41.1 (formerly 40.4) - Bond Quote (RP for writer_mel)

[badbobbybarnes]

They were in Venice. Venice always was lovely this time of year. Not that Bobby had the faintest idea what time of year it actually was. The passage of time time had ceased to matter.

And why should it matter? They weren't counting down to anything anymore. There was nothing to look forward to, nothing to eagerly await. There was only living, such as it was. Leo had retreated into wherever it was that he went while he and Mel traveled Europe.

Bobby had no illusions. They were running blindly. They were looking for the answer to a question that didn't have an answer. They were looking for the why. The why that didn't matter. It was done. All that was left was to rebuild.

All that was left was to admit that there was truly a foundation to rebuild on. He still loved her and he wasn't so sure she believed him. He was, in fact, quite certain that she had decided he'd built his walls again, the walls he'd had when he met Leo, the walls he'd had the first time he slept with her.

He had not. He couldn't. They were destroyed.

"Hey, Mel, whatcha thinking?" He called out over his shoulder, having heard her come out onto the balcony of their small rented apartment.

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[writer-mel.livejournal.com]

Melinda came up behind him, kissed the back of his neck, then took a seat on one of the bistro chairs that barely fit on the patio. She wasn't sure she should tell him what she was really thinking, considering how utterly pedestrian it was. Their setting called for something more grand and romantic.

In the end, she told him the truth. "I'm trying to decide if I should put figs or pears in the pastry for tomorrow's breakfast."

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He hadn't really been expecting that and his arched eyebrow gave that away. "Figs." His nod was one of certainty, his stomach rumbling oddly, just to make the point.

"What else?"

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She laughed softly at his stomach. There was no excuse for his being hungry when she was practically running a test kitchen. "Figs it is."

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she went back over her thoughts for the last hour or so. For someone who wrote fantasy, she'd always been exceedingly practical. The kind who made lists and crossed everything off. Most of it could be summed up fairly simply, but there were a few passing thoughts worth mentioning. "I've been thinking of all the things left to be done on construction, can't get away from that. I thought about doing some clothes shopping, just for fun, and maybe some gifts to send to my folks."

She shrugged. "I thought about asking you to take a walk with me tonight, after it got dark enough."

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He quirked an eyebrow at the last and leaned forward to touch her thigh. "I think I'd like that. I feel like I ain't been out in days. Like I'm getting old and fat." He patted his belly and winked at her.

Then he leaned a little bit closer and kissed her cheek. "I'd like that an awful lot."

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She touched his hair when he kissed her, smiling. "You've been out. I sent you for butter....a couple days ago?"

She shifted closer to him so she could kiss his his lips. "A nice long walk, then, and we can find somewhere to eat? Maybe even dance if we are ambitious?" She wasn't sure why she suggested that. She hadn't been dancing in longer than she could remember.

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Both eyebrows rose and he smiled. "Dancing? Maybe I should take a nap first, since I'm getting old and all."

He stood up, pulling at her hand. "Come lay with me?"

[writer-mel.livejournal.com]

She rolled her eyes at his teasing about getting old, considering he was immortal, but didn't call him on it. She stood slowly, making him work for it a little, but kissed him when she was all the way up. "Let me think. Would I like to get into bed with my darling husband and curl up tight? Hmmmm...."

As she teased, she walked backwards, leading him toward the bedroom. "You talked me into it." She kissed him again just as they reached the bedroom and actually blushed a little. "Is this something I should take clothes off for?"

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He walked with her, chuckling the whole time at her play of being difficult. He knew that she slept only as well as he did, which some nights was not really at all.

With her blush, he grinned. "No, baby. I think ya can keep ya clothes on. I just want to hold ya." He thought about this for another moment. "Well, maybe take off your shirt."

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She glanced down at her cleavage, which was more hidden than usual, and then back up at him with a small smile. "Okay, but just for you."

She let go of him long enough to strip off her shirt, which went flying with a flourish, and then she grabbed his hands again As the shirt came off she realized that what she'd said was true. For now, while they were traveling, things really were just for him. Unlike him, she couldn't even feel Leo anymore.

Her smile never wavered though, as they reached the bed and got settled. She wanted to enjoy being in Bobby's arms.

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He took his own shirt off, fair being fair, before climbing into bed with her. He got his arms around her and pressed his lips to her forehead before closing his eyes. "I like this. I like feeling ya in my arms." He kissed her again. "Ya feel good."

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She worked her arms around him, tucked up close to him and made a soft, satisfied noise. Her hands moved slowly over his back, lightly kneading just because it felt good. She nodded, which rubbed her nose against his collar bone. "I like this very much."

She inhaled deeply, breathing in the sent of his skin, which made her squirm a little closer. "You smell good."