(Some play between Gerard and I.)
Gerry sat at the small kitchen table in the apartment, a record book open in front of him. He'd had 4 captains he was working with to get 40 men working with, two of whom he didn't trust. It wasn't an easy job. Half of it was knowing which guys would work best with which kind of captains. A group of bruisers would be a preferable for a captain likely to welch on the deal. Whereas some lower key individuals would work for a captain a bit touchy about his ship.
Ugh. Gerry set his pen down and rubbed the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. He'd seen enough faces and names for one day. They were all blending together.
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In the few days that she'd been living with him, Keirra had become somewhat domestic.She was still abusive, still closed off as always; but she'd done little things here and there. So when he was stressing out at the table, she was making dinner for him. Glass clanked around as she struggled in the kitchen, a few curse words, a few slammed drawers. Then she was moving from her work and setting the meal down in front of him. "I cooked you something..." Keirra said awkwardly and set the bowl down in front of him. It was a bowl of cereal with too little cereal and too much milk. "Oh... Spoon." Keirra said and then moved off to grab him one, plopping it into the bowl. There was something of a proud smile on her face.
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Those blue eyes shifted up to her. He smiled to her, a look that could not have been more in love with the woman at that moment. "Aww...Thanks, hon." He took in a spoonful of cereal and popped it into his mouth."Sorry I'm a little...distracted."
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"Yeah well.." A little uncomfortable with that look, she shifted her eyes away from him. "Eat it before it gets cold or something." You know, because a bowl of cereal was supposed to be warm. Hopping up on the kitchen counter, Keirra let her feet hang off and peered down at them.
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He chewed and looked at her, trying to read her mood. He could tell yesterday was still weighing her down. "Wanna talk about it?"
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"There's nothing to talk about.." Keirra told him without breaking the gaze upon her toes. "I don't want to get stepped on anymore, Gerry. I don't want to be in a place where nobody wants me, I didn't mind it before, but.." There was a thoughtful, agonizingly brief glance in his direction before she shook her head and stared back down. "I can't do it now that I know what it feels like to be wanted."
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God. That simultaneously made him feel REALLY good and really sad. That he could make someone feel that way was a foreign idea to him. He set down his spoon and scooted his chair. Slowly he walked up to her and gently took her hands. Blue eyes looked down at her hands and shifted up to look into those beautiful blues of her own.
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A vulnerable face was staring back at him, and she blinked slowly. Her mind raced with thoughts. Don't be mean... Don't ruin this moment, Ko... A deep breath was taken in, and then she offered a weak smile. "...hi."
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"Hi." A soft kiss was placed at her forehead. "I know you don't....like this stuff. I know it makes you kinda...uncomfortable."
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"Kind of uncomfortable?..." Keirra raised an eyebrow and then let out a scoff. "It makes me feel like there's a swarm of horny, mating hornets swarming around in my stomach." Too graphic? She just couldn't help herself, after all, he was the one that said she had a way with words.
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He completely failed at suppressing a laugh, shaking his head before looking back up to her. "I want to make it better."
"I know I can't...but I want you to be happy."
"So...whatever I can do to make that happen, just...just tell me."
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Those eyes wanted to stare at him forever, lips wanted to curve up and beam at him. Instead, she just shifted her eyes away. "Then eat that cereal that I slaved over and shut up for two seconds, geez..." Keirra said, scoffing ever so softly as she tried to reclaim her hands and muster up the best glare she could point at him.
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His smile faltered only slightly. He nodded. Yeah. Not sure what you expected Gerry. The girl wasn't going to suddenly talk to you about what she's dealing with. That wasn't her.
He turned and walked back, flopping into the chair getting back to work on his cereal, while looking over his ledger a bit.
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The wounded rogue watched him careful as ever, curling up on the counter and staring. Her mind was probably racing, thinking over a million things at once. A million what-ifs, a billion regrets. To him, though, it might have looked as if she were tuned out to something as simple as a television, because her face hadn't shown a single sign of the worry her brain held.
Gerry sat at the small kitchen table in the apartment, a record book open in front of him. He'd had 4 captains he was working with to get 40 men working with, two of whom he didn't trust. It wasn't an easy job. Half of it was knowing which guys would work best with which kind of captains. A group of bruisers would be a preferable for a captain likely to welch on the deal. Whereas some lower key individuals would work for a captain a bit touchy about his ship.
Ugh. Gerry set his pen down and rubbed the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. He'd seen enough faces and names for one day. They were all blending together.
-
In the few days that she'd been living with him, Keirra had become somewhat domestic.She was still abusive, still closed off as always; but she'd done little things here and there. So when he was stressing out at the table, she was making dinner for him. Glass clanked around as she struggled in the kitchen, a few curse words, a few slammed drawers. Then she was moving from her work and setting the meal down in front of him. "I cooked you something..." Keirra said awkwardly and set the bowl down in front of him. It was a bowl of cereal with too little cereal and too much milk. "Oh... Spoon." Keirra said and then moved off to grab him one, plopping it into the bowl. There was something of a proud smile on her face.
-
Those blue eyes shifted up to her. He smiled to her, a look that could not have been more in love with the woman at that moment. "Aww...Thanks, hon." He took in a spoonful of cereal and popped it into his mouth."Sorry I'm a little...distracted."
-
"Yeah well.." A little uncomfortable with that look, she shifted her eyes away from him. "Eat it before it gets cold or something." You know, because a bowl of cereal was supposed to be warm. Hopping up on the kitchen counter, Keirra let her feet hang off and peered down at them.
-
He chewed and looked at her, trying to read her mood. He could tell yesterday was still weighing her down. "Wanna talk about it?"
-
"There's nothing to talk about.." Keirra told him without breaking the gaze upon her toes. "I don't want to get stepped on anymore, Gerry. I don't want to be in a place where nobody wants me, I didn't mind it before, but.." There was a thoughtful, agonizingly brief glance in his direction before she shook her head and stared back down. "I can't do it now that I know what it feels like to be wanted."
-
God. That simultaneously made him feel REALLY good and really sad. That he could make someone feel that way was a foreign idea to him. He set down his spoon and scooted his chair. Slowly he walked up to her and gently took her hands. Blue eyes looked down at her hands and shifted up to look into those beautiful blues of her own.
-
A vulnerable face was staring back at him, and she blinked slowly. Her mind raced with thoughts. Don't be mean... Don't ruin this moment, Ko... A deep breath was taken in, and then she offered a weak smile. "...hi."
-
"Hi." A soft kiss was placed at her forehead. "I know you don't....like this stuff. I know it makes you kinda...uncomfortable."
-
"Kind of uncomfortable?..." Keirra raised an eyebrow and then let out a scoff. "It makes me feel like there's a swarm of horny, mating hornets swarming around in my stomach." Too graphic? She just couldn't help herself, after all, he was the one that said she had a way with words.
-
He completely failed at suppressing a laugh, shaking his head before looking back up to her. "I want to make it better."
"I know I can't...but I want you to be happy."
"So...whatever I can do to make that happen, just...just tell me."
-
Those eyes wanted to stare at him forever, lips wanted to curve up and beam at him. Instead, she just shifted her eyes away. "Then eat that cereal that I slaved over and shut up for two seconds, geez..." Keirra said, scoffing ever so softly as she tried to reclaim her hands and muster up the best glare she could point at him.
-
His smile faltered only slightly. He nodded. Yeah. Not sure what you expected Gerry. The girl wasn't going to suddenly talk to you about what she's dealing with. That wasn't her.
He turned and walked back, flopping into the chair getting back to work on his cereal, while looking over his ledger a bit.
-
The wounded rogue watched him careful as ever, curling up on the counter and staring. Her mind was probably racing, thinking over a million things at once. A million what-ifs, a billion regrets. To him, though, it might have looked as if she were tuned out to something as simple as a television, because her face hadn't shown a single sign of the worry her brain held.