Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:53:50 AM)
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Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:54:22 AM)
*She buckles her seatbelt and places her seat at her feet on the floor of the car.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:55:04 AM)
*thom takes her to the jeep, putting the roof cover up and climbing in himself. He pulls the car out into the dead streets, and jsut... drives.* So... Rowan. Is it truely your wish to be my guardian?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:56:51 AM)
*She is surprised at the question.* You are my kin, above all things else. I make it my right and purpose to protect you.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:59:09 AM)
As it is my purpose to serve the people of our tribe, and to some day pass on my father's line. *he smiles* Though honestly, I was told there were not many of us here in the city, so I am glad that you have chosen to ask to protect me. I.. find it easy to talk to you, and I enjoy that.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:04:16 AM)
I enjoy listening to you speak, it makes me feel like I'm in a study group, with friends...on a break. *She smiled.* There are not many Uktena, no...*She shook her head, then looked at him curiously.* You hope to have a family one day?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:06:25 AM)
I am not true born, and I know one of the ways I can serve the people is by fathering strong children. *he smiles* And relax, My bloodline may not be impressive, but I'm not looking to impregnante every Uktena woman who will say yes. Father told me I should be... descriminating. But yes, I do wish to have children some day. It could be a day long in the future, though.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:08:55 AM)
Why do you say that? You seem to be a very good man, Thomas. I would definitely like to see you married and settled, with a Mrs. Doctor Morgan heavy with your fourth child. *She smiled at him, looking at the side of his face for a moment as he drove, then averted her gaze to the road before them.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:12:02 AM)
That my blood line isn't impressive? Because unlike some, I can't trace my lineage back to the begining of time like some people. *he grins* Mrs. Doctor Morgan... *he smiles* Is she attractive? I mean, i realize strong children are the important thing here, but Dad never said I couldn't have fun passing on his line. *He casts his eyes over to her for as long as he dares, and starts driving a meandering circuit out away from the city*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:14:35 AM)
*She smirks gently, leaning back against the seat to get comfortable, leaning her head to the side slightly in thought.* I'll help you find the one that would love to bear your children. She is definitely out there, there is someone for everyone.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:15:33 AM)
And under your watchfull eye, I anticipate surviving long enough to meet her. *he grins* I take it that means you aren't interested in children?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:16:37 AM)
*She sighs, chucklng.* I don't seem motherly, I dislike being touched. Who -would- be insane enough to want to breed with the likes of me. *She then laughed slightly.* Children? Many. At least three, one day. *She shrugged a bit.*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:16:59 AM)
I was an only child, and my parents tried for years to have another baby but they just couldn't.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:20:06 AM)
*he nods* As did my parents. I think that's why I want a family of my own so badly. And frankly, you have more important things to do than take care of young cubs. *he smiles* At least for the first few years, isn't that the kin's job? *out of the corner of his eye he glances* And your other personal quirks just means you need to find the right man. A patient kin willing to wait untill you warm up to him. Though madness may help. *he grins* but we're all mad here. As for the gaurdian status... As I am new here, is there somethign we have to do to make this official? and seriously, if there are rules and guidlines you need me to abide by, it's easier if I know them.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:21:21 AM)
*She nodded.* We have to let Grandmother Hilma know.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:22:10 AM)
*he nods* Obviously. If there is paperwork to fill out, I have quite fetchign penmanship. *he flashes a smile, letting his hand linger on the gear shift between them*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:23:46 AM)
*She eyed his hand while nodding to his statement, smirking a little.* Um...leave your hand there...and keep driving.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:25:01 AM)
*he does as he is told, flicking his eyes to the side slightly, and settles into a nice, striaght road, driving the speed limit, curious about her request* Yes Ma'am.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:28:55 AM)
*She took a deep breath, biting her lower lip as she lifted a hand. Reaching over with it, she let it rest on the back of his hand very gently. Her eyes stayed on him, as if to make sure he did not move his hand or make a movement at all.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:30:45 AM)
*he doesn't move, save to take a slow, deep breath. She can feel his pulse through his hand as it skips a beat, picking up pace. He keeps driving at a steady speed, holding the car on course with the barest of twitches. There is a hint of a smile just at the corner of his lips and he is resisting the temptation to glance her way*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:32:21 AM)
*She presses the pads of three fingers against the back of his hand, moving them up and down slowly to feel the skin there.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:34:03 AM)
*he swallows once, forcing himself to remain stock still, but she can see as her fingers move his pupils dilate, his eyes go half lidded and his nostrils flair. she cna catch the barest whiff of his body's pheremones, and if she is watchign his face very closely his tongue darts out just a little, needing to moisten his lips as his breathing shortens*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:37:37 AM)
*She pulls her hand away quickly, blinking and quickly speaking.* I..I'm s-sorry.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:38:30 AM)
*She presses her hands together, keeping her head down slightly...hands beginning to shake slightly.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:39:29 AM)
Don't apologize, Rowan. I enjoyed being touched, and I am glad you felt comforatable enough to try. I am sorry if I did something to upset you. *he looks down, knowing this is his failure but not sure how, then puts his eyes back on the road.*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:42:19 AM)
*She shakes her head.* It's not you...I...*she spoke gently, almost meekly*...can smell you.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:43:26 AM)
DO I smell badly? *suddenly concerned, doing a quick and not so sublte pit check* Really I have better grooming than this, but I haven't been to my apratment since I learned of the cult... I... *he seesm highly embarassed by his smell putting her off*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:46:13 AM)
*She rubbed her face, shaking her head a little.* It's your arousal, Thomas...*She took a deep breath, in and out, fanning herself slightly.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:49:24 AM)
Sorry about that... pretty girls don't usually want to hold hands with me. I could take a cold shower? Would that help? *If there is anything that would embarass him more than smelling badly, it's smelling like a desperate teenager.* Would it help to roll the windows down? I... *He shakes his head* Wow, this is the most embarassing thing that has ever happened to me. Worse than the bus of missionaries finding me skinnydipping.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:55:14 AM)
*She squinted her eyes slightly, shaking her head before removing her sweater to reveal the tank top beneath. She wiped at her brow, feeling as if she were on the first leg of a ten mile run.* Pull over...please.*She fanned herself, cracking the window open slightly.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:56:42 AM)
*And the hazzards go on, he downshifts, using the engine to break faster. He pulls into the gravel shoulder, stopping the car, and without fear, but a little lingering arousal and some shame he exits the vehicle*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:59:48 AM)
Wait...*She steps out of the car, moving around the front of it to him, not minding the cold at this moment.* Please...don't be offended, Thomas. There is nothing to be ashamed of.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:02:25 AM)
*his eyes meet hers, and he is giving himself a mental flogging* I'm not offended, and it seems to be a hell of a thing for me to do, upset someone kind enough to offer to protect me from very real and very dangerous threats against my life. I... I have twenty years of statistics from major league baseball floating in my head, and you think I could have used that to not... upset you. *those last two words come out sounding broken*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:07:30 AM)
*She held her hands up, noting that she wanted him to listen and not walk away.* You didn't upset me, Thomas. Why would you think that? My reaction is...what it is. *She swallowed hard with a shrug.* You're human and I just so happen to...have a keener set of senses. *She sighed.* I liked touching your hand! Why would that upset you?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:10:43 AM)
It... didn't upset me, spirits watchign over me, upset is not what I would describe what I felt. You just... *he seems confused* You aren't upset at me? I... *he licks his lips* It's not like I can really control that particular reaction. *he offers her a lopsided grin, running his fingers through his hair* Hell, I'm surprised you didn't smell it on me in your shop when I asked you out.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:16:58 AM)
*Noting the ease of the tension from him come down slowly, she took a deep look into his eyes as best as she could in the dim light of the very early morning. Sighing, she took a step forward, then another. She was now less than an arm's reach from him, still looking him in the eyes.* ...I did. And I liked it.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:19:15 AM)
*fearlessly, he doesn't move forward, but he doesn't back down. His head inclines slightly to the side, eyes flicking down. It's a gesture one can only assume he picked up from his mother, just bearly baring his neck to her* I am glad you liked it, Rowan-rhya. Might... Might I ask to know your deed name?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:23:06 AM)
*She answers without breaking the gaze, lifting a hand to rest cautiously on his upper right arm as a comforting gesture.* I do not have one.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:23:30 AM)
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Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:27:17 AM)
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Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:29:38 AM)
*moving very slowly, taking almost a full minute to complete the gesture, he lifts the hand of the arm she isn't touching. It incrementally moves across his torso to hover within an inch of the back of her hand. It's close enough she can feel the heat from his hand. Despite his jacket and hat, he's not as well adapted to the cool morning air. She can feel him shivering and see his teeth clench to not chatter*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:31:40 AM)
*She gives his arm a very gentle squeeze, smiling just only slightly.* Why do you ask?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:32:40 AM)
Because, as a sign of respect, I wanted to call you by that. *His hand moves just a little bit closer to hers, still not touching hers yet, and he offers her that same, warm smile*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:35:29 AM)
*She lowers her hand, seeing his reaction to the cold.* You must be cold out here...can we finish talking in the car?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:36:38 AM)
If you wish. If you prefer to stand out here, I will endure. For you. *he smiles*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:38:55 AM)
No...*She shook her head, and lifted her hands to rub his upper arms quickly in an attempt to warm him up.* No...I'll not allow anyone to give themselves a cold or worse for my convenience.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:39:44 AM)
*he relaxes at her rubbing his arms and looks up to her* A guardian already. *he smiles and moves back into the slightly warmer car.*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:41:28 AM)
*She goes back into the car as well, shivering slightly at warming up.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:42:12 AM)
*he starts the engine and turns on the heater.* Hopefully the engine smell will cover any of my pheremones. *he blushes a bit, still tilting his head*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:44:11 AM)
You...don''t stink.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:44:50 AM)
That may be the nicest thing an Uktena female has ever said to me. *he smiles* Red letter day!
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:47:32 AM)
*She smiles, leaning back and happy that he got excited about something. She lifts her hair so that it is off of the back of her neck, fanning herself.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:48:09 AM)
*he watches her fanning herself* Did... I light a fire in yoru blood? *he seems hopefull, but finds it a little hard to believe*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:15:11 AM)
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Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:17:09 AM)
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Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:17:54 AM)
((*peers through the screen* Did I bore you to death? ))
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 8:32:32 AM)
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