Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 2:23:39 AM)
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Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 2:25:03 AM)
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Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 2:26:43 AM)
*thomas arrives several minutes after Rowan, parking down the street and walking up to the pack house. At the porch he stops, knocks three times, and chuffs his arms against the cold as he waits for an answer*

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 2:27:49 AM)
*She answers the door, opening it with a smile.* That's not the ceiling! *She steps to the side, allowing him inside. There is a kettle with water simmering and a movie ready to play on the television.*

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 2:29:37 AM)
*he slips in as she lets him in, a confused look on his face* What do you mean about the ceiling? *he starts unbuttoning his jacket, slipping it off and on to a coat rack, leaving his hat there as well* So what kind of tea are you having?

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 2:36:11 AM)
It's a song...*She shakes her head, smiling as she closed the door. She was now wearing black and red flannel pajama pants and a matching long sleeved shirt, hair in a messy bun on top of her head. She moved about the kitchen, preparing hot teas.* I am glad you made it back, good to know that you have memorized the way here...do you have papers to grade tonight?

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 2:40:05 AM)
No, I actually finsihed earlier this afternoon, I was out at the sept to sort of celebrate as it were. *he smiles to her and moves to help her in the kitchen, running his fingers through his hair.* I am a difficult to get lost. part of the joys of having traveled as much as I have is you learn your way around quickly, or you wind up arrested for espionage. *he chuckles* I was actually looking forward to a nice relaxing evening.

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 2:42:03 AM)
*She nodded.* Well, if it is relaxing you seek, then it is relaxing you will get...one without espionage, complete with familiar territory. *She carefully handed him a hot cup of tea, spiced with cinnamon and vanilla.*

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 2:43:30 AM)
*he takes the tea, folding his hands around it, taking the warmth from the cup as he inhales it's scent* This... this smells wonderful, Rowan.. Thank you. Would... *looking down bashfully* Would you mind if I joined you for the movie?

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 2:45:32 AM)
*She takes her own tea, her brow lifting at the timidness he displayed with his question.* Oh, I am glad you like the tea...fresh leaves dried this week, and not at all. It's the first Harry Potter movie. It is a lengthy story, too. I love stories. *She glee'd slightly at the mention of stories, sipping her tea briefly.*

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 2:49:21 AM)
*he smiles up at her* Believe it or not, I've not seen the movies, but I read the first three books in one sitting. I would definalty be a member of House Ravenclaw. *he sips his tea* And stories are part of what bring people together. Part of what I love about my work is getting to learn so many wonderful stories, to hear them from the people they mean the most too, and to have a chance to pass them on. Before we get started would you mind if I made myself a bit more comfortable?

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 2:50:47 AM)
*She nods in agreement with his words.* I agree...stories carry traditions, many of them. And, of course. I will start the movie and bring a few snacks into the living room.

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 2:51:33 AM)
*he nods, setting his tea down and hurrying to his room. She can hear him moving about in there, and the door is only pushed to, not fully closed.*

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 2:52:50 AM)
*She blinks, hearing him move around and goes to steal a peek at the opening of the door and doing so quietly.*

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 2:55:14 AM)
*he is caught up in what he is doing. He has removed his shirt and tie, sockas and shoes. His back is to the door as he slides his pants down and off, folding them and laying them on the bed. SHe can see his back is muscled, and he has a few scars that look like gunshots. He takes a pair of blue flannel pajama pants from teh bed, stepping into them, and pulling on a thick and warm robe of deep blue.*

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 2:59:11 AM)
*She watches long enough to see him undress, noting the gunshot wounds. The floor creaks slightly and she suddenly moves to the living room, sliding in her socks along the wood flooring of the hall to faster get to the living room, sitting on the couch. She has things on her mind, and it is evident in her face.*

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 3:01:06 AM)
*he moves to rejoin her, the robe tight around his chest, but she can see a littel bit of his skin above the sternum, smooth and healthy. He clearly suspects nothing as he takes his tea cup and moves to sit next to her on the couch. He glances over to her, a warmth in his eyes, and a deep gladness to be able to share this quiet moment with her*

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 3:01:45 AM)
*She sees him, and smiles before turning to click the play button on the remote.*

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 3:03:33 AM)
*He returns her smile, sipping his tea as he settles in. He rests one of his hands on the couch between them, his eyes flitting over at her ocaisionally.*

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 3:07:27 AM)
*She smiles a bit, catching a glance from him.* Penny for your thoughts? *She sipped her tea, watching the opening credits.*

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 3:12:17 AM)
Just ... thinking that I would be hard pressed to have a better reward for grading those papers. Good tea, good company, and a good story. *he smiles at her* No one I would rather be winding down with.

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 3:13:53 AM)
*She gives him a tender pat on the arm with a warm smile.* Well, it's either this or getting kidnapped by a demon.

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 3:15:15 AM)
*he looks into her eyes and speaks softly, but behind the velvet in his voice there is a hint of iron* Even if the other option weren't so dire, this is how I would spend my evening. Well, I might prefer to be rubbing your feet. *His lips curl just a bit as he sips his tea, never looking away from her*

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 3:16:59 AM)
*She nudges him with a smirk.* Waaaatch the movie,...Dr. Morgan. *She grins at him.*

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 3:18:07 AM)
*he accepts the nudge, but winks turnign his attention to the movie, sipping his tea. Did he just scoot a little bit closer?

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 3:23:09 AM)
*She yawned after a sip of her tea, shaking her head slightly in surprise at the show of tiredness.* Mm. Already? Harry hasn't even arrived at Hogwart's yet.

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 3:23:55 AM)
If you want to finish this another time, Rowan, I do know how it ends. *he smiles up to her* Or you could pass out and I'll braid your hair again.

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 3:30:36 AM)
*By now, she had curled up against the corner of the couch, watching the movie with half-lidded eyes.*'

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 3:31:15 AM)
*as she gets sleepier, he reaches out, settign his tea down, and movign his hands to her neck and shoulders, massaging her gently as she gets sleepier*

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 3:56:17 AM)
*She is content...*

Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 3:57:00 AM)
*tom is more than pleased to sit with her, watching the familiar story, and his hands keep working on her neck and shoulders*

Rowan Wintermoon (Dec 2, 2011 5:01:01 AM)
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Thomas J. Morgan (Dec 2, 2011 5:01:13 AM)
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