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Ayla of No People (_ayla_) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-05 09:03:00

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ayla, complete, day 14, john crichton

Day 14
Who: Ayla & John
What: Go-Carting!
When: Morning
Where: Cafe- then Go-Carts
Rating: PG, if that
Status: Incomplete

It was another glorious morning outside. Sunlight streamed through what could be classified as a window in the wall of her cave-like room. She was happy when she woke up. She prepared the tea she always made for herself and a different brew for Yvaine. The past several days she'd taken the tea to her so that her leg would heal faster.

But after showering, dressing and heading to Yvaine's room, she found that the star woman's leg was by some miracle completely healed. She examined the leg herself and was astonished. Yvaine explained about Tonks and the magical ability to heal instantly and Ayla wished that she had a similar power.

Leaving Yvaine, she headed down to the cafe for some breakfast. She settled herself in a booth and a golem made of clay walked over to take her order. She ordered some poached eggs, a ham steak and a nutty bread toast with gooseberry jam. She waited patiently for it to arrive, sipping some cold milk and looking around at the other patrons of the restaurant. When it arrived, she smiled and thanked the golem who promptly turned and left her to her breakfast.

She buttered and jellied her toast, taking a bite out of it. She was still astonished at the idea that she didn't have to go find all this food herself. That it was already prepared was even more strange. She was used to having the hunters provide the meat for her, but she always had to prepare it. And she had to gather grains and roots to supplement their meat supply. For it all to be laid out in front of her with no work on her part other than requesting it, was altogether unnatural.

She hummed slightly under her breath as she ate, still watching the other customers in the cafe under the cover of lowered brows. She had been reprimanded many times by Creb not to stare. But staring in the Clan equaled eavesdropping. She was just observing, but she still didn't want to be caught in case these people also thought it was rude. She lifted her gaze to the door when she saw it open from the corner of her eye.

She recognized the broad, dark-haired man and, after swallowing the mouthful of food, she smiled and lifted a hand to wave.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-10-17 11:31 am UTC (link)

John felt a deep warmth in his chest when Ayla said that she really liked him…that warmth slowly spread throughout his body. He watched her eat the pie and couldn’t help himself when he wished that it was him that was licking the pie from her fingers instead of herself.

Taking a deep breath and readjusting his sitting position, John noted, “When you said Jondalar’s name, it sounded like he was very special to you. He was a very lucky man to have found you, Ayla”.

Ayla was giggling at him. Oh…he had pie on his mouth. Way to go, Crichton! That’s a turn on! She should be swooning any time now!. Taking a napkin, he wiped over the side of his mouth. Man, guess that crushed any romantic mood a picnic…whoa…wait!. Ayla reached forward and pushed the pie crumb across his lower lip and into his mouth with her finger, letting her finger pause for just long enough to get John completely horned up…Yep, that’s a genuine scientific term. Quickly taking her hand, he held it there, gently, while he licked it clean of pie. “Mmmmm, I think you taste even sweeter than the pie, Princess”, he purred.

Still holding her hand, John looked into her amazingly blue eyes and asked, “Would you mind if I kissed you, Ayla? Because I would really love to do that…unless you don’t want me to…”, he squeezed her hand gently, “…if you want to be just friends, I will honor that, baby, and we will still do lots of things together…but, when I look at you, I want to kiss you and touch you, so if you feel like that too, I’d kinda like to know before I explode or something”, he grinned and winked.

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_ayla_
2008-10-23 11:34 am UTC (link)

"Jondalar was special, John. He was the first man I knew that looked like me. One of the Others. Up until I found him and his brother, I had never seen a man who was not of the Clan." She tilted her head slightly and smiled when he took her hand and held it to his lips, licking her finger clean of the crumb she'd pushed into his mouth. She felt a tug in her belly and she laughed softly when he said she tasted good.

She ducked her head, flushing gently and grinned broadly. She lifted it, however, and her blue eyes widened when he asked if he could kiss her. She nodded. "I like the mouth on mouth, kiss." She moved the basket and crawled across the blanket to rest on her knees in front of him.

She felt a thrill at the prospect of his kiss, and the thrumm in her belly warmed her even under the heat of the sun. She watched his face, saw the worry that wrinkled his forhead and reached her hand up to smooth them away. "I want you to kiss me, John." Her hand moved from his forhead down the side of his face to curl around the back of his neck. She lowered her lips to his and felt instant electricity raise gooseflesh on her skin. She shivered with the thrill and deepened it, pressing herself closer to him in the meantime.

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