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Rogue,
I liked the poem you sent. I told you I read sometimes, mostly stuff by people dead a long damn time. That includes poetry, although I wouldn't admit that to anyone but you. This is one of my favorites.
Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
- William Blake
I have a desire to see you, darlin'. You wrote that you wanted me to come, that you wanted to talk without words. I understand how you feel. Some of the best talking I've done in my life has been in silence - and in things not said. I want to hold you close and let your heart talk to mine. I have so much to say to you.
L
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L,
My heart is equally full, sugar. And the quote suits you. I have one for you.
In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
~János Arany
Rogue
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Rogue,
True enough, darlin', but I prefer:
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
-William Shakespeare
L
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L,
You're right. I like that one better, too. I love talking with you. I feel like a little more of you is revealed to me in each email. You are always surprising me. I like that. I like learning about you. You've seen my painting and my pictures, and you are very outspoken on so many things... yet you're so quiet when it comes to yourself. Tell me more?
Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.
~Sarah Bernhardt
Rogue
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Rogue,
I liked that quote a whole lot, baby. I love learning those things about you too, especially the little details. You once wrote me an email full of little things about you. You said it was 'Rogue in a nutshell'. Well, darlin', I want more than just the shell. I want the whole nut. Heh.
I know I don't talk about myself much. Old habits die hard, I guess. You worried I'm some grizzled one-eyed toothless trapper who's gonna wander down outta the mountains and getcha? Heh. I can see how you might think that. I suppose it's only fair you should get some intimate details too. If you're interested that is...
I like a man who grins when he fights.
-Winston Churchill
L
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L,
A grizzled one-eyed toothless trapper who can quote Shakespeare and Churchill? Yeah, I'm sure there are TONS of those running around... You definitely have a twisted sense of humor. I knew there was a reason I liked you. Haha :) And of course I want intimate details. As many as you'll give me. Like you said, I don't want just the shell, I want the whole nut. Or 'nuts' as the case may be. *naughty grin*
I'm also sensing a little bit of a challenge in that last quote, sugar. In answer, how about:
There is nothing more exhilarating than to be shot at without result.
~ Churchill
Or perhaps you would prefer:
Pain makes man think.
Thought makes man wise.
Wisdom makes life endurable.
~John Patrick
Rogue
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Rogue,
That's some pretty worldly knowledge for someone who isn't even twenty. I'm impressed. You were right, 19 going on 100. Sexy and smart and a damn fine flirt... or did you think I was going to let that 'nuts' comment slide? Heh.
L
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L,
Intimate details, sugar. I'm waiting. Or maybe that one eye you have left fell out and you can't see to type? ;)
Rogue
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Rogue,
You're somethin else, darlin'. Damn. I wasn't looking for my eye, either. I got that glued in real good. Heh.
Really, I was taking a walk and having a smoke, trying to decide what to say. I had a little Southern Comfort, too. I expect that'll help. Heh. I assume you're talking about physical details here, because you get other details all the time from the things we talk about.
Come to think of it, there isn't enough Southern Comfort in the world to make talking about myself easier. Well not the kind that comes in a bottle anyway... Maybe the Mississippi variety might loosen my tongue?
L
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L,
Arrrggg! You are so frustrating! And you think I'M a tease. I'll tell you what, sugar. Your tongue isn't all I'm gonna loosen if you don't start talking! I told you once I was pretty good at fighting. Maybe I'll pin you and tickle you till you talk.
Rogue
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Rogue,
Heh. You're welcome to try. I ain't so bad at fighting either. Maybe you'd be the one who got pinned. Like your momma said... if you can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch, darlin'.
L
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L,
Well, sugar... If fighting fails I can always use my feminine wiles to make you talk. Or is that shout?
Rogue
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Rogue,
Damn. That's getting to me real good, darlin'. Heh. I suppose I've kept you waiting long enough. Talking about myself has never been my strong suit. God, the things I do for you.
((resigned sigh))
Now I know why they say a picture is worth a thousand words. In this case, one damn picture might save me a thousand words, but then again maybe not. Heh. I guess I'll just start at the top and work my way down.
Dark hair. It's thick and a little wild. Not that I care. I'm the towel and go kinda man. No pansy ass hair product or shit like that. I'm not toothless either. Heh. As a matter of fact, not only do I still have all my teeth, I've never even had a cavity. Must be good genetics or something. And contrary to popular belief, I do have both my eyes, darlin', and maybe a few crow's feet too.
I'm lean and, uh, pretty powerfully built. (God, I hate this.) Big arms. Big chest. I guess you could call it a fighter's body. I have big hands and long fingers. Some chest hair, washboard stomach, long legs. Somewhere between the hands and the feet is all the standard equipment, in full working order. Heh. Maybe you'd like a personal tour of that later?
As for pinning me down and tickling me... Yes, I'm ticklish in certain places. I'll let you figure those out on your own. A man's got to have some secrets, after all.
L
Satisfied?
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L,
Good Lord, sugar. You've been holding out on me! Wow, and I thought you sounded good before. I hope you're aware I have a thing for the strong silent type. Big hands? Powerfully built? Washboard stomach? (((shiver))) Is it getting warm in here?
All silliness aside, I appreciate you telling me more about yourself. I know you don't like to talk about your appearance much, but it's nice to have a physical image to go with the mental one I have of you. Truth be told, I'd feel a little silly trying to explain myself in words too. So, thanks for telling me.
[Satisfied?]
Hardly! Haha! You think that satisfies me? Oh, sugar. I thought you said you knew how to satisfy a woman. *grin* While I appreciated (and pored over) every word... It's not nearly enough. I'm insatiable when it comes to learning about you. I want to know everything.
Rogue
PS Where do I sign up for that tour? ;)
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Rogue,
Glad to hear I made an impression, darlin'. Heh. As for not liking to talk about myself, there are a few reasons for that. I think a large part of it is because the majority of people I meet judge me by how I look. I don't give a damn that other people do that, in fact, I use it to my advantage a lot of the time, but with you I wanted you to get to know me for me, without all that other shit. Make sense?
As for that tour, there's a sign that says you gotta be old enough and tall enough to ride that particular ride. You sure you qualify? Heh.
[Oh, sugar. I thought you said you knew how to satisfy a woman.]
Well now, darlin', I'm perfectly willing to put my money where my mouth is. Are you? Heh.
L
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L,
Morning, sugar. I love waking up to emails from you. Especially ones that create such delicious images. And just for the record, I'm more than qualified for any rides or tours you can come up with. Haha ;) It means a lot to me that you're letting me get to know the real you, the private side of yourself you don't share with anyone else. It makes me feel good. Special. I want to share my private things with you, too. Speaking of that...
[Well now, darlin', I'm perfectly willing to put my money where my mouth is. Are you?]
Hmm... Good question. Maybe one of these days you'll be lucky enough to find out. *grin* You wrote in one of your last emails you liked my 'Rogue in a nutshell' so I figured I'd tell you a little more since you were kind enough to tell me more about you.
Ok... um, I usually have fruit for breakfast but I have a serious weakness for chocolate covered, cream filled doughnuts. I also have a weakness for finely worked leather - preferably deep, rich brown. I like gardenias and orange blossoms not roses. My favorite color is green. I sleep in the nude. I have a thing for hockey (watching, not playing). I can sew. I know how to shoot a handgun, although I'm more proficient with a rifle. My favorite artist is Monet. Eva Cassidy is on my ipod on repeat. (Last month it was ZZ Top.) I'm dying to know what you taste like. I have a burning desire to feel your five o'clock shadow... and I'm gonna be late to teach my class if I stay any longer, sugar. :)
Rogue
PS Chat tonight? I've finally got a free evening. (Yeah me!)
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Logan sat back, chuckling quietly. God, he loved talking with her. She was so animated. He loved the way she expressed herself in words. She was intelligent and feisty, sweet and sensual, and so damn sexy.
She sleeps naked in my bed. Christ.
He smiled smugly. He liked that she slept in his bed. He groaned quietly at the images that his mind so readily supplied, given that new piece of information.
Get a grip, bub. She doesn't know it's your bed.
Yet.
Logan reread her message again, filing away all the new bits of Marie-information. His eyebrow quirked.
Brown leather. God, Marie wearin' chocolate leather.
The image of naked Marie in his bed was now sporting a pair of leather gloves the color of coffee beans. He scrubbed a hand over his face and then smiled, thinking she'd said that she wanted to feel his whiskers. Thankfully, he was back to his usually hairy self.
The smile faded. He wasn't too sure what to make of Marie knowing about firearms. There'd be hell to pay if he found out Charles was trying to recruit her. He pushed his chair back and stood up abruptly, frustrated he couldn't ask either of them without giving himself away.
Shit.
He strode away, attempting to content himself with the fact that in a week or two he'd be able to find out for himself.
In person.