Lynnette
Rogue Werewolf
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I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 7, 2007 22:33:43 GMT
Lynnette’s own DVD collection was far from tiny, and she wondered what they might do about doubles when they put the two sets together, but they would cross that bridge when they came to it. It didn’t particularly matter whether they boxed them and kept them in the closet for emergencies, or something of the sort, or sold them, perhaps; Lynnette wasn’t overly attached to her collection, and saw no point in having two copies of one movie, unless they were different editions.
She had to allow herself a smile, having not expected him to lean on his much-loved car to fill out the necessary fields on the cheque. Listening as he spoke, she nodded, even though his head was down. “Maybe I can just growl at him and get him to ‘forget’ any problems.” Lynnette smiled. “I’m kidding.” That much was obvious, but it didn’t hurt to say it anyway. Accepting the cheque, she looked it over, and then turned her eyes up to him with a smile, not feeling the need to really say anything as she gazed at him.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 9, 2007 14:23:31 GMT
Nick had no doubt that they would be able to figure out what to do with any double copies of DVDs later. They could talk about it when they got around to sorting through everything and figure out what they wanted to do then. He didn’t particularly care one way or the other, but there really was no sense in having more than one copy of a movie actually in the collection. Put away in case of emergencies, sure. Sitting around taking up space in the collection that could be used for another movie, no.
Nick returned the smile and, like Lynnette, not feeling as if anything needed to be said. He couldn’t remember feeling so at peace before he met her. It was yet another feeling that he had realized that he had never experienced before but enjoyed so greatly that he hoped that he never had to go back to not feeling it.
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Lynnette
Rogue Werewolf
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I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 11, 2007 21:05:41 GMT
Really, double DVDs were right down there at the bottom of the list for Lynnette. She didn’t particularly care if they had two copies of Die Hard, or three copies of Van Helsing, or whatever else showed up in multiple. Perhaps they would keep hold of them; it was always good to have backup. First things first, they had to actually move her into the apartment; then they could start figuring out all that kind of thing. The CDs might end up being a ‘problem’ too.
Leaning up again, her free hand gently against his chest, she kissed him on the lips. It wasn’t a prolonged contact, but it wasn’t fleeting either; somewhere in the middle, like a happy medium. When she pulled back, and down, she smiled, reluctantly saying, “I don’t want to make you late. It sounded like they need you, after all.”
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 11, 2007 21:26:06 GMT
When the kiss ended and Lynnette spoke, Nick made a little face. “But I don’t want to,” he whined playfully. Then, seriously, he said, “Still, the sooner I get there, the sooner I can do whatever it is that I need to do. The sooner I get that done, the sooner I can come back and we can make the apartment officially our place by mixing all of our stuff together and seeing how eclectic our combined collection of stuff ends up being.” Eclectic was good, though, especially since it was going to be his stuff and Lynnette’s.
“Remember, you’re more than welcome to just hang around and help yourself to anything that I might’ve put in the refrigerator. Stretch out on the couch- or the bed- to take a nap, watch TV…” He gave a shrug. “Whatever it is that you might end up wanting to do. If you want to go ahead and put your clothes in the closet, just shove all of my stuff off to one side to make room. Empty dresser drawers onto the bed and I’ll find some place for everything later. Whatever you feel like you want or need to do.”
With that, he ducked his head and kissed her softly. He really didn’t want to leave but knew that he needed to. When he broke the kiss, he offered her a smile. As incredibly cheesy as it sounded, he couldn’t help but think of this as the first day of the rest of his life.
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Lynnette
Rogue Werewolf
Dancer
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 13, 2007 18:13:42 GMT
His childish complaint had prompted her to run her hand over the side of his jaw, with a pout, as if she were granting him the sympathy he deserved for the whine. She smiled afterwards, her fingers briefly toying with the little spikes of hair at the base of his head where it met his neck. When her hand lowered, it traced over his shoulder; over the clean, pressed fabric of his suit jacket. Lynnette laughed at the word ‘eclectic’; for some reason, it struck her as amusing. “I’m sure it’ll be perfectly eclectic,” she told him, nodding her head in agreement.
“I’ll see if I can’t figure out a way to… what’s the word? Optimise? That’s it. I’ll ‘optimise’.” Lynnette shrugged. Somewhere along the lines, her sentence had completely lost its structure, but she didn’t care about that. He would know what she meant.
His kiss made her give an inward sigh of contentment all over again as her hand slowly stroked down over his chest, the wolf in her feeling and appreciating the strength she felt there; the woman in her merely loving the warmth and reassurance beneath her palm. The more he kissed her, the harder it was to think of being without him for hours…
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 14, 2007 22:39:23 GMT
He needed to get going, he knew that, but pulling himself away from Lynnette was proving to be one of the hardest things that he had ever had to do. He wanted so badly to stay, but the more he dragged his heels, the longer it would be before he could get back to her. That was a new thought. Having someone to get back to was something that he had never had before and he most certainly liked the thought of having that now.
“I can’t wait until my next day off…” And he really couldn’t. It offered the possibility of spending an entire day with Lynnette. “Oh, before I forget to ask. Did you still want me to check out the want ads that are going in to see if there’s anything dance related?”
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Lynnette
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Dancer
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 16, 2007 3:40:46 GMT
Perhaps she ought to be the one to step back. Lynnette considered this, wondering if it would make it easier for Nick to detach himself and head off to work if she wasn’t practically clinging to him. She wasn’t anywhere near arrogant enough to think he was lingering for the exact reasons she wanted him to linger for, but who knew? She wasn’t about to analyse it; something about not knowing for certain and merely speculating made it more exciting, in a childish sort of way.
“Oh!” Lynnette had forgotten all about the ads, and her cheeks flushed a little with embarrassment. “That would be fantastic, thank you.” She reached up and kissed him briefly again before giving a soft groan to herself. “Okay, I should let you go, or they’re gonna start calling your cell, or something.” After she said that, she checked her own phone, to see his number listed plainly, nodding to herself. It was good to know she definitely had it.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 16, 2007 19:23:47 GMT
Nick had never had a problem going to work before. He loved his job as a reporter, knowing that he was delivering the truth (or at least, the truth when it didn’t have something to do with werewolves, vampires or something else that the majority of the city’s population really didn’t need to know about and would likely think that he was a crackpot for writing about) to the city. That, however, couldn’t hold a candle to the thought of getting to spend the day with Lynnette. He just wanted to be there with her, to just stay with her for the rest of eternity and not worry about what the rest of the world was doing. He knew, however, that he really did need to work. While he had a good bit of money put away, it most certainly wouldn’t last forever and he did want to be able to give her anything she might ever need or want.
When the kiss ended he said, “It’s not a problem.” The, he made a little face. “I wouldn’t be surprised if someone decides to do that if I stay around too much longer. I don’t want to go, though.” He gave her a smile. “You’re hard to walk away from, even if it’s just to go to work.”
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Lynnette
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I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 19, 2007 1:14:14 GMT
Lynnette hadn’t worked in a while. She was thankful she had had the foresight to save her incoming cash when she had, or she wouldn’t have had anything to live off for the past… god, how long had she been unemployed? She remembered when she hadn’t cared about the money, and had taken just about any dancing job that would offer her the chance to express and be onstage, but now, she needed that money. Even if Nick said he didn’t want it, she wanted to pitch in with the expenses. She wanted to pay him back for her lease. That was important to her; helping out and being equal in the support of a home and… a life.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but… that’s the kind of thing that makes me a little smug. You should be careful of the compliments.” She wasn’t sure if that was even considered a compliment, but it still made it hard to stop smiling, even though she was working on putting distance between them so he could go to work. Lynnette didn’t want him to get in trouble just because of her, after all.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 19, 2007 20:41:24 GMT
“But I like giving you compliments, especially when they’re well founded and completely true, two things they always are when they come from me.” To Nick, what he had said had been the truth, pure and simple. Lynnette was proving to be extremely hard to walk away from and, for what felt like the hundredth time, he wished desperately that he wasn’t needed at the offices so he could just stay there with Lynnette.
Nick didn’t mind at all that Lynnette wanted to work- he had always felt a little lost and out of it when he found himself in a new city without a job- but he really would have very happily paid for everything. Still, they were equals and Nick most certainly wasn’t about to demand that Lynnette stay home and never work. If he had been in her place and someone had pulled something like that, they wouldn’t have lived much longer. If she wanted to work, then he’d happily help her find a job if he could. If she didn’t, then that was fine too. To him, it honestly didn’t matter if she worked or not, so long as whatever choice she went with made her happy.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 23, 2007 19:14:00 GMT
Well who didn’t like compliments? Lynnette was rather modest most of the time, and even more so when it came to Nick, so as he said what he did, she felt the colour flush into her cheeks again as she laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re sweet,” she heard herself say, and then cringed with a smile. Had that sounded as cheesy as it had in her own head? She hoped not. Looking up at him, she offered him a calm, genuine, grateful smile.
Working gave her something to do, and she supposed she was one of those rare types who loved her occupation. Dancing wasn’t only a way to pay the bills for her, it was a release; an outlet not only for creativity — on those occasions when she felt up to the choreography side of it — but for tension, stress, joy… anything and everything. She really couldn’t remember how she had managed before discovering her love for dance. And the more she thought about it, the more she realised she couldn’t wait to get back to it.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 23, 2007 19:28:55 GMT
“I’ve been called a lot of things, but sweet has never been one of them,” Nick admitted, giving her a genuine smile of his own. Of course, when Lynnette was there, all of his smiles were genuine. She just did that to him. “I’ve got to admit, it’s nice having someone say that I’m sweet. Not to mention having someone to be sweet to.” He didn’t think it had sounded cheesy at all when Lynnette said it. As a matter of face, he was rather flattered by it.
Nick really could understand Lynnette’s desire to work. It was how it had been with him for… he couldn’t even remember how long. He had most certainly been working since before he had discovered his interest in being a reporter and had, since getting control of his wolf, always wanted to work, even though he had grown up never needing to. As much as he would have liked to stay home today- there was a lot to be done and just being with Lynnette sounded really good- he knew that he would be almost at a loss if he was without work for an extended period of time. He always was when he moved to a new city and hadn’t gotten something set up before doing so.
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Lynnette
Rogue Werewolf
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I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 30, 2007 2:37:41 GMT
“There’s a first time for everything,” Lynnette reminded him with a calmly cheerful tone to her voice, and a smile for accompaniment. Teasing herself, she mentally noted that her face would be hurting by the end of the day if she didn’t stop with the constant smiling, but she supposed that wouldn’t be so hard to accomplish when he went to work. She would be by herself, and there would be no one to smile at, and therefore, really no reason to smile at all.
She had carefully folded the cheque and slipped it into the front pocket of her jeans, leaving both her hands free, and as Nick’s words hit home, she felt a fresh, brief blush hit her cheeks again before she managed to quell it somehow. “Do you have a rough idea of when you get off work?” she heard herself asking, frowning inwardly as she realised that had been something of a mood-killer.
Oh well. If he’s actually going to go to work, maybe that’s for the best.
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Connor
Rogue Werewolf
Searcher
There is no love here and there is no pain...
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Post by Connor on Apr 30, 2007 17:34:13 GMT
Even if the whole world was one race, Connor doubted problems such as fear of difference would end. There was always minor divisions and out of tiny ones such as sex or location, larger ones would grown until in the end the fear would destroy. It was a cynical thought perhaps – or rather no perhaps, it certainly was a cynical thought – but it was how Connor truly believed the world worked and he had yet to find any decent proof that proved him wrong despite being open to such a thing existing.
Connor ran a hand over the front of his bike in an almost loving stroke, reassuring himself as to the solidness and strength of it. It was an powerful instrument of both transport and death, and could be a danger not only to others but to also those riding it meant that he saw to it the motorcycle was kept in tip top condition.
“By all means, let’s go.”
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 30, 2007 19:17:29 GMT
At her question, Nick gave a little shake of his head. “Normally, I would say yes- around six- but since I’m going in a bit later and have the chance to head out early if everything gets taken care of, I can’t really say.” He gave her another smile. “I can tell you for sure that I’m going to come back as soon as I can.” And he really couldn’t wait for that time to come. He wasn’t going to rush through work at such a rate to take a chance of messing something up, but he was most certainly going to do his best to get out of there early and return to Lynnette.
Ducking his head, he gave her a quick, gentle kiss. “As much as I really, really hate to do this, I should probably get going. The sooner I get there and get started on whatever I’m needed for, the sooner I can get back to where I’d rather be- with you.” That had actually come out sounding rather sappy, something that Nick had never really seen himself as being. Then again, he had never known anyone like Lynnette before- had never been so completely and utterly happy to just be in another’s presence as he was hers.
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