Jun. 23rd, 2008 02:56 pm
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The morning sun peeks through the heavily draped window casting bright beams across the bed. Raph stirs with a grunt, and shifts to avoid the light. Or...rather he attempts to, but there seems to be a blonde woman draped across his bed and entangled in the linens and limiting his movement. Even half asleep he smiles. She stayed. At first he doesn't want to wake her, but then parts of him become very insistent that he do so.

He presses a kiss to her shoulder and tasting the sweat that lingers on her skin. His rough and calloused hands smooth their way down her back and along her side, stopping to rest on the curve of her hip. 

She leans into his touch as she rises from the depths of deep sleep, sighing happily at the feeling of his lips on her skin.
"leave me alone you nasty brute, can't you see i'm getting my beauty sleep?" she mumbles feigning annoyance, but her smile gives her away.
"All the more reason you should get up. You're already far too pretty to be seen with the likes of me."  She laughs and elbows him playfully.
"We shall have no more of that talk."
"You know it's true! In fact, I think my only hope is to keep....you....from sleeping...ever...again. just so maybe we can break even." Each pause punctuated by a kiss and a slide of his hands.
"mmmm, you do make a good case, sir."
They kiss long, deep, and slow.

Date: 2008-06-23 07:21 pm (UTC)
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Scuffling sounds come from outside the door, which opens with a quiet squeak and then shuts again. Three pairs of small, bare feet pad across the cold floor.

There might be a low giggle, but chances are it's hard to hear over the kissing noises and whatever sound the blonde lady just made; it was a bit, in Grace's expert opinion (which she's quick to share in a whisper), like a barn cat having kittens.

And they seem to be fighting under the blanket. Huh.

As one, the triplets park themselves beside the bed and cock their heads to the side.

"Uncle Raph?" says Jamie, his tone worried, "doncha think she needs to come up for air?"

Date: 2008-06-23 07:47 pm (UTC)
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"Good," Thom remarks gravely, "'cause Uncle Raph was droolin' all over you. We wouldn't want you to drown neither, lady."

This strikes Jamie as hilarious. He doubles over, giggling.

Grace, sighing at her brothers, perches on the bed and announces, "I'm Grace. I'm five. Who're you? I like your hair."

Date: 2008-06-23 08:05 pm (UTC)
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"Mama's got lots of friends, but she only does that with Da," Thom observes, looking thoughtful.

Jamie frowns. "Do I hafta do that with my friends when I get old?"

"No, 'cause you won't have any, 'less they're ponies and plants and dogs," Grace says smartly, grinning at Abigail as if to say Brothers are stupid. "Did you make friends with Uncle Raph while he was gone? He was gone a lot."

Date: 2008-06-23 09:06 pm (UTC)
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"We like good stories," Grace says, "and he has lots of those."

The triplets have never wanted for anything. Some children might grow spoiled, but they're largely content and thus easy to please. Mostly.

"And he promised ta teach me things," Thom puts in, looking proud.

Jamie doesn't feel it necessary to add anything. He's too busy crawling up and across to where Raph is attempting to disappear beneath his pillow.

"Uncle Raph!" he yells beside the ex-turtle's head. "Why're you hiding?"

Grace continues, undaunted, "Did you hear his story 'bout the fishmonger's wife and her-"

It might behoove Raph to stop the little dear.

Date: 2008-06-23 09:27 pm (UTC)
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All three children give Abigail smiles of varying intensity before turning puzzled looks on Raph.

But it's Thom who points out, quite calmly, "You're nekkid."

Date: 2008-06-23 09:42 pm (UTC)
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Thom shakes his head, deadly serious. "Nuh uh. You forgot to say three n' two."

Jamie laughs. "No we won't."

"Does that mean Abigail has ta leave too?" Grace's green eyes go wide and sad. "I'll ask Mama. Mama will let you stay, Abigail."

The implication being: Raph is a big meanie.

Date: 2008-06-23 10:09 pm (UTC)
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Raph's dulcet tones have brought someone else to the door. Someone looking for her children, though she has the good sense to knock first. It's not her fault the knock goes unheard, forcing her to enter.

"Goddess," Alanna swears. "Grace! Thom! Jamie! What do you think you're doing? I sent you to fetch milk a half hour ago, and I find you here, bothering your uncle and his-"

She trails off, blinking. "Er."

"Her name's Abigail," Grace helpfully supplies. "Can she stay? Can she, Mama?"

"Ah. Hello, Abigail. It's lovely to meet you." Alanna is almost as red as Raph.

"They were doing that thing you do with Da," says Jamie, not about to be outdone by his sister.

Date: 2008-06-23 11:26 pm (UTC)
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There's nothing quite like high levels of awkward in the morning.

"Yes, I'm-" Alanna stammers. "Um. I'm... so sorry. Yes, of course you're welcome to stay, Abigail. Happy to have you. My monstrous offspring won't bother you further, I'm sure."

She gives said offspring a firm look.

"At least until later. They'll probably have questions. Not..." If possible, she looks more horrified. "They always have questions. Right. You three with me. Now."

Holding out her hands for the triplets, Alanna devotes most of her attention to the ceiling.

"Bye, Ab'gail," Thom says solemnly.

"See you later," adds Jamie.

Grace smiles prettily and slides to the floor. "Uncle Raph, be nice to Abigail. I like her. She's got pretty hair AND she hit your arm. That's funny." She turns to Abigail. "Bye bye. Later maybe I can show you m'toys. If he tries to steal your air again, you could kick his privates. We saw Cait do that to Rolf once. He cried."

She's still talking as she follows Jamie out the door.

Alanna groans quietly, mumbles something about having to find Adam (or perhaps his cider), and flees.


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