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Tweak says, "A path is something you create"

Rob Fellows (not_w_loman) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-09-10 18:19:00

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rob fellows, triesta darkholme-harkness

Who: Rob and Tree
Where: Italy, that's where they keep the good coffee
When: Weekendy-ish
What: Coffee meeting and alley funtiems
Warnings: Uh, yes. Very yes.

Rob had long since decided that he quite liked Triesta, she was good company in more ways than one and reminded him a lot of home the same way Navi did.

At that particular moment he was perched in one of the high-backed chairs on the patio of a cozy little cafe that was in about the same place as the cafe he usually stopped at when he visited his tailor in Rome, and it had about the same menu, which was just fine with him. He was sipping delicately at a demitasse cup of coffee, scanning the crowd for the splash of color that was his companion's hair, made her easy to pick out of a throng, that was for sure.

Somehow he managed to lounge and perch all at the same time, just one of those things he'd gotten good at over the centuries, perfectly comfortable in the warmer weather, if asked he'd blame it on the silk, he was a big fan of silk shirts, they were marvelous for regulating temperature as far as he was concerned.

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not_w_loman
2009-10-09 06:58 am UTC (link)

The way she moved, the way she clung to him, not only spurred him on, but also made it easier to keep his own balance for the time being, returning the kiss with the same fervor, dragging the edges of blunt nails down her thigh before returning his hand to where it had been holding, his other hand still braced against the wall behind her, mostly to keep himself in check, remind himself where it was so as not to slam her into it too hard.

He made a content, if breathless, sound at the hands in his hair, it wasn't as brain-melting to him as it was to some people, but he enjoyed it immensely, especially at times like these. He knew this wasn't going to last much longer, there was no way it could with her rolling like that, somehow she always managed to drag him down into instinct alone.

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