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crossing_lostrpThis takes place shortly after Ami and George finish their conversation in Playing Catch Up. If anyone feels like having a WTF moment, feel free to jump in. Here's a description of the active co-locator from the outside.
As much as Scott had wanted to contact his parents the previous night, he'd known that he was far too tired to try it. He and Ami couldn't keep their eyes open shortly after sunset, so they'd retired early to their shelter. "Four rounds of sex -- most of them island coffee-fueled -- plus working to stay fed will do that to you," Scott had joked. Ami agreed with a deep, lingering kiss. Despite that and full body contact, they'd been too exhausted to do anything other than sleep. Until they'd rested for a few hours, that is. When Scott awoke panting from a rather imaginative dream involving Ami, figs, and guava nectar, he was delighted to discover that their bodies were again able to keep up with their libidos.
After Ami had finished her social rounds for the morning -- something Scott truly couldn't fathom; making conversation so soon after waking up? Ugh. -- she'd suggested going foraging with Ripley as a pretense to try using the co-locator. Scott and Ripley had agreed, which was how he and Ami were now standing at the edge of the rippling, transluscent energy dome under the same root cave they'd used previously. Every few seconds a soft rustling emanated overhead from Ripley changing position at her sentry post.
Although the hemisphere seemed stable, Scott tossed a pebble inside just to be sure. It landed with a soft thunk on the other side -- presumably from the carpeted floor of his parents' apartment. Reassured, Scott squeezed Ami's hand. "No time like the present," he said. He let go of her hand and stepped into the shared space created by the co-locator.
Sunlight backlit the blinds covering the single window in the small room. (Ironic that I'm in two places at once and don't know where either place is.) He felt Ami's worry through their now-attenuated link. /I'm okay,/ Scott reassured her. /I'm in the same room as last time./ He turned to face the closed door, which was hazy since it was on the other side of the energy dome. "Mom! Dad!" Scott shouted. While he waited for a response he asked Ami, /If they're home, do you still want to meet them? You don't have to. Since the co-locator is still working, there should be other opportunities./
As much as Scott had wanted to contact his parents the previous night, he'd known that he was far too tired to try it. He and Ami couldn't keep their eyes open shortly after sunset, so they'd retired early to their shelter. "Four rounds of sex -- most of them island coffee-fueled -- plus working to stay fed will do that to you," Scott had joked. Ami agreed with a deep, lingering kiss. Despite that and full body contact, they'd been too exhausted to do anything other than sleep. Until they'd rested for a few hours, that is. When Scott awoke panting from a rather imaginative dream involving Ami, figs, and guava nectar, he was delighted to discover that their bodies were again able to keep up with their libidos.
After Ami had finished her social rounds for the morning -- something Scott truly couldn't fathom; making conversation so soon after waking up? Ugh. -- she'd suggested going foraging with Ripley as a pretense to try using the co-locator. Scott and Ripley had agreed, which was how he and Ami were now standing at the edge of the rippling, transluscent energy dome under the same root cave they'd used previously. Every few seconds a soft rustling emanated overhead from Ripley changing position at her sentry post.
Although the hemisphere seemed stable, Scott tossed a pebble inside just to be sure. It landed with a soft thunk on the other side -- presumably from the carpeted floor of his parents' apartment. Reassured, Scott squeezed Ami's hand. "No time like the present," he said. He let go of her hand and stepped into the shared space created by the co-locator.
Sunlight backlit the blinds covering the single window in the small room. (Ironic that I'm in two places at once and don't know where either place is.) He felt Ami's worry through their now-attenuated link. /I'm okay,/ Scott reassured her. /I'm in the same room as last time./ He turned to face the closed door, which was hazy since it was on the other side of the energy dome. "Mom! Dad!" Scott shouted. While he waited for a response he asked Ami, /If they're home, do you still want to meet them? You don't have to. Since the co-locator is still working, there should be other opportunities./
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[Ami] Hello, world (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-04-23 03:05 pm (UTC)/Ironic that I'm in two places at once and don't know where either place is./ Scott's thought, which Ami was certain hadn't been directed at her, came through quite clearly. She wondered if Scott had noticed how much that had been happening between them more since yesterday; she wondered how he would feel about that once he figured it out.
Scott passed on his reassurances that he was all right, clearly missing the fact that only part of her worry was regarding his safety and well-being - although it was a fairly large chunk.
/If they're home, do you still want to meet them? You don't have to. Since the co-locater is still working, there should be other opportunities,/ Scott told her.
Ami debated briefly. There was still the lingering embarrassment from what Scott had shared with his father, but then again, Kevin had caught them with their pants down so to speak. (And the little poofter was giving the eye to my boyfriend, as well. Not that I could blame him.)
What was that saying of Lisa's? Six of one, half dozen of another? Sooner or later, it didn't really make much difference and the longer she waited the more she would get her nerves on. And these were Scott's parents and he actually wanted her to meet them.
/Yes, I think that I do./
[Scott] Hello, in-laws (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-04-23 03:43 pm (UTC)/And the little poofter was giving the eye to my boyfriend, as well,/ Ami thought. /Not that I could blame him./ Scott frowned, puzzled. Then everything was happening at once. The door to the room swung open, Ami said that she wanted to meet his parents, and Paul and Jenny stepped into the co-locator holding hands. Scott absently noted that his parents wore casual clothes, not pajamas like last time.
The family embraced, all three radiating joy and love. "You're alright," Paul said, relief clear in his voice.
Jenny kissed Scott's cheek. "We were so worried. Why didn't you try to reach us yesterday?" She frowned momentarily. "How much time has passed for you? It's been two days here."
The three pulled apart. Scott moved toward the hemisphere's edge as he replied. "Same for us." He smiled hugely, "Hold on. I want you to meet someone." Scott turned, standing halfway out of the energy dome. He'd already taken her hands in his before he noticed her trepidatious expression. /Don't worry. They'll love you./ He kissed her briefly, adding, /And not just because I love you. C'mon./ He tugged her toward the dome's gossamer surface.
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Date: 2006-04-23 03:57 pm (UTC)[Ami] Meet the Parents (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-04-23 04:10 pm (UTC)She'd known Scott barely more than a week, she was madly in love with him, she was meeting his parents ... six months in the future.
Right. That brought things into a bit more of the weird perspective, which actually makes them easy to deal with.
/You're sure they won't think I'm just a randy slag who seduced their son?/ Ami tried to make the words sound like a joke, but she got the feeling that she failed miserably. She tightened her hand around Scott's, and looked shyly over at the two people who had to be his parents.
[Scott] Meet the Parents (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-04-23 10:30 pm (UTC)"Hello, Ami," Paul said. "It's good to meet you." Despite 15 years of living among humans, his father still had an innocent, unassuming air.
Jenny added "A pleasure, Ami. I'm glad that you're there to keep Scott out of trouble." She grinned impishly.
Scott stared at her. "Mom!" Despite being chagrined, he was glad to feel Ami's amusement lessen her nervousness.
[Ami] Meet the Parents (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-04-23 10:43 pm (UTC)"It's a pleasure to meet both you," Ami said, her lingering nervousness betrayed by the way her accent grew more prominent. She leaned against Scott, tried hard not to stare too intently at his father (because that would be rude), and she did manage a smile at his mother's comment and the impish grin that she recognized as one of Scott's (so that's where he gets it from.)
"I do my best, but Scott's oft times a handful," Ami replied.
[Scott] Meet the Parents (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-04-23 11:23 pm (UTC)Scott looked at her askance. "Um, yeah. So?"
Jenny blushed, laughing at her own reaction. "I'm sorry, Ami. I guess I'd assumed you're American." She gave Paul a semi-serious irritated glance.
Paul looked a little lost. "I didn't think it was important," he shrugged. He turned to Ami. "You're a more evolved human who loves my son and accepts him for who he is." His gaze widened to include Scott, and he smiled fondly at them. "That's important."
"And you can teleport!" Jenny interjected. "If you could teach Scott to do that, then he could teach Paul. It would make our lives so much easier."
Scott half-smiled. "I don't think I'm wired to do that, Mom. Dad, either." He looked to his father for confirmation.
Paul shook his head. "You're right. Our bodies can't generate the amount of energy necessary to fold space like the Tomorrow People can." His blue eyes focused on Ami, bright with curiosity. "I'm impressed that some humans have already taken that step." He remarked to Ami and Scott, "Your children will be fascinating."
Scott was still reeling from his father's casual mention of folding space when he dropped another bombshell. "Dad!" he reprimanded, feeling his face flush.
"For heaven's sake, Paul," Jenny chided. "They've only been together for a week."
"But we--" Jenny cut Paul off with a look.
Scott looked away from the social train wreck to see how Ami was handling his bizarre family dynamics.
[Ami] Meet the Parents (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-04-23 11:48 pm (UTC)(Years of doing it and never really gave any thought to how or why I could do it,) Ami mused. In the midst of her surprise, Scott's father went on to say something about children, which made Scott flush and caused Ami to squirm and blush a bit. Until his father made the comment, Ami hadn't really given much thought to her future with Scott; the assumption was there that there would be one - she couldn't imagine her life without him. But the future was close, not far, focused on day to day survival. However, with the suggestion laid out like that, Ami realized that thought wasn't unpleasant or unwelcome.
(I am in so deep,) Ami thought, and the thought was not frightening in the least.
She caught Scott's eyes, and in light of her current train of thought, her heart did that skip thing that made her smile with happiness. /Don't worry, I'm not out to trap you and make you a father yet. Although, speaking of fathers, what am I supposed to call your parents?/
[Scott] Meet the Parents (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
From:[Ami] Meet the Parents (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
From:[Scott] Location, location, location (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
From:[Ami] Location, location, location (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
From:[Scott] Location, location, location (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
From:[Ami] Location, location, location (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
From:[Scott] Emoting (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
From:[Ami] Emoting (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
From:[Scott] Emoting (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
From:[Ami] Sharing (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
From:[Scott] TMI (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
From:[Ami] TMI (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
From:[Scott] Lesson learned (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
From:[Ami] Lesson learned (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
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From:[Kenzaki] Walked into the wrong thing (tag Scott, Ripley, Ami, open)
Date: 2006-04-24 03:22 am (UTC)However, he wasn't expecting to run across Ripuri watching the happenings in a small tree-cave. He looked up briefly at Ripuri, then at everything that was happening, and decided that maybe he could ask Ripuri about what was going on with Sukotto-san and Ami-san later.
He flashed a small smile at Ripuri and beat a hasty retreat into the woods.
[Ripley] Walked into the wrong thing (tag Scott, Kenzaki, Ami, open)
Date: 2006-04-24 04:56 am (UTC)Methos. God. She wasn't exactly infatuated with the man; there was neither need nor possessiveness nor affection beyond strong friendship to her feelings. But good old-fashioned lust--hey. /Damn, that was fun. I wonder if anybody noticed that I changed shirts./ She looked down to the black t-shirt she had reconfigured by ripping off the sleeves. It had a smiley-face on it with a full-mouth, jagged-toothed grin. /Heh. I wonder if anyone has come across that decimated clearing yet./
Movement caught her attention; her head snapped around. Kenzaki. Probably checking in on her and on Scott and Ami, with whom he seemed to have at least a passing friendship. He was discreet enough to assess the need for privacy and back off. Ripley waved an arm in cheerful greeting to him as he backed out of the clearing. /Good soldier; still on the job. We need to grab that Oliveira guy and see about doing another lesson together. I bet he'd love spacing stories./
She went back to her watch.
[Scott] Debriefing (tag Ami, Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-04-26 10:57 am (UTC)The couple strode out of the root cave in time to witness Ripley's graceful sumersault to the jungle floor. "Damn," Scott commented, impressed. "Thanks again, Ripley. We're slowly making progress to get rescued. For those who want rescue." He continued his informal debriefing as they walked back to camp. "My parents will get word to Ami's friends and Daniel's and Blaise's superiors. Dad figured out our approximate location, too: 3 deg S, 170 deg W. Not that it helps us much. This island doesn't appear on any maps, including the one my dad made. Whatever or whoever is behind this place is working overtime to keep us here."
[Ami] A Teaser (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-26 03:32 pm (UTC)When they arrived at the beach, without any warning or preamble, Ami turned to Scott and pulled him down for a deep, lingering kiss. The surge of desire that she felt from him made it difficult to tear herself away, and she was panting and breathless when she finally did so.
“That’s a teaser,” Ami told him between breaths. “The rest of it comes later.”
[Scott] A Teaser (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-26 05:41 pm (UTC)Scott grinned crookedly at her, still somewhat breathless. "Sounds good to me." Then he frowned. (No. No, it doesn't sound good.) He stepped up to Ami, pulling her tightly against him. She gasped from the unexpected gesture and the desire he made no attempt to rein in. /*Some* of it comes later. I want you now./ Through an amazing act of self-control Scott kept his hands from wandering (much). /So, the tepee, the beach on the far side of the stream, the private swimming hole, or the ocean?/
[Ami] A Teaser (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-26 06:09 pm (UTC)It wasn’t as though saying no to him was a viable option. The thought of saying no wasn’t even a viable option. Both became completely nonexistent options when he leaned down and nuzzled her neck, rasping his tongue lightly against the fluttering pulse point – an action that always got a favorable reaction and made her head spin.
(When the hell did he get so publicly demonstrative? Not that I’m complaining.)
/The teepee,/ Ami told him, gasping when the lick became a playful nip. She dragged his mouth back to hers before she melted all over the beach. At least in the teepee, they would be quieter and more contained; and they might not end up spending the rest of the morning there. /Definitely the teepee./
[Scott] A Teaser (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-26 07:04 pm (UTC)Scott chuckled as he continued teasing her. /It's you, remember?/ She gasped after casting her vote for the tepee. He wasn't sure if she'd heard his quip, but that was okay. Both of their sights were set on getting to the shelter as soon as possible.
Ami took a step toward the tepee, but Scott tugged her back into the jungle. /What are you--/
/Teleport us there,/ Scott said, dropping to the ground and pulling Ami on top of him. /It's such a rush./ His hands slipped under her clothes and moved of their own accord.
[Ami] A Teaser (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-26 08:03 pm (UTC)Teleporting them only took an instant, the only immediate sense in the change in their environment being a slight increase in temperature and a declining light.
Her hands connected with the hem of his shirt and Ami tore her mouth away from Scott’s long enough to pull it over his head, an idea blossoming in the back of her mind. (Maybe I can take proper advantage of this after all.) She knew that there was a good chance that Scott could overhear her; she didn’t care. Let him wonder what precisely she was up to.
With a lascivious grin, Ami yanked her shirt off and tossed it aside, a rush feeling her at the way his eyes instantly dropped and focused on her lace and cloth covered breasts. His hands slid up her ribcage, and Ami intercepted them, pushing and holding them over his head.
“None of that yet,” Ami warned him, her voice a low purr. Telepathy was well and fine, but she liked the way her voice lowered and whispered, heavy with her desire for him. The emotions that she felt from Scott told her that he wasn’t adverse to it either.
Lowering her head, Ami began to rain kisses and licks, softly and lightly, over his torso. Nothing frenzied, nothing intense, just a soft caress of her lips and tongue, slowly and carefully nudging him step by step along the upward climb of desire. Kisses occasionally turned to playful nibbles and nips, the soft moans and gasps she heard from Scott coupled with the desire that flowed across their link and the very real evidence of his arousal beneath her hips told her that she was pushing all the right buttons.
[Scott] Definitely not teasing (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-26 09:45 pm (UTC)Since he "couldn't" touch Ami, Scott did the next best thing -- connect with his sphere. The world immediately contracted to just her, him, and their dizzying combined desire. Ami froze in mid-lick, loosing a delighted laugh/moan. Then she resumed nibbling down his side, which was even more enticing now that he felt all of her sensations as well.
After what felt like hours of exquisite, double-sensory torture, Ami straddled Scott, deliberately rubbing her hips against him. They both groaned, then marvled that
the sphere's hum, however unsteady, still filled the inside of the shelter. Ami laughed in her low, libidinous voice, stretching herself over Scott's trembling body. She slid her hands up his arms, lacing her fingers through his. "Can you keep this up if I'm on top?" she whispered an inch from his mouth.
Scott hungrily pressed his lips to hers. /No. No way,/ he managed, moving on to her neck. Before he could get any further Ami sat up straight, surprising him and eliciting another moan.
He started to sit up as well, only to be playfully pushed back down by Ami. She smiled devilishly, admonishing, /Stay still and concentrate./
(Fuck that,) he thought, but then Ami's nimble hands were stroking him and undressing him simultaneously. Gasping and moaning, Scott happily did as he was told, especially when she took him in her mouth. Some small, distant part of his brain clung desperately to his sphere and noticed Ami's intense concentration. That was all but forgotten in the midst of slippery, double-perspective pleasure. The inside of the shelter was a sauna, and someone was screaming with ecstasy, and all of their synapses fired at once with white-hot intensity, followed by delirious haziness.
[Ami] Aftershocks (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-27 01:40 am (UTC)Turning her head ever so slightly, Ami placed a kiss on his wet skin, beside his navel. A wave of pleasure washed through their link and over her, and this time when Scott’s hands reached for her, she crawled up his body to lie on the mat beside him. Ami coaxed him over to her, pulling his head onto her chest, and wrapping her arms around him. Scott trembled and panted in her arms, love, amazement and intense satisfaction filtering through their link.
Ami kissed the top of his head, inhaling the scent of him – sand, surf, sweat and something else that she knew was completely Scott. She giggled softly, hugging him close, indulging in the skin-on-skin contact and the way his hands roamed aimless around her body.
(It’s official. I absolutely, positively can not get enough of this man.) Already the tiny touches of his fingers and palms, gentle caresses not directed towards anything other than tactile contact, were tingling against her sensitized skin and awareness, touching off little sparks inside of her.
Ignoring the tiny flames trying to sputter to life, Ami nuzzled his head, giggling again. /Tell me, was it good for you, love?/
[Scott] Aftershocks (tag Ami)
From:[Ami] Aftershocks (tag Scott)
From:[Scott] Payback (tag Ami)
From:[Ami] Payback (tag Scott)
From:[Scott] Payback (tag Ami)
From:[Ami] Payback (tag Scott)
From:[Scott] Awakening (tag Ami)
From:[Ami] Awakening (tag Scott)
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From:[Ami] Panicking (tag Scott)
From:[Scott] A plan (tag Ami)
From:[Ami] A plan (tag Scott)
From:[Scott] A plan (tag Ami)
From:[Ami] A plan (tag Scott)
From:[Scott] Observation (tag Ami)
From:[Scott] Awake again (tag Ami)
From:[Ami] Awake again (tag Scott)
From:[Scott] Sleeping beauty? (tag Ami)
From:[Ami] Sleeping beauty? (tag Scott)
From:[Scott] Sleeping beauty? (tag Ami)
From:[Ami] The Verdict (tag Scott)
From:[Scott] The Verdict (tag Ami)
From:[Ami] The Verdict (tag Scott)
From:[Scott] The norm (tag Ami)
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From:[Ami] The norm (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-29 10:07 pm (UTC)As she brushed, her mind cast back to the conversation with Paul, /Your father did bring up an interesting consideration. I do wonder what our children will be like./
At Scott's panicked look and the twinge of panic she felt from him along their link, she laughed. "I didn't say *here and now.* It's hardly the time or the place for us to even consider such things. What it is time to consider is lunch."
[Scott] Buzzkill (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-30 03:07 am (UTC)It was early afternoon of another beautiful day in paradise, if you liked roughing it. Blinking from the bright sunlight, Scott idly looked around the beach to distract him from the rather depressing thought of having children. Motion drew his eyes to Michael, Walt, and Vincent playing Frisbee/get the Frisbee back from Vincent. The three were having a marvelous time. (So much for that distraction,) he thought sourly.
Scott briefly considered shielding his thoughts from Ami, but decided against it. She'd be better off knowing now anyway. (I won't have kids. No way. I won't put them through what I've gone through. Like I even have the money to consider having children. Like I've allowed myself to think of having kids before. Thinking too far into the future is too damn depressing anyway. In a way it's better being stranded here.)
Rustling behind him announced Ami's exit from the tepee. Scott gave her the best smile he could manage and took her hand. "Let's get some food."
[Ami] Buzzkill (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-30 03:27 am (UTC)(Too late for it now, I suppose.)
/I won't have kids. No way. I won't put them through what I've gone through. Like I even have the money to consider having children. Like I've allowed myself to think of having kids before. Thinking too far into the future is too damn depressing anyway. In a way it's better being stranded here./
Ami paused in the midst of pulling her hair back in a ponytail. She was certain that Scott hadn't meant for her to hear that; or maybe he had. Her mind flickered back again to the conversation with Paul and to what she knew of Scott's obvious paranoia and mistrust of any and all types of government agencies and people ... and she realized what she didn't know about him, how hard had things been that he was bitter ... and afraid?
(And how easy have I had it all these years with Bill to protect us?)
Hand shaking, Ami finished off the ponytail, with a curse. She didn't even let herself stop to consider why Scott's negative reaction to having children bothered her so badly. It wasn't a road she could travel down, not yet. It was scary enough being this in love with Scott, this tied to him, and knowing that there was no way she could live without him.
(I can't go there. I can't do this now.) She pushed back the shock, surprise and disappointment, refusing to deal with any of them and ducked out of the teepee.
She accepted Scott's hand with a forced smile of her own, "Sounds good. I'm ravenous."
[Scott] Buzzkill (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-30 01:57 pm (UTC)Ami glanced at him warily. /What?/
/It makes it hard to pretend problems aren't there./ Scott pulled back his arm to take Ami's hand again. The almost-tingle of their contact made him smile slightly. /I'm sorry that Dad brought up the whole kids thing. We need to rein in our hormones and talk later. I can't imagine being without you, but I don't know how that will work once we're rescued./ His perennial worry of the military or FSA swooping down to snatch him up surfaced. He repressed it ruthlessly. /Since you can teleport I guess we'll manage./
[Ami] Buzzkill (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-30 02:52 pm (UTC)But it wasn't guaranteed that talking about it would resolve it. However, the issue was out there and as much as she didn't want to tackle it, apparently there was no choice now.
/I'm not sorry he brought it up,/ Ami told him honestly, resisting that ingrained urge to simply smile and play nicely and shield him from her emotions. /It's obvious we're on very different pages about some things and if we're in this for the long haul, we need to talk about that. So, we'll talk later, then./
(As much as I might not want to, because I don't want this to drive a wedge between us or tear us apart,) Ami carefully shielded the thought from Scott.
They'd talk, then. And she'd deal with the fallout. Whatever it was.
[Scott] Dealing (tag Ami [optional])
Date: 2006-04-30 04:45 pm (UTC)"Thanks, Rose." Scott filled one coconut bowl with the thick soup, handed it to Ami, then helped himself.
He made the requisite small talk as they ate. Jin was already in the surf fishing. Scott couldn't wait to get out there. Sometimes it was good to be more or less alone, lost in the simple, rhythmic motions of casting the net and drawing it in like a faster version of the tides.
Beside him Ami was truly enjoying the company. He was glad. She made friends quickly and needed more social time than he did. It dawned on Scott that much of that time was spent with River, Walt, and Sue -- the children or teenagers of the survivors. (She's good with kids,) he thought, carefully shielding it from Ami. (Wants to be around them, helping or just playing. No wonder she's so upset. Of course she'll want her own. I wonder if Dad figured that out.) Scott mentally kicked himself for being so oblivious.
After they'd polished off the last of the turtle stew Ami offered to clean up their bowls and utensils. "Have fun fishing," she said with a small, if genuine, smile.
"I will, thanks," Scott replied. He touched her cheek with one hand, brushing his thumb over her cheekbones. /We'll make this work. I promise./ Ami's smile grew, and their love coursed both ways across their connection. He brushed his lips lightly against hers, then headed in Jin's direction. "Off to earn my keep," he said to the others. "Later."
Keep on Movin'
Date: 2006-05-01 02:21 am (UTC)