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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 21, 2009 21:40:35 GMT -6
Shaking her head, Pauley grinned. He was getting so worked up over something so silly. It was cute. Crawling over to lay beside him, she rested her cheek on his chest and looked up at him. He smelled so good after sex, she noticed. Like sweat, bodily fluids, and something else, something that was just him. Smiling up at his still worried face, she spoke. "Don't worry so much. I think I do want kids some day, but since condoms can break, or in the heat of the moment, like today, one can be forgotten, I thought I would make sure I had my bases covered. Besides, I can have it taken out whenever I want." She kissed his sweaty chest and grinned. "Now, that's settled. What do you want to do for the rest of the day?"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 21, 2009 21:59:35 GMT -6
He sighed and held her close as she neslted in. His arms slowly wrapped around her. Gently holding her. Mostly for his own sake though. He was really sore. He inhaled deeply and as he did so he enjoyed her scent. It was a natural scent and it was hers alone. He loved being with her, and as he heard her question he smiled. "Well... for a start, I would really like to get things off with a few pain killers.. then a shower. Then... maybe reheat was I wasn't allowed to finish of my breakfast.. eat that.. then.... I don' know. Stay in. I don't feel like leaving to go anywhere..." He looked at her and kissed her forehead. "is that alright with you?"
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 21, 2009 22:07:19 GMT -6
Nodding against his chest, Pauley sighed in contentment. It took her a moment, but she finally moved, flipping herself off the bed, goosebumps covering her now cold flesh. She found a tee shirt and threw it on before turning around to face him. "Wait here and I'll get your meds." She knew he had to be hurting; they had just had sex twice, and he was still pretty bruised. Returning from the kitchen with the pills and a small glass of water, she began collecting their dirty laundry. "You go ahead and hop in the shower and I will reheat our breakfast." Pecking him on the lips, she left the room. Laundry first, food second. The pile of dirty clothes was getting a bit too high for her liking, so she wanted to get some of that taken care of first.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 21, 2009 22:59:17 GMT -6
Cian sighed. He was going to tell her that she didn't have to get his meds, but she was already gone. He sat up in bed and looked around the room. Not really noticing how sore he was until he sat up. God damnit. Most of the pain, ok... it all was from the first round they had. Things went rough, and his bruises got banged around. He was aching all over. Literally. Even his personal 'staff' was aching. He couldn't wait until he had those meds. when she returned he gladly took it and put the pills in his mouth, taking a drink of the water next. Swallowing, he drank the rest of the water down and set the glass on the night stand. He got up and, just as he was. Walked into the bathroom. Closing the door he turned on the shower and began to wash. After he was done, he hopped out. Not bothering to dry his hair. Not really anyway. He then grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around his waist. Cian headed back into the bedroom to look for his clothes. He knew he had a few articles here. Clean ones. He began to rummage in the general area and couldn't find them. Then he remembered. "FUCKIN' PIGS!" He stood up and came out of the room. Still wearing nothing but the towel. "Um.. did you throw the clothes I was wearing into the washer? Because.. tha' is all I have now... those damned pigs took the clothin' I 'ad here as 'evidence'. One thing about tha'... people ne'er get their stuff back if its evidence.. What the bloody hell..." He shrugged and heaved a deep sigh. Frustrated. He shrugged it off.. "oh well... could be worse.. I could jus' be left with not even a towel.. " He then thought about all the funds he had.. but couldn't get to. It was frustrating to say the least.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 21, 2009 23:14:36 GMT -6
Pauley was in the kitchen heating up their breakfast when he came out in just his towel, his body a bit rigid, and his face showed signs of anger. Shaking her head at him as she poured fresh cups of coffee, she pointed to the washer and dryer. "No, I didn't wash them. I was about to when I realized they were all you have here right now. Luckily, I have an appointment with my tailor today, so we can get you fitted for some new clothes." Before he could argue, she handed her wet boyfriend his coffee and kissed him. "No point in arguing, either. I can take care of it, just enjoy getting some new clothes that look sexy on you." Her pink eyes flashed with mischief as she thought of some things she wanted to order for herself.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 22, 2009 0:24:54 GMT -6
Cian listened to her and heaved a sigh. She said she hadn't washed them yet and he sighed in relief. His clothes were fairly new and so they wouldn't be all that dirty. He was told about a tailor and was about to protest before she handed him a coffee and told him not to argue. He heaved a sigh and nodded. He had been defeated. He drank some coffee, and kissed her gently. He headed over to get the clothes and grabbed his pants and shirt. He set the coffee down, and just stripped right there. He pulled the towel away and pulled on his pants. Cian would leave his boxers in the laundry. He didn't feel like putting them back on. Commando for the day. Or until his boxers were washed. It didn't bother him. He sighed and then threw the shirt on. He was so grateful the medical staff were kind enough to buy him an extremely light weight long sleeved t-shirt. So he could hide all of his marks, except the ones on his face. Like the obvious swollen eye, the stitches in his cheek and chin and his broken nose that had one of those quaint splints across the bridge of his nose. [ooc:forgot he had a broken nose. so adding it in now] But those were normal injuries. They could easily say that he was in an accident this way. He grabbed the coffee and then moved into the kitchen and sat down. Drinking the coffee slowly. He was remembering things all over again. Each memory resurfaced. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of them he just couldn't. Once more he felt silent tears begin to run down his face. Hot and salty. Burning a path down his cheeks. He hated being himself at the moment. He hoped that these memories would just die. But he had a feeling that wouldn't happen. He set the coffee down on the table. Resting his elbows on the table top, he buried his face in his hands and suddenly he felt like his heart had a giant hole in the middle. A deep hole that could never be repaired. His body shook a little. Had those officers not shown up earlier, he thought that maybe he could get through the day without weeping. But now... no. He was weeping silently now. Struggling to keep himself quiet. He was just so frustrated and angry. He hated whoever did this to him. He hated them so much.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 22, 2009 12:31:05 GMT -6
Going back to her work on reheating their disrupted breakfast, Pauley did her best to keep her thoughts on order. She was beginning to wonder what life would be like if she and the man that sat in the living room were to have a family. Did he even want one when he still had his back home? That brought up another question; what really brought him to America? If he loved his family as much as she thought he did, she doubted he would be so willing to leave. And what was his life like over there? Did she even want to know? Pauley knew she would still love him, no matter what his past was like because she loved him for who he was now.
With reheated food in hand, she entered the living area only find him bent over on the couch, sobbing into his hands. She quietly set the tray down on a side table and sat on the couch beside him. Pulling him into her arms, Pauley held him as he cried, not saying a word.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 22, 2009 15:57:58 GMT -6
He remained in this way for a while, and he soon felt himself being moved. Shifted. He found himself in Pauley's arms once more. He rested the left sie of his face on her shoulder so he wouldn't hurt himself. Wrapping his arms around her. He felt better when they embraced. He knew, could feel and experience that he was not alone.That he was cared about and loved. Not just some... thing, for people to fuck around with as they pleased. Holding this position for a while as he calmed down, he let go and sat up straight again. Wiping his eyes furioursly to rid himself of the left over tears. He sighed and cleared his throat to shake off the remaining emotion. He sighed raggedly, and smiles out the left side of his face at her once more. "Thank you..." He sighed and took up his coffee. Still hot in the mug, he let the heat go into his hands and warm them. Taking a deep drink of the hot liquid, it filled and warmed him from the inside out. He sighed and set it down again. Desperately he wanted to remove his mind from the memories that plagued him. Haunted him. He looked to the photo of his family, and picked it up. Looking at them once more. He looked at his little brother Cael and hoped he was staying out of trouble. He set the picture back down and looked at her with another small smile. Taking another swig from his coffee. "So um... have... you got.. any family here?" He had to keep his mind clear. He decided it was best to talk about random things, and he was her boyfriend. He should know some of these things.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 22, 2009 19:59:48 GMT -6
As he sat up and gathered himself, Pauley let her boyfriend take his time. She sipped at her coffee and smiled a bit at the family photo before her. She was used to seeing it, but didn't realize until now the little shock of jealousy she would feel every time she saw it. He had such a large family, and she had none. Just herself.
With a sigh, she held her coffee cup to herself and pulled her legs up on the couch, sitting cross legged. "I don't have any family, not to speak of. I never knew who my father was, just that he is dead, and my mother was a whore, or could still be for all I know. I was raised by my grandmother, Rose. She died when I was sixteen though. I have been moving around ever since." It hurt to think about her grandma Rose. She was the only family she had had, and she missed her dearly.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 22, 2009 20:36:55 GMT -6
Perhaps that was the wrong question to ask. Cian listened to her and he felt his heart sink more and more. He knew perfectly well how touchy the family subject could be for some people and that some people could be so awkward about it. He was suddenly regretting asking that question. After she had finished speaking. He looked down a little before looking back at her. "I'm sorry.. " He said. A quick glance to the photo of his own family. Of his mum and dad. His little brother and himself and the small border collie pup in his arms. "I uh... I probably shouldn' have asked that... sorry." He definately felt bad. Wondering now what to talk about. He didn't want to talk about family, and he felt bad about having the picture of his own family just displayed practically. He then wondered if they were being looked after properly. As was promised. He had written a letter home a while back, and he hadn't gotten a letter back. Not in a while and he was a little nervous about it.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 22, 2009 20:51:13 GMT -6
Shaking her head vigorously, Pauley tried to shush the man. She didn't want pity; she had done quite well for herself over the years. She set her coffee cup down and took his hands in her own. "Don't be sorry. I know I'm not. I loved my grandma Rose and she was like a mother to me, but she taught me what I needed to know to survive, and I have. I don't need a family to know I am loved- not any more." She kissed his left cheek and smiled. "I have you, now."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 22, 2009 21:29:38 GMT -6
He looked at her once more when she started speaking. If she didn't want him to be sorry, then he would try not to for her sake. He smiled as she kissed his cheek. It was at her last words that he knew that he was going to have to tell her about why he had originaly come to be here. He sat and thought about how he should tell her. He would hate for things to get more serious and have her find out about his actual career path much later from some odd twist of events. He heaved a bit of a sigh and looked at her. "Pauley... I have to tell you something.. an' I don't want anyone to find out." He looked at her with a look that begged her to keep this secret. "I came here on business as I have already told you... but, what I failed to mention was what business it was tha' drew me away from home...." He sighed and he really was afriad of being told on. If he was turned in, he would be immediately deported and then thrown behind bars for a long time. Unless evidence couldn't be found. Cian had been a careful person. "Pauley.. my business interactions all rely on cash, setting and sealing deals... None of which were legal." Cian looked at his hands and then returned the piercing gaze to her. "My employer deals in a dangerous field, dangerous but very wealthy.. His wealth however depends on my negotiations. I only work in making and sealing deals. Usually involving alliances, drugs.. and weapons." He waited silently. Waiting for the axe to fall. For her to slap him and call the police.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 22, 2009 21:39:08 GMT -6
Pauley listened as he told her the story of what brought him across the ocean, and while she believed every word of it, part of her wondered if it was the whole story. His tenses changed from past to present, and she wondered if he was still working for this guy, and if that had anything to do with his beating. Was there anything else that she didn't know? Finally able to speak, she shook her head slowly. "I won't say anything to anyone, but," but what, exactly? But are you leaving something out? But are you still working for him? But does your beating and abduction have anything to do with your 'business?' Biting her lip, Pauley sighed.
"Is there anything else? You say that as if you still work for the guy. How long have you been here? Was the bar just a cover?" She was worried, scared, and confused. "I, just, I need to know, I think."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 22, 2009 21:52:12 GMT -6
Cian looked at her. Relieved that she didn't call the authorities. But he knew that there would be more questions. He just looked at her and shrugged. "I really don' know... I came here with three others who were to protect me... an' we were at the right place.. right on time.. I spoke to the gentleman about the deal, after an hour I had sealed another without complications. But... I was told that he was keeping me until the deal went through. There was a fight.. and my men.. along with this guy, and his were dead. I called my empolyer an' he told me to stay put..." He looked at her. "He said there was a miscommunication.. a problem had turned up. I got nothing more.. I really don't know whats going on. All the money I have is in Sco'land, but my account is locked an' i can't get to it te wire it. So here I am no money. I had next to nothing. So I looked for a job. There was nothing else I could do. I would still have my phone too, but it was stolen during another break in." He heaved a deep sigh and finished his coffee. "I'm sorry I hadn' told you earlier... Look.. I'll pay you back for absolutely everything when I get my hands on it. Write me up a bill an' charge interest." Now all he had to do was wait for her response. He didnt know what to think. How she might react to this.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 22, 2009 22:04:41 GMT -6
Nodding, Pauley closed her eyes and willed herself to let it all sink in. So he had and still was a member of a version of the mafia or something, the Scottish Mafia... She trusted him, and that he was telling the truth, why would someone lie about something like that? She exhaled, and shook her head. This was insane. There was no way he could have ties with people like that. That he had seen all of that and could still sit here and talk so calmly about it. Still, she couldn't help but believe him.
"There is no need to pay me back for anything. After all you have been through, please don't worry about it. As long as you don't go getting yourself into trouble, then call it even." She didn't know what she would do if he ran off to them again, setting himself up to get killed. Not when she had fallen in love with someone who was a criminal, even it was in his past. "I don't know what I would if I lost you."
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