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Post by Benson Thomas on Nov 20, 2009 22:14:45 GMT -5
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 20, 2009 22:43:52 GMT -5
[[no yours]]
Andrua sighed. Nothing beat Frenchmen launching cows. Smirking, she turned and buried her face against him, settling down. She was suddenly tired; content to just doze next to him. She could just feel a haze of sleep cover her and her entire body relaxed.
And then tensed. A promonition. She hadn't been tired, just preparing for a prediction. Shit.
There was fire. Lots of fire and heat and ash. Destruciton all around, broken brick and stone, screams everywhere. Shadowy figures reigned the streets. She could feel the pain of everyone around her and it was overwhelming. She squirmed frantically, whimpering in pain. God, it hurt! Everyone hurt! Her hands clenched into fists and she tossed her head a little. Smoke invaded her lungs. Everything was dark and getting darker...
She awoke with a frightened start. Gasping, she shot up straight, hands going to her temple. She had a headache, left-over from the vision. Oh gosh. That was a premonition. That was coming. Holy hell.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Nov 20, 2009 22:53:13 GMT -5
Having made the decision to disregard the movie a long time ago, head resting on the seat of the couch and arms contently around Andrua, Benson fell into the first layer of sleep, wanting to delve deeper but never wanting to escape the consciousness of holding her.
He snapped awake when her back arched and she flung herself forward. His hands went to her shoulders, trying to wake her, not knowing whether it was better for her to endure the nightmare and wake up scared shitless but healthy, or risk waking her now and having her possibly be somewhat delusional for a while. "Dru?" he choked, voice cutting off short as he sat up and had her in his arms. "Dru, come on. Wake up." Though his voice was less than powerful, he wished with all his strength that she would somehow abide to him.
A crooked frown passed over his face and he immediately regathered her in his arms, stroking her hair back, kissing her temple. "S'okay. I mean, y'okay? What happened?"
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 20, 2009 23:52:22 GMT -5
Breathing labored, Andrua struggled in a blind haze. She could feel Benson's hands on hers, arms around her and relaxed just a little. He was there, so it wouldn't be too bad. "Sorry," she gasped out, between deep inhal-exhales. "Just need...minute..."
Her heartrate was gradually drifting slower, getting more normal. Her arms wrapped around him, clutching him to her and burying her face into his neck. "Fire," she mumbled, still frightened. "Smoke. Pain, lots of pain." Her eyes tightened.
Letting out a barely stable breath, she opened her eyes and was finally able to see. "Sorry," she repeated, calmer. "Premonition."
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Post by Benson Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 0:08:04 GMT -5
He was slowly descending the sanity ladder, and the only reason he knew this was because he was fairly certain she was going with him. This whole being-a-mutant shit? Not going down with him. It just wasn't working out. First he was a freak, and now he was dealing with her spontanious premonitions that could damn the entire fucking world?
Who the fuck were they?
Right now that wasn't exactly his primary concern, as his girlfriend shook--almost helplessly; he'd never seen her...helpless before, though he couldn't say he disliked it. It made him feel wanted; needed--in his arms. With one hand at the nape of her neck, the other at the small of her back, he made sure his strokes along her spine were rhythmically even, never wanting to cause a harmonious upset in her, not after what she just experienced.
"It's all right," he assured her breathlessly, even though he wasn't sure what she'd seen or how it was going to later effect anyone. Benson turned his head to press a kiss to her cheek, offering her soothing whispers, though they lacked insight. "It's okay. You're here, you're not there anymore. Okay now? Talk to me."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 0:35:59 GMT -5
Andrua trembled in his arms, her legs moving to wrap around his waist as well. She settled into his touch, his whispers, just his presence even was comforting. She focused on the rise and fall of his chest, the beats of his heart. Listening close, she made herself calm down further. Made her heartrate and breathing rhythm match his. After a few minutes of this, she was better.
She didn't pull from him, not ready to give up the comfort yet. She tilted her head to the side, though, so her voice wouldn't be muffled against his chest. "It was the city, I think. Here, I mean. But it was...on fire. Like all of it. Smoking and burning and broken down. And everyone was running scared and screaming. And I could feel all their pain, as if I was experiencing it all with them." She shuddered at the memory. "It was the worst thing I had ever felt," she admitted in a small voice.
She finally pulled from him then, meeting his eyes. "But it's gonna happen, Ben. It's.. It's a premonition. I mean, premonitions predict the future. They come true. I don't want that to come true, Ben," she said hopelessly.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 0:54:14 GMT -5
Without skipping a beat, he began to shake his head, refusing to let her sink into the ferocity of the vision. It was too early for that. It might've been better if she calmed down, went back to sleep maybe, and then analyze the premonition when she had a more stable mindset. Right now she might just be too...frazzled. Which was understandable. But...Jesus, the whole city on fire?
"No it's not," he mulled, and although his tone was secure in his throat, he forced it out dryly. "It won't, Drua. I promise. We're going to keep everything the way it is. Just relax. Calm down. I'm right here, see? Nothing's happened." That didn't mean to say he wasn't afraid of things happening in the future...
He wet his lips. "Do you want to go back to sleep or something?"
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 1:23:12 GMT -5
She nodded at his reassurances. She didn't believe him. She couldn't. She wanted to but she just couldn't. She understood that that was what he was supposed to say in this situation, though. Just calm her down and assure her that everything would be okay. But she had never had a premonition that wasn't true, eventually. She couldn't believe that this time would be any different from the others...
"Okay," she murmured appeasingly. She setted back against his his chest, nuzzling against the soft material of his shirt. "No," she answered softly. She didn't want to go back to sleep. Didn't want to risk the possibility of a dream that mimmicked her vision. "Not yet." She shook at the thought of reliving the prediction again. She never wanted to be caught in that again. Never wanted to feel like that...
She licked her lips and drew one hand over his shoulder. Tucking her face against his chest, she tried to soothe herself with the feeling of his familiar fabric against her cheek. "Thanks," she mumbled out, still a little shaky. "Sorry, again. And..." She trailed off a moment, blocking tears. She wasn't upset any longer but the lingering feelings, left-over from the vision, were starting to take their toll. "Love you," she breathed out, barely audible.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 2:25:23 GMT -5
A faint chuckle escaped from Benson and he shook his head, allowing--wanting--her to rest on him, his heart threatening to come to a fatal stop because of the panic anymore. If there was a time Andrua admitted vulnerability, there was a time to be scared shitless out of your pants. "Don't ever be sorry," he coaxd, "for things like that."
The what seemed to be everlasting sting of approaching tears pained his eyes, though he would not relent to being weak, not when she was suffering much more than he was. He couldn't imagine how frightening it was to see something that was bound to come true in the future, when it was as permanent and undeniable as the apocolypse. "Love you, too. So much."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 2:51:41 GMT -5
She pulled to him tight, inhalng his scent. It anchored him, the strong, stable, familiar smell of her boyfriend. "Thanks," she said again. She could appreciate that, if around no one else, she could at least be her complete self around him. She could be scared and admit fear and lose her shit around Benson.
In the background, she could vaguely hear the movie still running. Something about it upset her nerves and so she turned it off with a flourish of her hand, television blacking out. She wiped at her eyes, stopping the tears before they had an opportunity to get going. "Shit," she cursed. She was still unhappy about letting her effect it so much. There was nothign she could do about it so there was no need to get upset, right?
"Maybe we should go to sleep now," she suggested softly, glancing toward his bed.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 10:58:23 GMT -5
That was a good idea. Still, getting up meant letting go. He wasn't sure he wanted her out of his sight, let alone his arms. Benson nodded, turning the television off with the remote before tossing it back, forgotten, onto the couch and helping her to her feet, keep an arm securely around her shoulders. "Go ahead in," she sent her off with a kiss to her cheek, working to straighten up the den before following her. There was something about waking up to a dirty or messy house that irritated him--he couldn't stand for it.
It wasn't long before he was lying down with her on the bed, making sure her back was flush against his chest, his hand grabbing his opposite wrist around her midsection. "Okay now? Getting better, at least?" he checked in.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 11:44:06 GMT -5
She hesitated a moment before going into bed ahead of him. She knew he had his weird clean-up habit thing but she wasn't sure she wanted to be away from him just yet. Taking in a deep breath, she moved on, crawling onto bed and curling up. She kept her eyes open, though, not willing to fall asleep without him near her.
Her entire being relaxed when she heard him enter. She pressed against him immediately, lacing her fingers through his hands. It wasn't enough, though. She rolled, facing him them. She fit her hips against his and tangled their legs together. Pressing her face into his neck, she was better. Much better. It was closer, this way, more connected. "Mhm," she hummed in response to his question. "Getting there. Thank you." She dropped a soft kiss to his collarbone before letting her eyes slip closed. It wasn't long before she was dozing.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 11:48:52 GMT -5
It had to have been some time around eleven, since it was dark out, but the world hadn't gone to sleep yet. That, and there were no late-night talk shows on TV--those usually started around twelve; twelve-thirty. Despite the fact that being near Andrua had grown into a necessity, Benson had all but hired a crane to pull him out of bed, to go make something useful of himself. Not that he didn't sympathize with her, but it was impossible for him to sleep with all of this...shit on his mind.
And what was better than a little comfort food?
The enticing aroma of the baking cookies in the oven made him smile to himself as he sat in the open, screenless window, looking out over the city that never slept. He knew how it felt right now.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 12:27:03 GMT -5
Andrua shuddered awake. She had been -thankfully- asleep with dreams for a few hours at that point. But she was cold. Benson must've shifted away from her in sleep. Blinking, she opened her eyes and looked for him. Finding him nowhere in the bed, she panicked briefly and sat up. Where the fuck was he? She was getting a little tired of waking up without him...
She nearly tripped out of bed and dashing to look for him. She was fine, really, she just...needed to find him. She skidded to a stop in the kitchen. He was there, sitting in the window. And...was that cookies she smelled?
She loved this man; she was going to marry him.
"Hey," she greeted softly, almost able to smile. "If you're gonna keep leaving the bed empty at least find me someone to fill the space with," she joked. Moving to him, she put a hand on his shoulder. "Y'all right?"
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Post by Benson Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 12:43:50 GMT -5
Hearing the heaviness of her paranoid footsteps, he stood up, as if to welcome her into the space he was hoping he could share with her, if she ever woke up, which she did, thank God. A smile creased his face and he shrugged, taking her into his arms. "Sorry," he went about the casualties quickly, leaning his face back enough to catch a glimpse of her features. "I'll make sure I master the art of cloning before the next time I plan on leaving you unattended." Ducking down, he laid a lengthy kiss on her lips.
"Fine," he assured wistfully, barely able to function, let alone make substantial responses. He was sure his internal organs were shutting down as he went about kissing her. His mind failed him when he was distracted by her.
"Hungry?" he muttered between spurts of kisses.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 13:07:57 GMT -5
"Yes, please," she said happily. She daydreamed wistfully a minute about multiple Bensons wandering around. Think of the possiblities. Threesome; that's the possibility her mind first went to... She chuckled airily and pressed close to his embrace. The kiss took her by surprise a little but she liked that. She returned it easily and felt her knees give a little.
Leaninging against him, she considered it. "Mmm, only if those cookies I smell are chocolate chip." Grinning, she ran her hand along his shoulders, just tickingly the back of his neck. "I didn't know you could bake."
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Post by Benson Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 13:26:04 GMT -5
"Consider it done, then." Hmm, maybe one of those rats were still wandering around--he could do with developing a new power or two. Teleportation, if he couldn't, however, would have to suffice. He could almost be in two places at once. It took a lot of concentration, but hey. It was Drua. Any man unwilling to cross this earth and back twice for her was out of his mind.
Nodding, almost with a giddy expression, Ben led her back into the center of the kitchen, taking a cookie off of the plate he'd already finished. "Baking the second batch now. Have one," he offered, handing her the cookie. An airy chuckle left him. "It's not that hard. Take a few...things, mix in chocolate chips, and shove 'em in at 350." A wry smirk played at his lips.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 13:57:47 GMT -5
She took the cookie warily. It smelled good enough, sure. But... well... She hummed skeptically before taking a bite. Ohhh, it was good. She let her eyes slipped closed and she leaned against the counter. Taking another large bite, she gave a happy noise. "Goooood," she drawled out, popping the last piece into her mouth. "Can I have another?"
Nothing like fresh, warm chocolate-chip cookies to cure whatever was ailing you. "You do of course realize that this means you will be making cookies for me, like, every week." No way was she missing out on this deliciousness. She leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Or that deliciousness: Benson. She cuddled against him, eyes closed lightly. She could already feel the tenseness and fear drift away from her a little.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 14:12:31 GMT -5
Watching, waiting for her reaction, Benson pulled his lips in. He wasn't the best at cooking (hell, he had had troubles deciphering the necessary difference between the dry and wet measuring cups), so he didn't know how these were going to turn out, and he hadn't touched one yet, wanting her to have the first one. A relieved, satisfied smile broke his worry and he chuckled. "Good, I'm glad." Reaching behind him, he moved closer, breaking off a piece of the cookie, the gooey chocolate dripping onto his finger, and he reached to put the cookie in her mouth.
Happy to oblige, he nodded. "Works for me. I can do with a useful hobby." Hmm, maybe Pippa would like some cookies...
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 21, 2009 15:05:29 GMT -5
She took the cookie, playfully snapping at his fingers in the process. "Mhm, very good." Her tongue darted out and she licked up the chocolate that had spilled onto his finger. Giggling, she reveled in the taste again. So good. Why hadn't she known about this talent of his before this? She was gonna have to run an extra mile, though, if she kept eating.
"Yes! More cookies." She danced in place a little, happy. Her boyfriend made her cookies. Life was good.
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