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crossing_lostrpOOC: Bumping from [Lucy] Day 11: Making Her Escape due to maximum comment/replies reached.
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Ami ducked into Mara's shelter as Tommy and Jon made their way to the cookfire area. As they departed, her stomach grumbled a bit, reminding her that she hadn't eaten yet this morning. Tommy and Jon were too far away without shouting for them, and shouting might disturb Mara and she wasn't willing to leave the young woman alone. She figured she'd suffer through for a while longer; it wasn't like she would die of starvation in a few hours time.
Kneeling by Mara's bed, she hesitantly reached out and placed her hand lightly on the woman's forehead. Dropping her shields just a bit, she focused solely on Mara, wincing again at the rents and tears in the woman's shields. Beneath that, she was disturbed, and mentally and psychically exhausted. Ami wasn't connected to Mara the way she was to Megabyte, Mara not being a Tomorrow Person, but she thought she would try to reinforce the woman's shielding a bit anyway. The worse that would happen was nothing and the best was that Mara might sleep a bit easier, even if Ami couldn't take away the horrors she'd already experienced.
It took a few minutes of concentration, and Ami felt a wee bit more tired herself when it was done, but she'd managed to connect with Mara on the very surface and reinforce her shielding – filling in some of the gaps. It wouldn't hold for long, a day at the most, but hopefully it would give the other woman some comfort.
Done with what she could do, Ami leaned against Mara's bed and waited for Tommy and Jon to return.
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Ami ducked into Mara's shelter as Tommy and Jon made their way to the cookfire area. As they departed, her stomach grumbled a bit, reminding her that she hadn't eaten yet this morning. Tommy and Jon were too far away without shouting for them, and shouting might disturb Mara and she wasn't willing to leave the young woman alone. She figured she'd suffer through for a while longer; it wasn't like she would die of starvation in a few hours time.
Kneeling by Mara's bed, she hesitantly reached out and placed her hand lightly on the woman's forehead. Dropping her shields just a bit, she focused solely on Mara, wincing again at the rents and tears in the woman's shields. Beneath that, she was disturbed, and mentally and psychically exhausted. Ami wasn't connected to Mara the way she was to Megabyte, Mara not being a Tomorrow Person, but she thought she would try to reinforce the woman's shielding a bit anyway. The worse that would happen was nothing and the best was that Mara might sleep a bit easier, even if Ami couldn't take away the horrors she'd already experienced.
It took a few minutes of concentration, and Ami felt a wee bit more tired herself when it was done, but she'd managed to connect with Mara on the very surface and reinforce her shielding – filling in some of the gaps. It wouldn't hold for long, a day at the most, but hopefully it would give the other woman some comfort.
Done with what she could do, Ami leaned against Mara's bed and waited for Tommy and Jon to return.
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[Scott] Changing of the Guard (tag Faith, Ami, open)
Date: 2006-05-14 06:51 pm (UTC)He led Ami toward the stream. /Where do you want to do after I get rid of this--/ he indicated the guava peel /-- and de-sticky my hands. And yours,/ he added with a grin.
[Ami] Changing of the Guard (tag Scott, open)
Date: 2006-05-14 07:04 pm (UTC)She'd have to come back later and check on Mara, and probably River as well. But she needed some time to take care of herself first.
[Scott] Down time (tag Ami, open)
Date: 2006-05-14 08:01 pm (UTC)He gave her a crooked grin. "Walking upstream, literally." After Ami had removed her shoes as well, Scott gave her a long, lingering kiss just because it felt good. Then he took her hand and waded into the shallow water at the stream bank. The water and mud/sand was cool and soft underfoot. Ami let herself be led along.
After they'd passed the public and private swimming holes, both of which were vacant, Scott gradually lowered his shields. (Nothing,) he thought with a sigh of relief.
/Nothing?/
Scott stopped walking and pulled Ami close. /I let my shields down. No caucophony of emotion. Just you./ He ran his fingers through her hair, then kissed her forehead. Tension was running off of Ami bit by bit. /C'mon,/ he said, taking her hand again.
/You're planning something,/ Ami accused good-naturedly.
Scott tossed a smile over his shoulder. /A little something./
/Tease./
/Yep./ His smug reply was followed by a yelp when she pinched his butt. It was good to hear her giggle, however briefly.
Eventually Scott found what he was looking for: another swimming hole. It wasn't as deep as the other two, but it was private without being too far into the jungle. Scott stripped while Ami frowned at him. "Your plan was skinny dipping?"
Scott stepped up to her, enjoying the ripple of ardor that carried across their link. He wasn't trying to seduce Ami -- not that he'd mind if that was the eventual outcome. "My plan was swimming. Kinda forgot bathing suits. My bad. But yeah, after my unexpected morning workout swimming is just the thing." With no further warning, Scott cannonballed into the deepest part of the water.
[Ami] Downtime (tag Scott, open)
Date: 2006-05-14 08:42 pm (UTC)As she stood there on the bank for an indecisive moment before slowly lowering her shields. Ami took a deep breath and simply allowed herself to sense the environment around her. Scott was mostly right; the cacophony of emotion from the beach was so faint that he likely hadn't sensed it and she only could if she concentrated on it.
Ami didn't concentrate on it.
With a determined mental shove, Ami pushed the morning's events and memories away from her to be dealt with later. Then trying to find her center again, she focused on Scott, on the fine lines of his body moving through the water, returning the occasional curious glance that he gave her with a warm smile and a pulse of affection.
Watching him for a while finally gave her a grounding point and Ami was able to strip out of her clothes. But she didn't just strip, simply taking her clothes and throwing them aside. She slowly peeled each layer away, taking her time and savoring the feeling of Scott's eyes on her, before finally slipping into the water to join him.
[Scott] Downtime (tag Ami, open)
Date: 2006-05-14 09:05 pm (UTC)Nevertheless, Scott hung back. Ami was recovering from the horrors of the morning. He'd follow her lead.
[Ami] Downtime (tag Scott, open)
Date: 2006-05-14 09:24 pm (UTC)About needing to be with him. Maybe it did make her something of a heartless bitch, or maybe it was simply the human need for that feeling of the reaffirmation of life and living. Whatever it was, Ami decided that she didn't care – she couldn't care.
She swam over to Scott, body pressed against his. Legs wound around his waist and she drew his head down for a tender kiss. /Make love to me, please?/
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Date: 2006-05-14 09:45 pm (UTC)