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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.
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.
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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?"
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It's amazing how one simple question can change the entire direction of a morning.
One second you're sure you know where you're going, how to get there, confident that you're following the most entertaining route, and then suddenly....you find you're no longer in control of the trip.
The color drains from his face, and he nearly gives himself whiplash when turning to look in horror at the three children now standing at the side of his bed.
Abigail, well she's the youngest of four, the only girl, and was raised inside a tavern. It takes a lot to make her blush.
"It's quite all right, I'm a very strong swimmer."
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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."
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"That's very lovely of you to say, Grace. Thank you. I'm Abigail. I'm a friend of your Uncle's."
The last bit comes complete with a smirk in Raph's direction.
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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."
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Extra slack in the linen department means that Abigail can adjust her covering enough so that she can sit up to talk with the children further.
"Is he now? That I didn't know. One day he just arrived at my father's tavern, and I haven't been able to shake him since. He did at least bring you good presents to make up for being gone so long, didn't he?"
OH that's dirty pool. It's bad enough that she's talking to the kids, but now she's turning them against him?
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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.
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Comes the grumbled reply from beneath the pillow, a place he's more than happy to stay until he hears what Grace is cooking.
"ENOUGH!"
Raph bellows, suddenly sitting up.
"She don't need to hear that an' you certainly don't need to repeat it."
"Don't need to hear it? Why, Raph, I'm the one who taught it to you!"
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But it's Thom who points out, quite calmly, "You're nekkid."
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Raph closes his eyes, sighs, and then rubs a hand across his scalp.
"I'm gonna count to three, an' anyone that ain't supposed to be in here better be gone before I hit one or so help me they're gonna get a whuppin'.
One."
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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.
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"OUT! The lot o' you! Go!"
Abigail is only just barely restraining her laughter.
"An' you! Stop eggin' them on!"
Raph scolds her.
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"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.
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"mornin'lanna."
Abigail's eyes go wide.
"You...you're the Lioness."
Without so much as pause she turns and punches Raph in the arm.....hard.
"OW! What're you hittin' me for?"
The indignities just keep piling up...
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"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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"You Sir, have quite a lot of explaining to do."
"Trust me, there ain't enough hours in the day."