when he finds the time to do so.

After he's settled, he nods in her direction, catching that smile and wondering as to why it's been dulled even in the slightest from moments before. With the reigns in hand, a click of his tongue and a squeeze of his thighs, the horse starts off. He keeps it at a slow trot, more to enjoy the moment and still maintain conversation rather than a full gallop. At least not just yet.

Once she's next to him on her own horse, he plunders ahead with his silent question from moments before. "Is something on your mind, Helen? I do hope I haven't given you cause to do anything but enjoy today."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-08 08:12 pm UTC (link)
She's pulling on her gloves as he begins to move and for a moment, at his touch to her leg, time seems to stand still. Her breath catches briefly in her chest and she resists the urge to reach down to him. Contrary to popular belief, she can be an extremely touchy sort of person, someone who doesn't mind being touched or held. She doesn't often allow that sort of thing, particularly not the type of intimate and important contact that she's been sharing with Jean-Luc recently. Right now she isn't dissuading him from any manner of contact and he alone is allowed to touch her the way he just has.

Helen follows closely, keeping her horse abreast of his as long as possible, to ensure they can continue this conversation. At his question, she gently shakes her head. "No, of course not. You never have and I doubt you ever will. Please don't immediately suspect yourself of having upset me. I can assure you, if that ever happens, you will be the first to know."

For a few moments, she simply rides onward, the pieces of her hair that have fallen out of the ponytail whipping around her head like a wreath. She's comfortable on a horse, riding easily and calmly, her position both graceful and gentle so as not to hurt her horse. A few seconds pass before she endeavors to continue her thought, to explain what he might have picked up in her expression. Normally, she wouldn't even begin to put words to her difficulties, but she feels that if they are to try to make a relationship out of these feelings they share, then she owes it to him to explain.

"Do you recall one of the first times we met in person, when I told you that for me loss is as constant a companion as life? I wasn't exaggerating. Nine times out of ten, I'm simply recalling another time, a person or situation I once knew. You remind me of so many people and events I've known over the course of my life, those I've loved and lost, and I know someday I will lose you, as well." She doesn't look forward to that day and she tries to ignore it, so she can enjoy what time she has with Jean-Luc. "But you also have the capacity to make me immeasurably happy in a way no one else can. I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together, no matter what topic we discussed or what had happened previously. If you remember nothing else about today, at least remember that."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-11 06:52 pm UTC (link)
He did remember that conversation and couldn't help but dislike that he would occasionally bring about those memories in her. Memories that made her feel such nostalgia and melancholy over said losses that she had suffered. But he also logically knew that this was not to be avoided given the amount of history she had to draw from. Such nostalgia was a foregone conclusion in most any situation he could offer her.

"I will attempt to do so." And he would. He would try not to take such links to her memories personally as they had nothing to do with him. He was her here and now, however long the both of them chose to enjoy the company of the other, and however long the prison allowed them each other's company.

He casts her a sideways grin from atop his steed. "However, I do hope you will forgive me if I simultaneously attempt to make you smile as often as possible."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-11 07:21 pm UTC (link)
With her age and experience and all the trauma she'd been through, something as simple as a smell could bring about a memory. The fact that she willingly spends time with him despite those memories and experiences means that he, the man he is and the memories he makes with her, overrides everything else. And if it's up to her, if it's at all possible once they return to their worlds, she will find him. It would take her a minimum of three hundred or so years, but at this point, she's willing to wait. Jean-Luc is more than worth that kind of wait.

His comment following that does succeed in making her laugh, her smile returning to the almost blindly bright and happy expression it had held before they mounted and got their ride under way. "I would expect nothing less," she answers, fixing him with that warm smile she was coming to adopt purely for him. If they hadn't been moving, she would have reached for his hand or arm or shoulder, some point she could use to anchor herself and show him that she isn't upset with him, that she's actually serious about enjoying this outing with him. Instead, she takes a breath and decides to get the unpleasantness out of the way now.

"I was, however, wondering if I might ask a favor of you in a few days' time."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-13 04:06 pm UTC (link)
Her laugh brings a smile to his own lips. Jean-Luc isn't adverse to smiling. But it is rare that he smiles so fully and so genuinely, usually a very serious man even in private. His smile mirrors hers and his brows lift and he nods.

"Of course, Helen. You may ask anything of me at any time." And he would most certainly try to give it were he able and inclined.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-13 04:44 pm UTC (link)
Helen is quite glad to see that smile on his face. It seems rare to her, something to be treasured and never taken for granted. She vows to enjoy it as long as she can and oh how sorry she is to bring their moment of laughter to an abrupt halt, as she knows it will be once she explains. Taking a deep breath, she sits deep in the saddle and slows her horse to a walk. This will be touchy at best. She doesn't know how he'll take it.

"You can imagine, knowing me by now, that I'm the type to keep up with the passage of time. I like to know exactly what day it is here and what day it should be for me were I at home." It's a control thing. "Today would be December 2nd. Day 259 will be December 8th for me." She should recall if she's told him the significance of that date or not, but she can't quite, so she opts to clarify. "Ashley's birthday. I don't know if you plan your days out so far in advance and I was hoping... you might be willing to spend at least some of that time with me. I realize it's a lot to ask and I wouldn't ask it of you if it weren't important. I've spent that day alone for the last 113 years. I don't think I can bear to make it 114."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-18 04:57 pm UTC (link)
Her request touches something deep inside of him. He does know about long memories and a special attentiveness paid toward the passage of time. And he also knows about the solitude that can so often overwhelm on certain days. He had quite a few of those certain days as he's certain Helen does.

His mind quickly wanders at the mention of the date, trying to place its significance until she mentions Ashley. He knows full well about Ashley. And her request makes his artificial heart warm to know that she would think highly enough of him to request his company on such a special day to her. He looks over to her again, slowing his steed to match the pace of hers. And he offers her a small smile, soft and genuine. "I would be delighted to spend that day with you and words could not express the honor I feel at your having asked me."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-18 05:44 pm UTC (link)
Helen doesn't know if Jean-Luc is aware of just what her request, and his acceptance of that request, actually means. For someone like her, this means she is inviting him into her world, requesting that he be a part of her life in a more personal and intimate way than she's allowing anyone else. It means she does truly care for him, that she appreciates and likes his company. But it also means that she's asking more of him than he realizes.

Taking a deep breath, she squeezes one leg against her horse's side so it will close the distance between the two horses just enough for her to reach out to touch Jean-Luc's arm. Sometimes actions really do speak louder than words and she wants him to know what this means to her. "It won't be easy, for either of us, particularly you, but I don't think anyone else would be able to understand and handle what that day will bring."

She knows what she was like when she'd asked Will to stay the year after Ashley's death, tense and demanding but very distant as well. The year after that, she'd been dying of radiation poisoning and dealing with Adam Worth and the whole Hollow Earth escapade had been the distraction she'd needed. Then she'd spent 113 years trying not to remember it and now... now she's asking someone she truly feels may be able to understand and help her through it. Whatever the case, whatever this brings, all she can ask is that he not leave her alone. There's nothing else she can say, so she just allows her eyes to give him the gratitude she can't speak and waits to see if he'll respond further on this subject, change it, or continue their ride.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-18 07:39 pm UTC (link)
That touch to his arm does speak volumes between the two of them. Jean-Luc lifts one hand to briefly rest over hers. He gives her an understanding look, letting her know that he understands as best as he is able. Then they pick up their pace a bit to ride in amiable companionship.

He finds a small glade of green grass and slows once again. "This will be the perfect spot to rest and eat." He slid down off of his horse and glanced to her to see if she needed help down. Deciding she knew precisely how to handle a horse, he led his over to a tree and wrapped the reigns around a low branch to keep him near. Then he got his bag and the blanket he had brought off of the back of the horse. "I thought I might surprise you with a picnic."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-18 09:35 pm UTC (link)
They don't need much in the way of words and Helen finds it's quite nice to just be able to ride in silence, enjoying his closeness and the feel of the horse beneath her. By the time they reach the spot he's chosen and dismounted, a gentle smile has returned to her face. It seems what she said about him being able to make her immeasurably happy is accurate.

"You're quite thoughtful, Jean-Luc. It's been some time since anyone has done something like this for me."

She makes certain her horse is secure -- she's noticed the animals here seem much calmer and more gentle than she's used to -- before she follows him. At this point, she'll let him spread the blanket, offering help only if he seems to want or need it, and once they have time to settle down, she'll remain as close to him as he will allow, needing the comfort his presence offers her.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-19 03:52 pm UTC (link)
He sets to spreading out the blanket, walking around it and tugging at each corner until it is flat and wrinkle free. It's a hint to the consummate perfectionist in him, should Helen take notice of it. While he knows perfection is rarely in fact attainable, he does continually strive for it in all things.

Once settled on the blanket with Helen at his side, he opens the bag and withdraws two sandwiches and two cups, teabags and a hefty thermos. He steadies the cups and places the tea bags in them, then he pours the warm water from the thermos into them. "I thought we both could use something nice and... simple in nature given the past few weeks. And I am glad to know that I was right."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-19 07:18 pm UTC (link)
And notice she does. It's yet another similarity, though she will also attribute that perfectionist tendency in part to a sense of control, both of which Helen herself shares. She settles on the blanket and waits patiently while he unpacks the bag and prepares the tea, graciously accepting what he offers. A long time has passed since she's done anything like this with anyone and she finds that she's enjoying this more than she thought she might.

"This is wonderful," she admits, her voice soft and yet full of emotion. After her explanation about John and the fiasco with the pictures and then their admission of feelings directly following that and now her request today, she has to admit that it is nice to just sit down and enjoy spending time with Jean-Luc. "I don't often have a chance to enjoy the quiet. Normally I don't allow myself much time to relax, as I can't stand being idle. But this reminds me in part of my villa in Italy. It was nice to spend an extended weekend there, though I didn't go very often."

Once every seven years for an extended weekend. That was all the vacation she could ever stand. Having so much free time here is driving her crazy little by little, so even something small like this is appreciated. It gets her out and about more than she would be otherwise.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-21 03:59 pm UTC (link)
He doesn't often make the time for such things as well. But given all of their recent turmoil, and the newness of their budding relationship, he felt that special attention to such detail should be given. He did want to get to know Helen. And he wanted her to know him. He wanted them to have good memories to go with whatever the prison might throw at them at any given time.

"A villa in Italy?" He seems very curious and intrigued by the idea. "Will you tell me of it? Why did you not visit often? How much land do you own?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-21 05:19 pm UTC (link)
"Indeed," she answers, thinking of it fondly. "It was a place I would go once every seven years for an extended weekend. That's about all the time I can stand sitting around doing nothing." She is British to the core, after all. "The villa itself is large enough, very spread out so that I have plenty to do just by walking across it. I don't often take people with me when I go. Usually, I need everyone else to stay with their respective Sanctuaries while I'm otherwise occupied. Besides, I wouldn't want everyone knowing my Italian secret."

She isn't certain why she's about to tell him one of her best-kept secrets. Perhaps it's their connection, the bond between them that speaks of trust and compassion. It isn't as though this secret is a particularly vile one, but it isn't something she normally has time for and no one really knows about it. What Will would think if he knew... Declan knows, she's certain, only because James knew and James was there when she was learning. She smiles and leans back on one arm as she thinks about it all.

"It's the only place I have a piano. My mother would be ashamed if she knew. She taught me to play when I was much, much younger. Said all young girls of good breeding needed to know how." Comes with being born in the Victorian era. It wasn't something she'd ever tried to teach Ashley as her daughter had been born into a much different culture and she doubted Ashley would ever have had the patience for such a venture. She tilts her head in his direction to see how he's responding to this revelation. "I don't play much anymore. Don't have the time or the reason to."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-24 03:31 pm UTC (link)
"I understand the need for solitude and see no harm in the occasional need for retreat from the universe at large." If he had a villa such as that, he would probably visit it alone as well. As it was, the vineyard sort of served that purpose. Only his brother, his wife and son lived there. And Jean-Luc had hastily retreated there after his initial assimilation by the Borg, needing some time to recover. He could easily equate the two.

He smiled a bit at her mention of her mother teaching her piano. "My Mother thought I should know as well and attempted to teach me. And there are times that I wish I hadn't thwarted her attempts or squandered such valuable lessons from her while she was alive."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-24 04:55 pm UTC (link)
"As did I," Helen responds softly as she shifts her weight to sit up properly. It's been a very long time since she saw her mother and there are days that pass where she misses her more than others, days where she wishes she had taken the time to learn the things she "should have" known.

Endeavoring not to close herself off and block Jean-Luc out of her thoughts and feelings as she normally would have, Helen turns a small smile towards her companion. "Well, then, when I meet you in the future, perhaps we can learn it together." When, not if. She knows she's making a lot of assumptions with that, but at this point, she doesn't care. She'll do a lot to reach him again, even believing in the very small hope that they're from the same universe. "Until then and until I can take you to Italy myself, we have this."

For a moment, she simply gazes at him, taking in how he looks, how he's looking at her, and then she turns to focus on her tea and food. They have this outing, their relationship, and their love for each other, to name a few things. She's convinced that she's gone soft, though she knows a great many people who would be happy to see her like this, to know that she's let someone in through her emotional walls and into the core of her own being. She doesn't regret it, doubts she ever could, and hopes he won't, either.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2014-01-26 04:56 pm UTC (link)
Her words promise of a future, of her finding him in his own time as he is simply human and would not live forever. But the thought of her finding him in that time warms his heart. That warmth spread throughout him and very near overwhelmed him until he leaned over to gently press a kiss to the corner of her lips, then her cheek, then one palm lifted to cup the side of her face, and his lips found hers. It was very forward of him. But sometimes there were just no words that would suffice, only action.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]lifelines
2014-01-26 06:17 pm UTC (link)
Helen knows full well that she's being more than a little wishful with that line of thought, but at this point it's all she has to hold onto. She's willing to wait that length of time for him, because she can't even entertain any other option. If they're ever given the opportunity to escape within this world, she will absolutely remain with him. However, if they're given a choice of going back to their separate worlds, staying here together, or going together to one world or the other, her only choice is to separate. She has things to do in her world and none of it can be trusted to anyone else. She would never be able to skip to his time and she could never ask him to remain in her time. He belongs in the future, she to the past.

Only here can their times collide and collide they do. Her eyes slide shut at the gentle kisses, her head turning towards him as he presses a hand to the side of her face. She leans into the embrace, one of her hands lifting to rest against the top of his shoulder. Her lips part as she opens up fully to him, sinking into the kiss and deepening it. Once, several days ago, she'd been bold enough to kiss him like this; now it's his turn to be forward enough to kiss her. And dear god is she enjoying it. Her free hand moves to rest on his thigh, close to his knee, as she curls her legs up under her, and she uses it as leverage to keep her balance. Now she just hopes he won't mind that touch, that it isn't going to be too much, too forward, for their budding relationship. She isn't yet willing to lose him.

(Reply to this) (Parent)


(Read comments) -


Home | Site Map | Manage Account | TOS | Privacy | Support | FAQs