Private Upon the Lakeshore

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell
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"First off, if the chips are allowed to fall, one of them is definitely resulting in tiny storm number two."

Makai gave her a look as if to remind her what happened last time. Hand reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked up at him. A challenge that he would be on night duty every night. It would appear negotiations had begun on the subject.

"Every night."

He didn't ask for 'how long' because the implication was already there. There would be no escape until the terror left for university, even then it implied he still would be answering any late night 'come pick me up' or 'send credits' calls in his old age. Fingers tapped against her hip under the cool water as he thought.

"Lots of sleep regression those first two years....no doubt Phoebe will experience one too - school and baby sibling - but I'll already be awake with number two... by the time number two sleeps decently we'll be thinking about adding tiny storm number three...cycle repeats." A small pause. "Could get some work done in between, make sure the office has space for a crib..."

Finally his head tilted down to meet her gaze. A small smirk on his face.

"I accept your terms. It will be a pleasure doing business with you, Missus Dashiell."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell

"Two… three… a crib in the office?" Myra went on, tilting her head as her fingers curled lightly at Makai's shoulders, drawing him in just a fraction closer through the glowing water. "... that is either impressive foresight…or a man very confident in his negotiating position."

She let her words trail even as she chuckled in amusement, her thumb brushing along his jaw as she stared at him in a thoughtful, amused expression.

"You do realize," she added softly, "you just volunteered yourself into a lifetime contract?"

She mischievously drew in another inch closer.

"No exits, no renegotiation, all those late-night calls. " Those storm grey eyes flickered briefly to his lips and then back into those mesmerizing ice blue eyes.

"And you said yes anyway." her voice fell even as a small, satisfied smile drew over her lips. NEvermind the nightmare of a pregnancy she had with Phoebe.

What trouble at all?!!

"Dangerous man." She uttered as she leaned in along the shell of his ear, her voice dropping to a whisper just before her lips moved back to lightly brush against his, adding "…let's see if you can keep up with your own terms."

The cavern's glow shimmered across the water as she pulled him into the kiss, the world narrowing to warmth, breath, and quiet laughter as the rest faded into the hush of the hidden lake.