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He was bubbling on the inside as he drove, though none of it stood any chance of making it to the surface. He was scarcely even fighting back a smile; he could play the serious card as well as anybody. He figured she would eventually notice that the path he was driving led to the water; specifically, her floating home.

In plain sight was her motorcycle. It had been mutilated, twisted and manhandled into...

...the shape of a heart.

Date: 2008-02-14 11:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
At first she was really confused. She hadn't done anything lately, to her knowledge, that would get her in enough trouble to actually be arrested. But then she started to catch on that he wasn't taking her to the police station but rather he was heading to the docks. When he pulled up in front of the barge, she looked out the window and gasped.


She stared at her bike....shocked speechless.

Date: 2008-02-14 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Still, he managed not to smile. He got out of the car, and opened the rear door. He threw a set of keys into the backseat. On the keyring was two keys and a car remote; one was for the handcuffs, the other for something else...

But he still said nothing. He didn't even take a second after chucking the keys back there; instead, he marched for the.....object her Ducati had once been. He began carrying it easily back to the car, which of course indicated he had the strength to do such a thing.

Date: 2008-02-15 12:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It didn't take long for her to get the keys, after a bit of wriggling about, and then sat there for a moment or two to get the handcuffs off of her. Rubbing her wrist, she quickly slid out of the backseat of the car and straightened as she glanced at the key ring before looking at him.

"Murphy, what the hell..." She looked at the thing her bike used to be and then looked at him. "There better be a real good explanation here than I am missing."

Date: 2008-02-15 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Setting the heart shaped heap of metal down on it's point, he balanced it with one hand and kneeled.

"Abigail, will you be my Valentine?"

" the button.."

Behind Abigail, behind the cruiser in the middle of the lane, were two matching custom motorcycles nestled together in a single parking spot...leaning on each other.

There was a larger, somewhat menacing bike, and a smaller, slightly less masculine one. The smaller one had a bright red bow on it, and a single red rose threaded through the cables of the handlebars. One could start or stop the bike via the remote, and the bike itself had a few other capabilities.

Kneeling, smiling, balancing her old bike in it's heart shaped form with one hand, Murphy waited for as long as it would take.

Date: 2008-02-15 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Her eyes widened as she began to realize that this was about...oh, it was THAT day. Somehow it had slipped past her that it was Valentine's Day.

When he told her to press button, she looked down and did just at that before turning at the sound of a couple beeps. She turned, noticing the custom motorcycles and her eyes widened.


She stood there silently for a second and then looked back, smiling a bit, "I love them." Leaned down to give him a quick kiss before straightening, moving towards the bike. "But how are you going to balance on the small one?"

Yes, she's teasing.

Date: 2008-02-15 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He stood, and began following her. "I don't know. But it will be fun on your lap."

The heart clattered flatly to the ground.

"Don't you think you should...bathe first?"

Date: 2008-02-15 03:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"On my lap?" She chuckled a bit.

Then she paused with an arch of her brow.

"Bathe first?" A little bit of a smirk, "First handcuffs and now a bath?"

Date: 2008-02-15 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Please, Abigail. Just go...before I make a joke about body cavity searches."

Though he was still smiling, there was hint of seriousness in his voice. What awaited her?

The usual.

Murphy had gone through two dozen roses, give or take, considering the path of petals that started inside the door and continued all the way to the bathroom. There were no lights, only a line of scented candles every so often to guide the way.

Date: 2008-02-15 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You know what scares me?" She flashed an easy smile at him as she started to walk backwards, "You might actually do it."

Turned to walk off then, wondering what it was that he was up to. It was a bit odd for her as she wasn't used to people doing romantic things for her.

When she entered the barge, she just stopped and blinked at all the effort that he went through. Maybe she was an ass-kicker but her heart did soften as she moved along all the way to the bathroom.

Date: 2008-02-15 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The curtains were drawn shut in the bathroom, and again the only illumination was scented candles arranged around the tub. There was a bottle of champagne, on ice, nearby...

The water had been just short of boiling when he left, and that had only been a half hour before hand. He crept behind her as she walked, and being equipped to do so, was very good at it.

Date: 2008-02-15 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Abigail looked quietly around the bathroom, finding it a little harder to breath but it was from the emotion in her chest. She pushed it back, she wasn't the type to get emotional but she could appreciate what he had done.

Even if he was quiet, she still sensed him but she didn't react. Instead she moved her hands to the front of her shirt, unzipping the vest to shrug it off and lay it aside. Then she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, peeling it off slowly over her head, revealing the smoothness of her back and her curves.

Date: 2008-02-15 09:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He stepped in behind her, his fingers hovering at her hips but deciding better of it...instead, they moved on and took the vest, then her shirt.

Date: 2008-02-15 09:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She said nothing as she undid her pants, sliding them down her hips and then fully off. She handed over the pants, hesitated for a second and then removed the thin scrap of material that was her underwear.

Obviously not bothered by her own nakedness, she moved over and slid into the tub. Letting out a sigh as the water rose up around her as she sat down, lapping over her curves as she leaned back.

Date: 2008-02-15 09:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He threw her clothes haphazardly into the hall; they arced up and came back down into a hamper. They landed near his helmet. He knelt beside the tub, swirling his fingertips through the water, looking at the beautiful woman only a few feet away...but for him, so close, and yet so far. He did his best to keep a bright expression.

Date: 2008-02-15 01:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It was difficult for them both. She wanted him to join her but he couldn't, at least she didn't think so. Even if he could, he wouldn't feel any of it like she would. A slight frown touched her mouth but then was gone, eased away as she brushed her fingers lightly over his cheek without saying anything. Wasn't sure what really to say.

Date: 2008-02-16 05:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He watched the water as his fingers swirled through, occasionally running through a mountain of bubbles. There really wasn't much to say, but there they were. She brushed his cheek, and his eyes flitted up at her.

" are lovely, Abigail. However did you end up"

Date: 2008-02-16 06:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She watched him silently as he swirled his fingers in the water and then she looked at his face. There was always an underlying sadness there that tugged at her heart and she wished she could somehow make things more real for him.

"Cause we needed each other." She replied simply.

Date: 2008-02-16 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He smiled a reluctant smile...a painfully aware, but indefatigable smile.

"Well, I certainly needed you."

Date: 2008-02-16 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That smile made her a bit sad.

"You don't believe I needed you?"

Date: 2008-02-16 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I don't know, Abbz. I'll never be convinced, because I just can't understand how anyone can love me."

His smile grows brighter, and he continues.

"Though I can't understand it, I can certainly accept it."

Date: 2008-02-16 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek, the water swirling about her as she did so and then she stole a quick kiss from his mouth before sitting back.

Was silent for a little bit before she broached the question that was on her mind.

"Do you wonder if there is a way for you to be a man again?"

Date: 2008-02-16 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That particular question would have starkly offended him coming from nearly anyone else. From Abigail, he could take no offense.

"Every waking moment."

Date: 2008-02-16 06:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
For a moment she worried that the question came out a bit hard and that she would offend him but luckily she didn't.

"What of all the Gods and Goddesses about?"

Date: 2008-02-16 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She had a valid question, and he hoped that he wasn't being foolish. But he believed his words.

"I spoke with Hades, briefly. But I'm not prepared to bend knee to any false god."

Date: 2008-02-16 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She nodded her head slowly, showing no real reaction.

"And what of anyone else?"

Date: 2008-02-16 06:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I don't know...Abbz..."

He hadn't given up hope, but there simply wasn't a lot to hope for.

Date: 2008-02-16 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I just wish....that I could touch you and you could feel it."

She knew it was hard for them both.

Date: 2008-02-16 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He had done this once before; the badass smirk.

"You wish you could touch me?"

Date: 2008-02-16 07:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She watched the look appear and she couldn't help but chuckle, smirking a bit.

"Yeah. That's surprising to you?"

Date: 2008-02-16 07:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Abigail Whistler...if I were not a gentleman, I would tell you exactly how I'd like to touch you."

Date: 2008-02-16 07:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"If you were not a gentleman, I'd tell you everything that I'd like to do to you in return."

Date: 2008-02-16 07:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He had to break eye contact at that point, his smile never fading.

Date: 2008-02-16 07:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She smiled, grabbing the edges of the tub and pushing herself to stand, water sluicing down her body. "Can you pass me a towel?"

Date: 2008-02-16 08:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He stood with her, his eyes only passing over her nude form for the briefest of time. He turned, and grabbed a pink towel off the rack. It had hearts on it.


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