[ They'll figure something out. They always do. Their resources are limited here, but, Jesse feels the field agents have what equipment they need. They need to utilize it.
Maybe they can trap it in something then shove it back in the Lake. Find a way to close the threshold. Keep it trapped in the Dark Place. It could work... they just need to locate it.
Jesse rolls her eyes again and let's the smile on her face widen. ] Really? You were there fighting too, and took a hit to the ribs. I'd say that's earned you something too.
You really don't strike me as the kind of guy who likes washing dishes. Even at home. [ Her face turns into a slightly playful expression as she pretends to think about it. A minor shake of her head follows so she doesn't feel like she threw herself back into dizzy town. ] Nope. I'm not seeing it.
[ She knows exactly what she wants. Her mind is more on logistics of making it happen with the least amount of additional injury to them. They need to be ready when the sun does set... but that's still hours away. And, Alan is with her now. Which makes it a higher priority in her mind at this very moment.
Fingers trace along her ribs and she shudders in his arms. The hand between then slides back to his lower back beneath the waistline of the sweats. Her hips shift up slightly so that when he rocks again, they meet each other dpesite the clothing in the way. That time she moans, loudly for her, head tilting back to expose her neck and collarbone.
Yes, she wants to be one with him. She's given control up for him--to him. Not just here in a bed in some random motel in Bright Falls, but for them in the story. Wherever it is he goes to write it. She's given him the reigns for it. Trusted him with her. There's not much more she can give someone. ]
Alan... [ This time she vocalize his voice. Not too loud, as it seems Jesse is just one to be quieter.
It takes effort to open her eyes and meet his. She feels the gaze on her. Her darkened green eyes meet his and her heart stops. A small gasp makes this way out when they rock together. She isn't sure how to communicate how badly she wants this--him. All she can think to do is let herself melt entirely in his arms and let her eyes darken more and glaze over.
So, she does just that. Giving that tightly wound control she always has over to him. ]
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Maybe they can trap it in something then shove it back in the Lake. Find a way to close the threshold. Keep it trapped in the Dark Place. It could work... they just need to locate it.
Jesse rolls her eyes again and let's the smile on her face widen. ] Really? You were there fighting too, and took a hit to the ribs. I'd say that's earned you something too.
You really don't strike me as the kind of guy who likes washing dishes. Even at home. [ Her face turns into a slightly playful expression as she pretends to think about it. A minor shake of her head follows so she doesn't feel like she threw herself back into dizzy town. ] Nope. I'm not seeing it.
[ She knows exactly what she wants. Her mind is more on logistics of making it happen with the least amount of additional injury to them. They need to be ready when the sun does set... but that's still hours away. And, Alan is with her now. Which makes it a higher priority in her mind at this very moment.
Fingers trace along her ribs and she shudders in his arms. The hand between then slides back to his lower back beneath the waistline of the sweats. Her hips shift up slightly so that when he rocks again, they meet each other dpesite the clothing in the way. That time she moans, loudly for her, head tilting back to expose her neck and collarbone.
Yes, she wants to be one with him. She's given control up for him--to him. Not just here in a bed in some random motel in Bright Falls, but for them in the story. Wherever it is he goes to write it. She's given him the reigns for it. Trusted him with her. There's not much more she can give someone. ]
Alan... [ This time she vocalize his voice. Not too loud, as it seems Jesse is just one to be quieter.
It takes effort to open her eyes and meet his. She feels the gaze on her. Her darkened green eyes meet his and her heart stops. A small gasp makes this way out when they rock together. She isn't sure how to communicate how badly she wants this--him. All she can think to do is let herself melt entirely in his arms and let her eyes darken more and glaze over.
So, she does just that. Giving that tightly wound control she always has over to him. ]