Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 10:03:48 PM)
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Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 10:06:30 PM)
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Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 10:10:11 PM)
*Alessa had woken early, she still found her wounds most uncomfortable to sleep with. She made her way down stairs in a simple and short nightgown that forced her to pull at the hem with every other step she took. Moving towards the Kitchen, she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and made her way to make some coffee*

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 10:11:17 PM)
*The Devil makes his day rather simple... His followers have taken to camping out near the house, and he spends a few hours every morning preaching of the coming war with the wicked... After that, a shower, a smoke, and a fist of whiskey, maybe breakfast too, Lucifer willing. He's in the process of having the smoke, at the moment, wearing only his white jeans and black cowboy boots... Leaning against the kitchen wall like a rockstar waiting to happen*

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 10:14:52 PM)
*She paused as she came to the kitchen and bit on her lower lip slightly* Morning Clint.... *She blushed slightly, pulling at the hem of her little nightie again* I didn't relise you were up.. You should have woken me, I would have made you some breakfast....

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 10:16:32 PM)
Mornin', Miss Alessa... Reckon yer pretty as a picture even before breakfast... An' don't blush, just makes ya cuter. *Grinning, devilishly of course, as he exhales a plume of smoke from his nostrils* I'm alright... Just does good t' keep the troops morale up with a sermon, is all... Can't have th' morningstar except pre-dawn.

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 10:18:25 PM)
*She smiled slightly as she looked to him, then to the door leading to the decking and the garden before* Would they care for Breakfast to? *She moved to him, taking his hand softly before gingerly kissing his cheek, and shying away once again*

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 10:22:51 PM)
Might do... Sure you don't mind? Seems an awful lot t' be cookin'... Maybe I can get Sam's wife t' come n' help out. Nice enough lady, mite bit eccentric, though.

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 10:25:02 PM)
*She smiled softly up at him* I don't mind at all Clint... *Her thumb gently caressed at his hand a moment, before she moved to the Fridge* A little help wouldn't go amiss though... *Her eyes moving to him once again, slowly dancing over him*

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 10:27:00 PM)
You got it... *Slinging his towel up over his shoulders, and flicking his cig with dextrous lips to the other side of his mouth, the well-toned man moves to the front door, and opens the screen* Mae, you reckon y'all could come n' help Miss Alessa with breakfast? She's been kind enough t' let us settle in here, think we oughta reciprocate!

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 10:28:31 PM)
*And a nice old lady enters the house, 60 or so, followed by her trucker hat wearing husband who's likewise somewhat elderly. They both offer hellos and handshakes, and Mae compliments the house, whilst Sam takes off his hat and puts it on a hook (Mae insists)*

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 10:29:44 PM)
*She smiled softly as she watched him, her eyes moving over him slowly before she looked to the two elderly folk* It's a pleasure to meet you both... Properly. *She blushed again, looking down at herself* Perhaps I should change into something a little more respectabel...

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 10:37:24 PM)
...Only if y' feel like it... These two are my most faithful... Not as young n' tough as th' brothers, but... Well, they gave me their faith fer th' chance t' be together forever... Didn't even ask t' be young, just... T' stay as they are. Ain't met a better pair a' Texans yet. *Sam just nods, and smiles, laconically, while Mae fusses about the kitchen. They do give each other cute little looks from time to time, and Clint just grins all throughout* Figure if I respect you they're willin' to.

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 10:41:17 PM)
*She smiled softly to the pair, before her eyes moved back to Clint once again* I'll change.. I can't.... Wearing this. *She blushed a little again, her hand gently caressing his once more. She was finding it mroe and more difficult to keep her hands off him it seemed. Brushing gently past him, her moved towards the stairs again, her hand resting on her tummy, before she wiggled up them and vanished from sight*

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 10:43:28 PM)
*Clint watches her go, leaning forward a bit and looking up in a somewhat inappropriate fashion... Mae swats him, but Sam just laughs*

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 10:50:43 PM)
*As she came back she was a bit more careful coming down, her hand on her tummy again. She wore sweat pants and a vest, her eyes moving over Clint once again as she blushed. Her heart sskipped slightly as her eyes fell to his, that smile widening a little. She honestly couldn't take her eyes from him, and that smile seemed ever glued to her lips in his presence*

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 10:55:28 PM)
...Feelin' alright? Yer holdin' yer tummy a bit. *A gentle motion of his hand pressing over her own, gently... The cigarette discarded, still naked from the waist up* Reckon Mae could make breakfast if yer under th' weather.

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 10:57:58 PM)
*She smiled softly her eyes moving over him a moment* It just tingles still from time to time... I think it's going to scar... *She seemed disheartened, pulling her top up a little to look at her completely un attractive and scabby belly*

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 11:01:50 PM)
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Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 11:03:21 PM)
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Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 11:09:18 PM)
((wb))

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 11:09:24 PM)
(Thanks)

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 11:11:15 PM)
*The Devil traces the scar, thoughtfully* ...I'll have t' talk one of my brothers in th' Asharu into fixin' that... It's my fault. *Frowning, anger lighting his face in a way that could melt most women into their shoes. His eyes flash, briefly, with otherworldly power* I'll see it done.

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 11:14:16 PM)
*She watched him a moment, pressing her lips gently together before she reached a hand up and tenderly caressed his cheek* It's not your Fault at all Clint... This all started long before you even knew I existed... If it's anyone's fault, you should Blame Armand... You saved me from the Jaws of Death.... *She looked into his eyes, moistening her lips softly before she leant up, closing her eyes and placing her lips to his in a soft and tender kiss*

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 11:16:50 PM)
*He returns the kiss, gently, the only hint of the beast within the brush of teeth on her lower lip, slightly rough... He clears his throat, since Sam and Mae are smirking at their predicament* Hey, hey, get on back to it... I've seen you two gobblin' each other up like peach cobbler on th' road, I got rights too... *Defensively, before stealing another snog, this one hotter, literally, almost scalding as his body temperature rises, passionate and deep* ...Still... I'll handle that toothy fuck.

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 11:21:15 PM)
*Her eyes fluttered as he pulled back from the kiss, her breath taken, her cheeks blushing once again as she released what she'd done and in front of who.* It will be ok Clint.... But... Please don't get yourself hurt.. *She looked up at him from under her lashes* Please...

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 11:22:49 PM)
...Hurt? Darlin', I scared that punk critter off without even gettin' in a proper throwdown... An' lemme tell ya, I grew up one a' the meanest places on earth, nevermind servin' in th' war with God. This sonuvabitch has no clue who he's fuckin' with.

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 11:26:28 PM)
*She caressed his cheek tenderly once again, pressing her lips together slightly* I.... I don't want to be on my own again Clint... It's selfish self presivation....

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 11:36:46 PM)
Well, we ain't exactly talkin' 'bout a local town bully... Reckon a little enlightened self interest makes sense in yer situation.

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 11:39:06 PM)
*She looked to the two others, before her eyes moved to Clints once more* Would... You care for a little wander?

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 11:45:05 PM)
Where to? *He moves to the liquor cabinet, and gets himself the whiskey, pouring a fist into a shotglass and plucking another up* You drinkin', darlin'?

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 11:46:00 PM)
*She smiled, shaking her head a little* I'm ok.. And just to the end of the lane and back. I need to check the Mail

Clint Greene (May 21, 2011 11:50:03 PM)
*He replaces the spare glass, and the bottle, downing his own and setting it in the sink... The dishes seemed to get washed while she slept, but this was the first time Sam and Mae had come into the house. Old habits, maybe* Sounds good... Mae, Sam... Call up those boys an' tell 'em t' keep watch. Don't want that shark grinnin' bastard hurtin' any of ya. Comes to it, call me by Name. *So saying, he moves to head up to the spare room, and throw on one of those nice dress shirts, and that damned fine leather jacket with the gold accents, before strolling on back down looking as sexy as sin and twice as edible* ...Ma'am, if you'd be so kind as t' take my arm, I imagine we could take us a little walk.

Alessa Cavillion (May 21, 2011 11:51:47 PM)
*She smiled softly as she looked up at him, gently linking her arm with his. He was like a breath of fresh air, her heart doing summoer saults as she gazed up into his eyes* Thank you My Darling... *She leant up, kissing his cheek tenderly*