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[lingeringwill]

Terra Mason


It's Terra. You can leave me a message. Actually, maybe you should just pop in and say hi, because I don't really check my messages that often. Oops. Sorry.

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[twelfthspark]

Why not? [She turns to face him, reaching up to cup his chin and tip his face down towards hers. It's as close as she can come to forcing him to look her in the eye.]

Did you remember something else or...?

[lingeringwill]

Nah...I didn't. [He hooks his arm around her neck and quickly leans further to start kissing her.]

[twelfthspark]

[Is this a distraction? This is probably a distraction. She's certainly distracted. Kissing back, she closes her eyes and tangles her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.]

[lingeringwill]

[Yeah, it's a distraction. He lightly holds her face with one hand, pulling back and going forward, kissing her again and again. This goes on for a while until he pulls back, flipping the two of them over enough so that she's laying on top of him.]

Hah, sorry.

[twelfthspark]

[She laughs as they fall, and when they come to rest she brushes his bangs aside and kisses his forehead.]

For what?

[That's a rhetorical question. As far as Arlene's concerned, there are zero negatives to this. (Maybe half a negative if her arm stays pinned between their bodies long enough for it to fall asleep. Worth it.)]

[lingeringwill]

I think...I shouldn't think so much. [He leans up to catch her in a kiss one more time, lingering in it and brushing his hand through her hair.]

I think...I should be happy that you're here, and that you like me.

[twelfthspark]

[actually yeah she needs to do something about her arm sooner rather than later.]

Absolutely. You kinda-- [while she's talking she wiggles around, lifting her upper body a little to free the trapped limb] --talk hard on yourself. "I'm the moody guy here," "I probably stole somebody's heart," come on. You seem fine to me.

[with the arm situation sorted out she relaxes into a comfortable sprawl atop him, one hand up by his head and the other dangling off the side of the couch.]

[lingeringwill]

[He sighs against her, and lightly kisses her cheek.]

I "seem" fine.

[He laughs quietly, and leans his head back.]

You "seem" fine.

We all "seem" fine.

[twelfthspark]

Hey.

[She pushes herself up a little, her easy smile fading into a frown.]

Did I get to you that much with the keyblade thing?

[lingeringwill]

It's nothing to do with that.

[He reaches out, touching her cheek with his hand.]

I'm just...messed up. A bit.

[twelfthspark]

Aww, Terra...

[she turns her head and plants a kiss into his palm. Settling back down, she snuggles into him.]

You'll feel better when you finish healing up. I'd bet on it.

[lingeringwill]

[He doesn't respond verbally. Instead, he puts his arms around her, pulling her a bit more closely into him. There are a lot of things on his mind, and a lot of things he should probably be talking about but...

It's a lot easier. Easier to hold her.]