Ami sat up again, mouth gaping slightly in surprise. /You're having me on!/
Her husband's grin broadened. Scott gave a tug on her wrist, pulling her body back down beside his. /No, I'm not having you on. I sensed it when Damon had me check to make sure Aaron was okay. Before he was born even./
/Does Claire know?/ Ami snuggled in close, resting her head on Scott's chest. The idle conversation was a good distraction from those things that were troubling him.
She felt Scott shrug. /Dunno. Probably not. I think Damon was trying to find a way to tell her./ One hand idly wound through her hair, toying with her curls and she let out a soft, contented purr.
/Empathic, red hair, I don't know... I'm beginning to wonder if maybe Megabyte and Claire didn't get drunk some night somewhere and just don't remember it./ Ami giggled.
/Ha ha,/ Megabyte retorted, picking up on her purposely projected words. /Trust me, I'd remember./
"Hey," her husband tightened his hold on her in mock reproach, /I'm the one you're supposed to be paying attention to./
Ami stretched out against him, pressing her body fully against his. She tossed one leg over his and nuzzled his neck and shoulder. Her breath whispered against his skin, "I'm happy to pay attention to you."
This time, she wouldn't push the issue. If Scott felt that she still needed to rest and recover, she'd take his word for it.
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[Ami] Back to Bed?
Date: 2006-10-11 01:56 am (UTC)Her husband's grin broadened. Scott gave a tug on her wrist, pulling her body back down beside his. /No, I'm not having you on. I sensed it when Damon had me check to make sure Aaron was okay. Before he was born even./
/Does Claire know?/ Ami snuggled in close, resting her head on Scott's chest. The idle conversation was a good distraction from those things that were troubling him.
She felt Scott shrug. /Dunno. Probably not. I think Damon was trying to find a way to tell her./ One hand idly wound through her hair, toying with her curls and she let out a soft, contented purr.
/Empathic, red hair, I don't know... I'm beginning to wonder if maybe Megabyte and Claire didn't get drunk some night somewhere and just don't remember it./ Ami giggled.
/Ha ha,/ Megabyte retorted, picking up on her purposely projected words. /Trust me, I'd remember./
"Hey," her husband tightened his hold on her in mock reproach, /I'm the one you're supposed to be paying attention to./
Ami stretched out against him, pressing her body fully against his. She tossed one leg over his and nuzzled his neck and shoulder. Her breath whispered against his skin, "I'm happy to pay attention to you."
This time, she wouldn't push the issue. If Scott felt that she still needed to rest and recover, she'd take his word for it.