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lyndawithay) wrote2006-12-11 11:59 am
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The Gates' kitchen, Sydney
*enters kitchen, dressed in her best Victorian housewife ensemble, to keep her appointment with Jack, and sits at the table*
All right, here I am. Let's talk.
Why did Arthur contact you? How did you know about my suicide?
And how can you possibly help me?
All right, here I am. Let's talk.
Why did Arthur contact you? How did you know about my suicide?
And how can you possibly help me?
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It helps to know I'm not alone, though.
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Was it...did it feel the same, with you?
How long have you known?
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Yeah, it was pretty much the same.
I thought it was a one-time thing, some miracle. Maybe some kind of parting gift from the Doctor. He doesn't seem to know anything about it, though. But then it happened again. Stupid, trivial thing. I fell off a ladder! Can you believe it? Cracked my skull right open. Scared the hell out of a couple of paramedics when my head started knitting itself back together.
To tell you the truth, Lynda, it scares the hell out of me.
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Finally we arrive at something you do know about and you won't talk to me.
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So, that's it then. We just live on and on, and never stop. Unnatural.
*looks up at you, plaintive*
How can you stand it? How can you get up every morning?
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Lynda, we don't know that we're going to live forever. All we know is, right now, we just can't manage to die. Maybe we get a limited number of lives, like a cat, or maybe it'll run out after a certain amount of time. We just... God, I wish I knew.
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But you're right...
*catches hold of your hand, smiling*
...it does feel better to know I'm not alone.
So, is there anything for pudding, or should we just skip straight to the sex?
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*surprised, then melts, kissing you back*
*pulls her head away slightly to catch her breath*
*laughing* I was...I was joking, actually...
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...I hope...this isn't some kind of test... because, god help me...
...I think I'm failing.
*presses her body against yours, kissing you deeper, and backs you up against the counter*
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*unbuttons your shirt, runs her hands across your chest and pinches your nipples*
*pushes your braces off your shoulders*
*undoes your trousers*
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*gathers up her skirts and guides your hand underneath*
*breath hitching in her throat* There....better?
*unbuttons the top of her dress and unlaces her corset-cover, uncovering the swell of her breasts, pressed tightly upwards*
There...that's as good as it gets, unless you have about ten minutes and a buttonhook.
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*sits you on the edge of the table and thrusts into you*
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*bites your neck*
Oh, yes, Jack...
*leans back, her hands behind her, bracing her body at an angle to return your thrusts, twisting her hips to vary the sensation*
*enjoys watching your face as you plunge into her again and again*
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*holds on for dear life, teeth gritted*
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Yes, that's it, darling...come, lover...come now, please!
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*screams*
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*wraps her arms around you and tenses, clinging to you*
*little rhythmic sobs through gritted teeth*
*kisses your shoulder, hard*
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