☤ twenty-nine

[as_damaged]

[Openest Action that Ever Actioned]

[Cameron is an atheist, but in some ways she's all for the holidays. They're an excuse to be happy. Sometimes you need one. So she doesn't think anything of the Christmas decorations everywhere, on buildings and lampposts, garlands around doorways and lights in the trees. How she makes it into work without being assaulted by smooches is anyone's guess. But she does.

Her luck? Her luck is bound to change, at work, after work, on her way home, wherever you might like to imagine you might encounter her.]

[ooc; SCREAM please. imagine this was hours ago ;_; we've company from out of town so my computer access has not been optimal today |D ilu all. um. open for EVERYONE, srsly, the more the merrier imo >D backdating is likely sob sorry ILOVEYOUPOLY

ETA; 3 am where did you come from. more when i'm awake ;.; <333]

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after work

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[Fingers in his hair only encourage the Telmarine to pull back a breath's width before angling towards her again, this time pressing harder and perhaps brushing the tip of his tongue along her lip. At this proximity she can be glad he hasn't decided to grow a beard yet, or would that make their exchange a little more legal? Of course Caspian is eighteen now, barely. What they can both be glad for is the fact that not once does Caspian think: Chase will kill me.]

after work

[as_damaged]

[Chase certainly wouldn't appreciate this, if he knew. Not that he really has a right to any jealousy; and at the moment, cursed and caught in a wholly non-intellectual moment, he's the farthest thing from her mind as her lips part to allow a little gasp. Her other arm has somehow ended up around his waist without any conscious input on her part, drawing him in as she presses forth, catching his lower lip in hers.]

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[And finally, finally, when he is in her clutch so to speak, Caspian snaps to his senses though he doesn't snap out of her grasp. He pulls back just enough to stare at her.]

I...I...

[Gee. What does one say in this situation.]

I am very sorry.

after work

[as_damaged]

[It takes her a moment more to break free of the City's magic, blinking, not quite sure what's going on.]

No-- it's, I.

[She should probably let him go. That would be a good place to start. Reddening a little, she does, hands held up briefly between them as she disbelievingly considers the last few moments.]

Not your fault. At all. It's fine. I'm sorry.

after work

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That's right, it is not your fault either.

[He parrots because well it sounded like something good to add. Broken free of each other's grasps he tucks his hands behind his back as if this is a gesture of his innocence and good will.]

after work

[as_damaged]

[She nods, still not quite sure what to say. This might have managed not to be awkward if it hadn't been so intense; it's the loss of control that keeps leaving her shaken.]

Right.

[She takes a deep breath.]

I should...

[Lamely she makes a gesture down the street.]

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[He says almost too quickly but for the same awkward reason.]

Me too.

If you have time do come by our new home, otherwise I wish you a good day.

[Awkwardness doesn't mean he can't still be a gentleman! Caspian nods once, even bending at the waist in a casual bow before taking a step back. Then another, and turning in the opposite direction regardless if that's the direction he needs to go in.]