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Post by Nahuel on Nov 5, 2013 16:52:38 GMT -5
She had fallen asleep on the flight, her head in his lap as she stretched out in the private jet that Carlisle had insisted they use. It was luxurious and he had never been in such a thing. He was thankful that they didn't have to go through customs again, the last time that had happened, the guards seemed to get too hands on for his comfort.
He looked down at her sleeping face and ran his hand softly over the wig. She looked so peaceful there, so content. Her color was better and dare he hope that the medicine would give her a miraculous recovery? He ran his finger tips along the curve of her cheek and felt her stir, quickly pulling his hand away. He held his breath as she moved, not wanting to wake her. When she settled once more, he watched her sleep until he himself found slumber.
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The next day after they had landed and checked into the hotel, he insisted she rest from the trip and made sure to give her the medication Carlisle had sent him with. They made her nauseated for the morning. He held her wig back as she upchucked and said they could go back to New York, but she was stubborn.
He leaned against the door frame in her part of the suite and smiled. <Feeling any better?> It had been a few hours since lunch and she hadn't had any more incidents, he hoped she was well.
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 5, 2013 17:02:03 GMT -5
She rolled over sleepily in her bed, the wig long forgotten on the dresser. They had managed to get her dressed in some flannel pajama pants and a tank top with a hoodie over it to keep her warm after she had been so sick and now she felt... pretty awesome, actually. There was no nausea after her food, which was always a good sign. Now she was snuggled in her bed, happy and content, while he leaned against the door and smiled at her.
"I feel really good," she said with a smile while still laying on her back; lifting her hands in front of her, she motioned for him to come over near her. She hadn't told him yet, but she always felt more at ease when he was near her, and especially so when he held her. "Come sit with me for a bit."
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 5, 2013 17:08:21 GMT -5
He smiled bigger, relieved to hear she felt better and moved to sit on the bed next to her. He ran his hand along the side of her face to see if she felt warm and she didn't, her color was good and she had a slight flush of her cheeks. She seemed to have that a lot around him and he wasn't sure why.
<I am glad that you feel better. I promised Carlisle I'd watch after you and take care of you. But you have to be honest with me when you are ill. Promise?>
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 5, 2013 17:12:51 GMT -5
She nodded. "Promise."
She seemed to be getting a bit more comfortable with herself, and a bit more confident, which is what led to what happened next; she reached out and wrapped her arms around him and pulled him so that his head lay in her lap, on top of the comforter. Her fingers ran over the top of his head, enjoying the tingly feeling of the hair that was barely there.
"What are we doing today?" she asked softly.
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 5, 2013 17:37:53 GMT -5
His first instinct was to pull away from her, but he didn't. Part of him was still afraid to admit how he felt about her considering the hurt he still had in his heart from Renesmee. The way things were going, the minute he'd admit it, she'd leave him. It wouldn't be of her own choice, but because her body gave out. He still hated to think that death could separate him from her.
He closed his eyes and felt her fingers running over his head, it was so soothing he almost forgot himself for a moment. Opening them, he sat up abruptly and smiled at her. <Well, I thought we could maybe...do something artistic. How about a tattoo?>
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 5, 2013 17:46:05 GMT -5
She raised a brow and stopped moving her hand against the top of his head; a tattoo?
"What kind of tattoo?" she asked while starting her hand back on its trajectory. She wasn't sure how she felt about getting a tattoo; it'd be fun, something different.... She shrugged her shoulders and smiled before laughing. "Why the heck not? Lets do it!"
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 5, 2013 17:53:50 GMT -5
Standing from the bed, he moved to the other room and grabbed the sheet he had purchased in New York and went back to join her. He chuckled and held out the paper for her to see, shrugging. <I knew in your current condition, an actual tattoo may not be the best idea. Would temporary still count?>
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 5, 2013 17:58:12 GMT -5
She laughed and shook her head. Of course! A temporary one would be much better, and besides she wasn't even sure if she could get a tattoo with her being so sick. She tapped her finger against her tooth and looked between Nahuel and the paper. "Which one do you like best? I like the sparrow and the heart with the rose."
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 5, 2013 18:24:00 GMT -5
He thought about her question and looked at the options. He smiled and shrugged. <Why not both? You say where and I'll figure this out on how to get it onto you.> He furrowed his brow and wondered how that worked. Flipping it over he chuckled. <Nevermind. Steps on how to apply. This should be simple enough?>
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 5, 2013 18:27:57 GMT -5
She nodded her head and turned her back to him; she had lost a lot of weight due to the chemo and other treatments that they had given to her, so the thought of pulling up her shirt and showing him her back where she was sure that she looked more than emaciated was unnerving.
"I've lost a lot of weight, so please just...." She shook her head and fought back tears. She hated this whole self conscious thing; it sucked. "I want one on each shoulder, if you can."
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 5, 2013 18:32:45 GMT -5
Sensing her panic, he placed his finger on her lips and shook his head. <No need to explain...I think...> He moved off of the bed and wet a cloth like suggested and moved back over to her with a soft smile. <May I?> He asked as he pointed to her shoulder. She gave a nod and he peeled back the top of her robe, only revealing the top of her shoulder. He tore off the piece with the sparrow and placed it face first on her skin, taking the damp cloth and rubbing at the design to transfer the tattoo. He slowly peeled the back off and the design remained on her skin. Blowing softly on her skin to dry it, he smiled and ran his finger along the outside of the tattoo, careful not to touch it.
<Other shoulder...or ankle?> He asked with a grin.
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 5, 2013 18:37:22 GMT -5
She shrugged, turning her head so she could look at him over her shoulder. The way that he was looking at her sent shivers over her skin and went straight to her heart.
"Which do you think?" she asked while continuing to look at him. His hand gently ran along her shoulder and she shivered again and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 5, 2013 18:52:37 GMT -5
He saw the skin raise on her shoulder and noticed a slight shiver she gave. He frowned. <Are you cold? I can get more blankets.> He moved to sit in front of her and watched her bite her lip. How this woman could not see how beautiful she was, was beyond him.
<I say...your ankle. Even it out a bit?> He grinned as he lifted her foot onto his lap and ran deft fingers over the bone of her ankle. His fingers were warmer than the usual vampire, since he was a hybrid. His cheeks flushed as he moved his fingers and began to apply the heart to her ankle, occasionally stealing glances at her.
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Post by Alena Flores on Nov 5, 2013 18:58:57 GMT -5
She shivered, yet again, as his hand ran along her ankle. And he asked her, yet again, if she was cold. "I'm not cold, Nahuel. Quite warm, in fact," she said quietly, her eyes going to his hand that still ran over the sensitive skin on her ankle.
He finished putting the tattoo on her ankle and blew softly, and she fought against a moan at the back of her throat. That little voice in her brain, her voice of reason,w as screaming at her for being inappropriate, but the other voice that was starting to win over since she had gotten sick was telling her to 'accidentally' rip off her shirt and then 'accidentally' climb on top of him so she could warm up. Naturally, the voice of reason won out and she put her naughty thoughts to the back of her mind.
"What do you think?"
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Post by Nahuel on Nov 5, 2013 19:03:38 GMT -5
<Think?> His thoughts were cut off as he blinked and looked away. He didn't know how long he had just been staring at her and he blushed at the thought. Gently moving her foot, he smiled and nodded. <Oh, right. I think they look great. Who knew one could do such a thing. Amazing these American customs. If you're feeling up to it, I have a surprise for you. But you must get dressed warmly and not ask questions. Do you think you can manage?>
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