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Post by Andrua Thomas on Feb 12, 2010 13:12:04 GMT -5
Benson was holding her close and she loved him for it. His face in her hair; she sensed the distress coming off him. "I know," she murmured softly. Because this could have been them. And why hadn't it been? And if it had been, could the same thing have happened? Would, centuries later, people be coming to gaze at their corpses with morbid curiosity?
Her eyes traveled over a mother curled around her child, protectively. Would she and Benson have been together? Would their remains have been solidified as one, tangled within one another? She let out a loose sigh and shook her head. Benson leaned for a kiss and she returned it softly. "Come on," she urged in a whisper.
She moved through the streets, hot sun burning overhead. She balanced on one of the curb-like structures; much higher than any New York City curb. Catching her balance, she turned to Benson and offered him a quiet grin. "Thanks for taking me here, Bennie," she said sincerely.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Feb 12, 2010 13:28:46 GMT -5
His eyes settled on a group of people huddled in a corner. Two adults, known simply because of their size in comparison to those around them, and probably their three children. What he figured was the father had two of the children clutched to his chest, ducking his face down and keeping theirs in his body. The mother was trying to create a dome around the smallest child. A feeling he wasn't aware existed clenched his chest and he gripped Andrua's shirt tighter before she started to pull him out.
When they left, his eyes remained over his shoulder at the family until they were completely out of sight.
She balanced on the curb-like structure and he held her hand to ensure her safety, wondering something: if that had been them, would he ever have that paternal instinct to protect his children before himself? And now that he and Andrua were getting married, would children ever enter the picture? He bit his lip, hard. He didn't know how to be a father, or even how to be a husband. How could he provide for things he created, things he created with the woman he loved, things he was responsible for, things that trusted him wholly, people, when he didn't even know how to provide for their potential mother?
He smiled faintly. "My pleasure, Roo."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Feb 12, 2010 13:54:16 GMT -5
Her eyes softened on his face as she leapt from her slight height into his arms. Arms hugging around his shoulders, she held him close. Letting out a breath, she matched her body so the were lined up together. "Love you, Benson," she declared softly, hugging him.
She loved him and was going to marry him and have his children. They were going to have a family together and go all over and see everything and do everything more. make the most out of every minute they were alive and together and living together.
She pulled back only a bit, just enough to kiss him, rocking onto her tiptoes so the height difference was easier to compensate for.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Feb 12, 2010 14:20:01 GMT -5
And he loved her too, but he knew if he started speaking, the rest would fumble out too. And it would go something like this:
"Andrua, I love you too, more than you can imagine. By the way, I've been thinking, and I think I would be a horrible father. So we're getting married, because I've waited too fucking long for this, but we're not having any kids. Hope you're okay with that. Oh, look, the Colosseum!"
Stopping his tongue from flapping like that, he swallowed thickly, returning the kiss simply, keeping her in his arms, foreheads meeting. He didn't care who saw them. Italy was the city of romance, wasn't it? And if it wasn't, it was now.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Feb 12, 2010 16:58:49 GMT -5
He was acting strange. Not strange in the general sense of the word, but just strange for Benson. Hesitant, almost. Like he was holding something back. She frowned, holding her forehead against his. It would be so easy to just reach in. To just look into his head and see what he was thinking of, what was bothering him, if anything.
But she would never do that. She would never. It would be a huge invasion of privacy and if he didn't want to tell her something then there was a reason for it. "Something wrong?" she asked lightly, keeping close to him.
She couldn't put her finger on it; couldn't even begin to think what it would be about. She sensed nerves, though and something else...
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Post by Benson Thomas on Feb 12, 2010 19:33:24 GMT -5
Andrua wouldn't use her telepathy, that much he knew. It was an "invasion of privacy," or something like that, which he respected and enjoyed. He wasn't really keen on her delving into each and every one of his thoughts. They wouldn't work out if she did. But that did not mean he had to come out and say everything that was on his mind, every answer to her questions.
Swallowing again, trying to pass the lump in his throat, he shook his head, allowing a smile, soft and trying to be as reassuring as possible.
"Nothing at all. I'm just glad to be here with you."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Feb 13, 2010 0:44:01 GMT -5
"Nothing at all. I'm just glad to be here with you."
Andrua pursed her lips a little at that. Not entirely convinced. But she would let it go for now. He would tell her all in good time, if he wanted to. And if not... Well, she trusted him to tell her what he needed to, when he needed her help or just an ear to listen.
Mustering up a smile, she pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his lips. "I'm glad to be here with you too. There's nowhere else I'd rather be, you know? I don't mean Pompeii; I mean with you." She chewed on her lower lip, smiling a little shyly. Ducking her head to under his chin, she dropped her hands to his waist. Just some reassurance. Because he was the only one for her; she knew it.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Feb 13, 2010 14:30:51 GMT -5
Glad that she let it go--though there was very little chance that she had actually let it slip from her mind, she was just choosing to ignore it for now--Benson brought her into his arms, lifting her underneath her bottom to sit her on the ledge (curb?) again. Putting a bit of his weight on her, he pressed a kiss to her mouth, tongue trailing her top lip.
"No, honey, I think you mean Pompeii. I'm fairly certain you're more in love with her than with me," he teased her, hands over her knees, mussing her hair with his own, shaking his head like a dog.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Feb 14, 2010 1:27:18 GMT -5
She leaned into the kiss, wishing they could go further. But also glad they couldn't. It almost made this sweeter, that they had to stop. Made it more meaningful somehow. She bucked forward for another soft kiss, exhaling as she pulled away.
"No, honey, I think you mean Pompeii. I'm fairly certain you're more in love with her than with me."
Honey. They never really exchanged endearments; it was more nicknames. Bennie and Dru and Andy, when he wanted to piss her off. But a pleasant thrill strummed through her at the "honey." She nuzzled against his neck, grinning. "Nah, dude, it's you," she assured him. "Always you." Her fingers danced under the hem of his shirt at his stomach.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Feb 14, 2010 1:37:41 GMT -5
She was bound to say that, but he was fairly certain she was in love with the city. After all, it was new, and how could she not just want to take it all in? She saw him everyday.
He smiled, watching her face smile in front of the scenery behind her. The mountain, the hills, and in the far distance, Rome. Probably. He wasn't sure about that, but there were buildings. And birds, flying in select formations. Maybe they could get married here. Teleport somewhere else, honeymoon. Then go back to New York...whenever.
"Glad to hear it," he answered under his breath, smirking up at her. Taking a sharp turn at a new topic, he asked, "Picked out your maid of honor yet?"
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Feb 14, 2010 1:54:10 GMT -5
"Picked out your maid of honor yet?"
Oh, new subject. But still one she liked. A lot. "Dunno," she admitted softly. "Maybe Emma?" she mused, eyes tipped up to meet his. "Or I might force Maxen up to do the job." Maxen as her MOH. That would be hysterical; if she could ever convince him.
She laughed softly then, thinking of something else. She had been considering the bridesmaid really, but another member of the wedding party... "I think I'm gonna ask Colette to give me away? 'Cause ever since I got here she's totally been like a mom to me so, you know."
She didn't want want a big wedding though. Nothing big at all. Just simple, comfortable, easy-going, fun... Everything that their relationship was. Yeah, that would be perfect.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Feb 15, 2010 12:41:35 GMT -5
He chuckled at the thought of a man being a maid of honor. "Put him in a dress and everything?" he laughed to himself, getting a kick out of teasing her. He listened wholeheartedly as she continued on. Half of him had thought that she'd ask Maxen to give her away, mostly because they'd lived together.
"Sounds fine," he agreed. Whatever her decision, he wanted to support her in it. "Yeah, I get what you mean." Colette, a mom, holy shit...
Lifting himself up, he sat next to her on the curb, taking her legs and swinging them over his lap so he could see her face full-on. "Where d'you wanna have it?" he asked, and 'when' was the next question. Would she want to wait and let it play itself out? Or did she want to jump right into it?
[[Sorry, shitty, I suck.]]
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Feb 15, 2010 12:52:04 GMT -5
"Put him in a dress and everything?"
Andrua laughed at that mental image. "Oh god. I don't think I'd be able to get him to go that far..." She thought about it another minute, sighing softly. "Or maybe I'll have him give me away and make Colette my maid of honor... Matron of honor; 'cause she's married." Sticking out her tongue briefly, she shook her head. This would be easier if she just had her father... Was it too late to just elope?
"Where d'you wanna have it?"
At the change of position, she scooted a little closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "I dunno," she admitted. "Outdoors, I think. Biella's backyard. Or maybe a soccer pitch," she suggested with a grin. Stopping then, she leaned back a little to catch his eyes with hers. "Unless you want it at a church?" She knew he wasn't really religious, neither was she, but maybe he still wanted to get married in a religious place... She didn't really mind either way, so.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Feb 18, 2010 19:44:25 GMT -5
She'd all but read his m--wait, she could. Though he doubted her willingness to use telepathy, he realized that analogy hadn't really...worked. Because her reading his mind was entirely possible. Grinning, much resembling a pleased cat having been stroked to perfection, he nodded. "Outside, definitely. Just what I was thinking." A nice day--or maybe not, he liked the rain, too. A light spring drizzle, perhaps? Whatever weather they got. Not like he could control it.
Benson shook his head with disgust. "Please not a church. My parents would be all too happy with that."
His grin reappeared and he rested his forehead on hers, taking her waist into one of his hands. "Okay. You just tell me where and when and I'll be there."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Feb 18, 2010 20:28:29 GMT -5
"Please not a church. My parents would be all too happy with that."
Andrua laughed musically at that, shaking her head softly. "You're gonna invite them though, aren't you?" They had never really had to deal with that whole issue: parents. Kind of an integral step they got to skip there. Her's were MIA and his were...well, MIA as well, just more emotionally than physically like hers.
Either way, she would like to meet his mother and father, sister and brother. Eventually. It was his decision in the end. And she knew his parents and family could sometimes be a touchy subject so if it was going to make him unhappy then she'd be fine without them
"Okay. You just tell me where and when and I'll be there."
She leaned eagerly into his touch, pressing her lips to his. "You better be. No way I'm gonna be left at the altar, Benson Thomas," she stated sternly. She was joking of course. There were no doubts in her head and she was fairly sure he felt the same way. If he didn't, he would tell her. ...She hoped.
Brow furrowing a little at that, she licked her lips. "I think spring, yeah? Kinda far off but there's no rush, is there?" Just to give them some time, breathing room.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Feb 19, 2010 18:24:52 GMT -5
"You're gonna invite them though, aren't you?" He hadn't meant to imply that, but that didn't mean he wasn't going invite them. The subject was still far up in the air, whirling at its highest peak, waiting for gravity to kick in and let it drop on his head at the worst possible moment. Perhaps this was that moment, where he'd have to face the facts. Thinking on it a moment, Benson wasn't sure how to give her a reply, let alone what it would be. He hadn't exactly made up his mind yet.
So he rolled with it. "I guess so. Kind of feel obligated to, which is awful to say, but I do. It's our wedding. Why shouldn't my family be a part of it?"
Because they've never accepted anything else you've done in your life, that's why. His brain was screaming at him for being such a thick, thick pushover.
"You better be. No way I'm gonna be left at the altar, Benson Thomas."
Pulling his head back, he feigned shock. "I'm offended that you'd even think I would do that," he replied primly, pretending to toss his hair.
Then he realized how strange he must have looked and how much she was going to get on his case for it, so he wiped his face clean. "Yeah. Spring." Definitely.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Feb 20, 2010 13:22:35 GMT -5
"I guess so. Kind of feel obligated to, which is awful to say, but I do. It's our wedding. Why shouldn't my family be a part of it?"
Andrua shrugged. "Totally up to you, dude. If it's just gonna make you...uncomfortable or whatever then I say leave 'em out." It didn't matter to her either way. She didn't want to pressure him into making one decision versus another. Or make a decision at all, at this point. It was still early; they still had time to think it all over.
"I'm offended that you'd even think I would do that."
She grinned at his response but it evolved into a full-blown laugh when he tossed his head about. He was such a goof. She hugged him a little tighter, nestling her face into his neck. But he was her goof so it was okay.
"Yeah. Spring."
She nodded as well, happy to at least have a vague, tentative date set down. Made it a little more real. She pressed close to him, taking him up in a playful kiss. "Morning, too?" she asked. Not too early because their guests would kill them. But whenever she thought of morning, she thought of Benson.
She thought of waking up in tangled sheets, pressed against him. Of the sun breaking through the curtains and window, tossing warmth and scattered patterns over them in bed. She thought of stumbling into the shower with him and waking up half-way through under the heated spray. Of exchanging kisses in the steam-filled room. She thought of running through the new-born day with him keeping pace by her side.
That was her Benson. That's what their marriage would be.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Feb 27, 2010 12:49:58 GMT -5
It wasn't helpful that she had first asked if his parents were coming, as if expectant, then to say that she didn't care either way, then to suggest the option of leaving them out completely. Fairness didn't seem to be a part of making this decision. If he invited them, he knew for sure that there would be some uneven ground between them and that it wouldn't be a good time for anybody. Yet if he didn't ask them and they found out, he'd feel guilty and they'd harp on him until the day he died. He wanted to share Andrua with them, really. It was just...maybe they wouldn't want her to be shared with them. After all, they were two mutants--the only reason they'd accepted his difference was because he was potentially going to make them a successful, rich family. After he threw that away...well, there hadn't been a use for him.
"Morning," he snapped, coming out of his ghost ride. As he realized what he'd agreed to, it began to settle in nicely. Morning. When they'd wake up and find that they'd spent the entire night together, when they'd wake up before the sun and go for a run that would last until the sun finally slept again. When the ground was still wet and cool, even in summer. A little breeze. Chipper. Birds. Morning.
Benson's smile grew. "Yeah, morning."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Mar 1, 2010 14:12:56 GMT -5
"Morning. Yeah, morning."
Andrua grinned happily. She was glad they were on the same track; they usually were. "Morning, outside, in the spring..." That was enough planning for the time being. Spring was still quite a little while off now so they could work everything out soon enough. For now, she just wanted to enjoy the time her fiancé.
"Did I say thank you for taking me here yet?" she asked softly, smiling to him. Dipping forward, she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, hands toying with the hem of his shirt. "It's nice to get some place new every once in a while." New York City really was great. But it couldn't compare to Italy. As for everywhere else in the world... Well, she just couldn't wait to see the rest of it. And with Benson, she wouldn't have to.
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