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Chapter 11: Tristan and Sam
"So how much do you miss me?" Reilly demanded once she heard Dom's voice on the other end of the line. He laughed. "I don't know how I'm surviving without you!" he responded. "Uh-huh, I'll bet. Must be just terrible down there in paradise!" Reilly threw back. Dom, Orli and the rest were down in New Zealand, going over the final cut of the Two Towers and doing some local promotional gigs. They had been gone over 2 weeks and Reilly had been forced to otherwise occupy her time. Needless to say, her professors were impressed with how much more homework she got done when she wasn't running around London with citizens of Middle-Earth. For her own part, she was dying for them to come back.
"So what time is your sex arriving tomorrow?" Dom asked innocently and Reilly's jaw dropped. Laughing, she replied, "if by my sex you mean Tristan, I'm picking him up at 8 tomorrow morning." A slight smile played on her lips. She really was excited to see Tristan. "And what time will you be getting back in?" she asked. "Oh, we'll come knocking on your door probably around 8, so make sure you two are decent," Dom answered, mock- strictly. "And Ri…" he started, his tone taking on a more serious note. "Yeah?" "Um…I met someone, and she's coming back up with us too," he said, rather quickly. Reilly, to her own surprise, felt her heart skip a little oddly. "Someone?" she managed to reply. "Yeah…her name is Sam…well, Samantha, and she's one of the publicists Peter's been using. Turns out she's from London as well," he paused for a moment. "We've been spending some time together, it's been great…so anyway, she's flying back with us, and I figured she could come out with us tomorrow night?" Reilly's head spun, and she blinked, a little dazed. "Of course!" she replied brightly. "I can't wait to meet her!" She heard relief in his voice as he responded, "Wicked. Right, Orli and Billy want a turn with you, so I'll let you go, and I'll see you tomorrow. And Ri?" Reilly was twisting her hair around her fingers. "Yeah?" "Love you." Dom said. She took a deep breath. "You too, sweetie. I love you too."
So he met someone, Reilly thought to herself as she hung up the phone after talking briefly to the rest of the guys. Sam. Samantha. Hmmm. Why am I not happy for him? I mean, I am happy for him, aren't I? Of course I am. He sounded happy, and that's what matters…Reilly sighed lightly and ran her fingers through her hair. Well, she better be good enough for him, she thought to herself, surprised at how bitter the words sounded in her mind, as she fell back onto her bed to stare up at the ceiling.
Dom wandered outside by himself after handing the phone off to Orlando. He had missed Reilly a lot these past two weeks…it was strange hearing her voice and knowing he couldn't run a few blocks over to see her if he wanted. But still… being back in New Zealand had been amazing. The whole experience that was being a part of LotR came rushing back at him, and he was only too happy to take it all in. Him, and Billy and Orlando and Elijah and Sean…all together again, almost like they had never left. It was almost impossible for him to believe that the last time he had been in New Zealand, over the summer, he hadn't even known Reilly Scott existed. He shook his head. Too strange. And now there was Sam. He was anxious for her to meet Reilly, to see what they thought of eachother. Sam had been great to hang out with the over the past few days. She was intelligent and beautiful like Reilly, and like Reilly, she was only 20, 5 years his junior. Not that it mattered, but it was just something he noticed. Also she was small like Reilly, and spoke quickly like her, although she had an English accent. But Sam's not Reilly, he thought to himself. Not that…I mean, I'm not looking for a replacement for Reilly. And I don't need my girlfriend to be like Reilly…I'm sure Tristan's not like me, though I guess I'll see tomorrow. Not that I think Reilly should have a boyfriend who's just like me…Dom shook his head at his own thoughts again. "You don't even know what you're thinking," he muttered out loud to himself. "Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity," Elijah grinned as he walked by. Dom nodded. "Insane, yes. If there's one thing I am, I'd say it's that right about now."
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"Hey beautiful," Tristan whispered as he snuck up behind Reilly. "Looking for something?" Reilly whirled around from the window she was staring out, and stared at Tristan, her expression one of complete shock. "I thought…your gate…" she pointed to the gate a few feet away and Tristan shook his head laughing. "I was flight 219, Ri. That's 291…and it's not even a British Airways flight!" Reilly felt herself blushing. "Oops," she replied, as Tristan lifted her off the ground in a huge hug. "I missed you so much!" His voice was muffled against her shoulder. Setting her back down on the ground he tilted her chin upward and ran his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her neck in his hand and bringing his lips to hers in a long kiss. As they broke apart he stared at her…she was so beautiful…more beautiful than he even remembered. There was a light in her eyes that he hadn't seen before, and she glowed with happiness. "Hi," she whispered up at him, then shrieked and slapped at his hand as it strayed down toward her ass. "Tristan! Not here!" she laughed and grabbed his hand, dragging him through the airport.
"So tell me about everything!" Reilly exclaimed. "Is America falling apart without me? Or at least BC must be," she winked. She and Tristan were on the top level of a double decker bus, taking the city tour for about the fourth time in a row. After leaving the airport, they had dropped off Tristan's things and gotten coffee (well, green tea with lots of sugar in Reilly's case) and hopped on the bus and just sort of not gotten off, sitting close together and catching up. "Well I know I am," Tristan responded sweetly, and Reilly smiled and took his hand. "How are Jules and Drew?!" Tristan laughed. "Yeah, they're hittin it." Reilly wrinkled her nose at the thought of her brother "hittin it" with anyone, least of all one of her best friends. "Everyone is so excited to see you next month," Tristan added, and Reilly nodded with a slight smile, but her eyes had taken on a faraway look. Yes, home. Home for Christmas. She wasn't sure she was ready for it yet, ready to leave London and Tricia and…Dominic…it was coming so soon, but she was so settled. It's just a vacation, Ri! She thought to herself. It will be good to see everyone. "What are you thinking?" Tristan asked, pulling Reilly closer to him. Smiling, she curled herself tighter against him. "Just how glad I am that you're here," she replied. "And how excited I am for you to meet everyone!"
A few hours later Reilly and Tristan sat on Reilly's bed, looking through her pictures from her time in London so far. "There's Trish…she's away with a class on a trip to Edinburgh, but she'll be back in a couple days. You'll love her, she's hilarious. And that's Orli…" Tristan interrupted: "he doesn't look like the elf," Reilly rolled her eyes. "Well, yeah," she replied. "He doesn't dress up like that normally, you know." Tristan shrugged, and grinned. "Well, actors, you never know with them!" Reilly tossed a pillow at him, which he caught easily. "And this is Dom," she handed him a picture that had been taken that night at the club, when she met Billy and Lij…and the body shots, she remembered, smiling to herself. "Wow," Tristan replied. "How come I've never seen that shirt?" Reilly took the picture back and looked at it for a minute. Tricia had taken it while she and Dom were dancing, a slower song. They were both looking at the camera with bright eyes and flushed cheeks, their arms around eachother. It was adorable. "Hey!" Reilly cried as Tristan unexpectedly tackled her and began tickling her. Thankfully he didn't go for the knees, and she wasn't much ticklish anywhere else, but they did succeed in spilling off the bed, just as the door opened.
"You know, Ri, it seems every time I open a door I find you on the floor looking like you've just taken the piss out of some guy!" Orli grinned, looking down at where Reilly sat triumphantly on Tristan. "Orli!" she shouted, leaping up and jumping on him, nearly taking him to the ground as well. He laughed. "Missed you too, love," he said, then extended a hand to Tristan, introducing himself while Reilly excitedly ushered the rest of the group in. "BILLY! I didn't know you were coming!" she threw her arms around the smiling Scotsman. "Ah, yes," he replied. "But aren't you overjoyed that I did?" she laughed. "Of course!" she replied, as Dom walked in, with a very cute girl close beside him. "You must be Reilly, I'm Sam," the girl said, shaking Reilly's hand. Of course I'm Reilly, Reilly thought to herself. You just walked into my room, didn't you? Shocked again by her reaction, Reilly smiled and looked the girl over. She was small, even a little smaller than Reilly perhaps, and had long blonde hair. Reilly guessed it was probably straight in reality, but at the moment she had it scrunched and it hung down her back in perfect waves. Her eyes were large and kind of grey, and she had impeccably-applied make-up on them, and she wore an adorable pink sweater and tailored grey pants. Definitely pretty, Reilly thought to herself, as she spoke up. "It's so nice to meet you, Sam. I understand you've been putting up with this one for the past couple of weeks!" she indicated to Dom with a wink, and Sam laughed. "Well, it's been tough, but someone's got to do it!" The two girls laughed together, and Dom smiled. "Alright, alright, we are not having pick on Dom night!" he announced, as he pulled Reilly into a tight hug. "Hi baby," he whispered, and Reilly fought back a sudden strange urge to cry as she hugged him back. She had missed him so much.
"Aw!!! But I LOVE pick on Dom night!" Billy whined as Dom shook Tristan's hand. The group laughed as they picked up their coats to head out to dinner. They had decided against a club because it was decided dinner would be a better atmosphere for conversation. Reilly actually felt a little nervous as she they made their way out, with Tristan's am around her shoulders and Dom holding Sam's hand as they walked in front of her. Thankfully for the ever- present antics of Billy, Dom and Orli together, there was nothing to fear. Billy kept them all laughing by insisting he needed a date as well and flirting mercilessly with every female that walked by on her way to the bathroom. They had to beg him to stop for fear of too much recognition after he had begun to receive quite a few propositions from their waitress, who was clearly a fan. Dom and Orli resorted to 7th grade mode, putting things in eachothers drinks when the other wasn't looking, as Sam and Reilly looked on amusedly and feigned ignorance when one of the boys would protest, "why didn't you tell me he put that in there?!" Reilly quite quickly found herself beginning to like Sam. She was quick-witted and smart, and really a sweet girl. They quickly found out, to much eye rolling by Dom and Tristan, that they shared the same taste in clothes and planned to go shopping together over soon. In turn, Dom and Tristan bonded over soccer, as Dom was only too happy to talk about Manchester United whenever the chance presented itself. Reilly smiled to herself. The night was going well, and it was so good to have all of her boys back. If only she could find a way to discreetly disappear every time Dom took Sam's hand, or leaned over to whisper in her ear…
"Reilly seems very genuine, very sweet," Sam commented later, back at Dom's. He nodded. "She is. She's brilliant," he replied, not wanting to say too much. He wasn't sure what Sam was thinking about his relationship with Reilly. The two had hit it off well, but he hadn't been able to really be his complete self around the two of them together. He wanted to act like he always did when he was with Ri, but for some reason he didn't feel like he should…dinner had been fun, but he couldn't help noticing that he and Reilly kind of communicated with eachother through everyone else, as opposed to their usual monopolizing of conversations and claiming of everyone's attention. It had been strange seeing her with Tristan, as well. Tristan had turned out to be a very decent guy, a fact he both loved and hated. Loved because Reilly deserved the best, and hated, because, well, he would have loved to have a reason to hate Tristan. It had been so wonderful feeling Reilly in his arms again…he had missed her so much.
"So," Tristan said, leaning against Reilly's dresser wearing just a pair of blue pajama pants. "Your actor friends are actually pretty cool," Reilly looked up from where she sat on her bed, brushing her hair. "I'm glad you like them," she smiled. "But you don't have to call them my 'actor' friends, you know," Tristan shrugged. "So you and Dom are close, huh?" He could see it in the way she looked at him, the way they talked. Reilly nodded. "Yeah. He's my closest friend. Here, I mean," she added. Tristan nodded. "And you're friends with the amazing Orlando Bloom…you know every girl in America would kill to be you for that?" Reilly grinned. "Ah, they'd kill to be me anyway," she replied, momentarily recalling the kisses Orli had given her on the roof that night and smiling to herself. Oh yeah, she thought, they would so kill me. She got up and crossed the room to where Tristan stood, and standing on her tip toes kissed his chin. "Hi," she said, slipping her arms around his waist and laying against his chest. "Hi,"answered, stroking her hair. They stood like that for a few minutes, and then Tristan raised his eyebrows warningly as Reilly's fingers strayed near his belly button. Unable to resist, she tickled him on his left side, and he laughed and grabbed her wrist. His eyes widened a moment later as her free right hand moved down his chest and stomach and then down inside his pajama pants…and down some more. Feeling the length of him grow hard in her hand, she slowly began walking backwards, guiding him toward the bed. "Did I mention how much I missed you?" she asked, her eyes glowing.
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Chapter 11: Tristan and Sam
"So how much do you miss me?" Reilly demanded once she heard Dom's voice on the other end of the line. He laughed. "I don't know how I'm surviving without you!" he responded. "Uh-huh, I'll bet. Must be just terrible down there in paradise!" Reilly threw back. Dom, Orli and the rest were down in New Zealand, going over the final cut of the Two Towers and doing some local promotional gigs. They had been gone over 2 weeks and Reilly had been forced to otherwise occupy her time. Needless to say, her professors were impressed with how much more homework she got done when she wasn't running around London with citizens of Middle-Earth. For her own part, she was dying for them to come back.
"So what time is your sex arriving tomorrow?" Dom asked innocently and Reilly's jaw dropped. Laughing, she replied, "if by my sex you mean Tristan, I'm picking him up at 8 tomorrow morning." A slight smile played on her lips. She really was excited to see Tristan. "And what time will you be getting back in?" she asked. "Oh, we'll come knocking on your door probably around 8, so make sure you two are decent," Dom answered, mock- strictly. "And Ri…" he started, his tone taking on a more serious note. "Yeah?" "Um…I met someone, and she's coming back up with us too," he said, rather quickly. Reilly, to her own surprise, felt her heart skip a little oddly. "Someone?" she managed to reply. "Yeah…her name is Sam…well, Samantha, and she's one of the publicists Peter's been using. Turns out she's from London as well," he paused for a moment. "We've been spending some time together, it's been great…so anyway, she's flying back with us, and I figured she could come out with us tomorrow night?" Reilly's head spun, and she blinked, a little dazed. "Of course!" she replied brightly. "I can't wait to meet her!" She heard relief in his voice as he responded, "Wicked. Right, Orli and Billy want a turn with you, so I'll let you go, and I'll see you tomorrow. And Ri?" Reilly was twisting her hair around her fingers. "Yeah?" "Love you." Dom said. She took a deep breath. "You too, sweetie. I love you too."
So he met someone, Reilly thought to herself as she hung up the phone after talking briefly to the rest of the guys. Sam. Samantha. Hmmm. Why am I not happy for him? I mean, I am happy for him, aren't I? Of course I am. He sounded happy, and that's what matters…Reilly sighed lightly and ran her fingers through her hair. Well, she better be good enough for him, she thought to herself, surprised at how bitter the words sounded in her mind, as she fell back onto her bed to stare up at the ceiling.
Dom wandered outside by himself after handing the phone off to Orlando. He had missed Reilly a lot these past two weeks…it was strange hearing her voice and knowing he couldn't run a few blocks over to see her if he wanted. But still… being back in New Zealand had been amazing. The whole experience that was being a part of LotR came rushing back at him, and he was only too happy to take it all in. Him, and Billy and Orlando and Elijah and Sean…all together again, almost like they had never left. It was almost impossible for him to believe that the last time he had been in New Zealand, over the summer, he hadn't even known Reilly Scott existed. He shook his head. Too strange. And now there was Sam. He was anxious for her to meet Reilly, to see what they thought of eachother. Sam had been great to hang out with the over the past few days. She was intelligent and beautiful like Reilly, and like Reilly, she was only 20, 5 years his junior. Not that it mattered, but it was just something he noticed. Also she was small like Reilly, and spoke quickly like her, although she had an English accent. But Sam's not Reilly, he thought to himself. Not that…I mean, I'm not looking for a replacement for Reilly. And I don't need my girlfriend to be like Reilly…I'm sure Tristan's not like me, though I guess I'll see tomorrow. Not that I think Reilly should have a boyfriend who's just like me…Dom shook his head at his own thoughts again. "You don't even know what you're thinking," he muttered out loud to himself. "Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity," Elijah grinned as he walked by. Dom nodded. "Insane, yes. If there's one thing I am, I'd say it's that right about now."
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"Hey beautiful," Tristan whispered as he snuck up behind Reilly. "Looking for something?" Reilly whirled around from the window she was staring out, and stared at Tristan, her expression one of complete shock. "I thought…your gate…" she pointed to the gate a few feet away and Tristan shook his head laughing. "I was flight 219, Ri. That's 291…and it's not even a British Airways flight!" Reilly felt herself blushing. "Oops," she replied, as Tristan lifted her off the ground in a huge hug. "I missed you so much!" His voice was muffled against her shoulder. Setting her back down on the ground he tilted her chin upward and ran his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her neck in his hand and bringing his lips to hers in a long kiss. As they broke apart he stared at her…she was so beautiful…more beautiful than he even remembered. There was a light in her eyes that he hadn't seen before, and she glowed with happiness. "Hi," she whispered up at him, then shrieked and slapped at his hand as it strayed down toward her ass. "Tristan! Not here!" she laughed and grabbed his hand, dragging him through the airport.
"So tell me about everything!" Reilly exclaimed. "Is America falling apart without me? Or at least BC must be," she winked. She and Tristan were on the top level of a double decker bus, taking the city tour for about the fourth time in a row. After leaving the airport, they had dropped off Tristan's things and gotten coffee (well, green tea with lots of sugar in Reilly's case) and hopped on the bus and just sort of not gotten off, sitting close together and catching up. "Well I know I am," Tristan responded sweetly, and Reilly smiled and took his hand. "How are Jules and Drew?!" Tristan laughed. "Yeah, they're hittin it." Reilly wrinkled her nose at the thought of her brother "hittin it" with anyone, least of all one of her best friends. "Everyone is so excited to see you next month," Tristan added, and Reilly nodded with a slight smile, but her eyes had taken on a faraway look. Yes, home. Home for Christmas. She wasn't sure she was ready for it yet, ready to leave London and Tricia and…Dominic…it was coming so soon, but she was so settled. It's just a vacation, Ri! She thought to herself. It will be good to see everyone. "What are you thinking?" Tristan asked, pulling Reilly closer to him. Smiling, she curled herself tighter against him. "Just how glad I am that you're here," she replied. "And how excited I am for you to meet everyone!"
A few hours later Reilly and Tristan sat on Reilly's bed, looking through her pictures from her time in London so far. "There's Trish…she's away with a class on a trip to Edinburgh, but she'll be back in a couple days. You'll love her, she's hilarious. And that's Orli…" Tristan interrupted: "he doesn't look like the elf," Reilly rolled her eyes. "Well, yeah," she replied. "He doesn't dress up like that normally, you know." Tristan shrugged, and grinned. "Well, actors, you never know with them!" Reilly tossed a pillow at him, which he caught easily. "And this is Dom," she handed him a picture that had been taken that night at the club, when she met Billy and Lij…and the body shots, she remembered, smiling to herself. "Wow," Tristan replied. "How come I've never seen that shirt?" Reilly took the picture back and looked at it for a minute. Tricia had taken it while she and Dom were dancing, a slower song. They were both looking at the camera with bright eyes and flushed cheeks, their arms around eachother. It was adorable. "Hey!" Reilly cried as Tristan unexpectedly tackled her and began tickling her. Thankfully he didn't go for the knees, and she wasn't much ticklish anywhere else, but they did succeed in spilling off the bed, just as the door opened.
"You know, Ri, it seems every time I open a door I find you on the floor looking like you've just taken the piss out of some guy!" Orli grinned, looking down at where Reilly sat triumphantly on Tristan. "Orli!" she shouted, leaping up and jumping on him, nearly taking him to the ground as well. He laughed. "Missed you too, love," he said, then extended a hand to Tristan, introducing himself while Reilly excitedly ushered the rest of the group in. "BILLY! I didn't know you were coming!" she threw her arms around the smiling Scotsman. "Ah, yes," he replied. "But aren't you overjoyed that I did?" she laughed. "Of course!" she replied, as Dom walked in, with a very cute girl close beside him. "You must be Reilly, I'm Sam," the girl said, shaking Reilly's hand. Of course I'm Reilly, Reilly thought to herself. You just walked into my room, didn't you? Shocked again by her reaction, Reilly smiled and looked the girl over. She was small, even a little smaller than Reilly perhaps, and had long blonde hair. Reilly guessed it was probably straight in reality, but at the moment she had it scrunched and it hung down her back in perfect waves. Her eyes were large and kind of grey, and she had impeccably-applied make-up on them, and she wore an adorable pink sweater and tailored grey pants. Definitely pretty, Reilly thought to herself, as she spoke up. "It's so nice to meet you, Sam. I understand you've been putting up with this one for the past couple of weeks!" she indicated to Dom with a wink, and Sam laughed. "Well, it's been tough, but someone's got to do it!" The two girls laughed together, and Dom smiled. "Alright, alright, we are not having pick on Dom night!" he announced, as he pulled Reilly into a tight hug. "Hi baby," he whispered, and Reilly fought back a sudden strange urge to cry as she hugged him back. She had missed him so much.
"Aw!!! But I LOVE pick on Dom night!" Billy whined as Dom shook Tristan's hand. The group laughed as they picked up their coats to head out to dinner. They had decided against a club because it was decided dinner would be a better atmosphere for conversation. Reilly actually felt a little nervous as she they made their way out, with Tristan's am around her shoulders and Dom holding Sam's hand as they walked in front of her. Thankfully for the ever- present antics of Billy, Dom and Orli together, there was nothing to fear. Billy kept them all laughing by insisting he needed a date as well and flirting mercilessly with every female that walked by on her way to the bathroom. They had to beg him to stop for fear of too much recognition after he had begun to receive quite a few propositions from their waitress, who was clearly a fan. Dom and Orli resorted to 7th grade mode, putting things in eachothers drinks when the other wasn't looking, as Sam and Reilly looked on amusedly and feigned ignorance when one of the boys would protest, "why didn't you tell me he put that in there?!" Reilly quite quickly found herself beginning to like Sam. She was quick-witted and smart, and really a sweet girl. They quickly found out, to much eye rolling by Dom and Tristan, that they shared the same taste in clothes and planned to go shopping together over soon. In turn, Dom and Tristan bonded over soccer, as Dom was only too happy to talk about Manchester United whenever the chance presented itself. Reilly smiled to herself. The night was going well, and it was so good to have all of her boys back. If only she could find a way to discreetly disappear every time Dom took Sam's hand, or leaned over to whisper in her ear…
"Reilly seems very genuine, very sweet," Sam commented later, back at Dom's. He nodded. "She is. She's brilliant," he replied, not wanting to say too much. He wasn't sure what Sam was thinking about his relationship with Reilly. The two had hit it off well, but he hadn't been able to really be his complete self around the two of them together. He wanted to act like he always did when he was with Ri, but for some reason he didn't feel like he should…dinner had been fun, but he couldn't help noticing that he and Reilly kind of communicated with eachother through everyone else, as opposed to their usual monopolizing of conversations and claiming of everyone's attention. It had been strange seeing her with Tristan, as well. Tristan had turned out to be a very decent guy, a fact he both loved and hated. Loved because Reilly deserved the best, and hated, because, well, he would have loved to have a reason to hate Tristan. It had been so wonderful feeling Reilly in his arms again…he had missed her so much.
"So," Tristan said, leaning against Reilly's dresser wearing just a pair of blue pajama pants. "Your actor friends are actually pretty cool," Reilly looked up from where she sat on her bed, brushing her hair. "I'm glad you like them," she smiled. "But you don't have to call them my 'actor' friends, you know," Tristan shrugged. "So you and Dom are close, huh?" He could see it in the way she looked at him, the way they talked. Reilly nodded. "Yeah. He's my closest friend. Here, I mean," she added. Tristan nodded. "And you're friends with the amazing Orlando Bloom…you know every girl in America would kill to be you for that?" Reilly grinned. "Ah, they'd kill to be me anyway," she replied, momentarily recalling the kisses Orli had given her on the roof that night and smiling to herself. Oh yeah, she thought, they would so kill me. She got up and crossed the room to where Tristan stood, and standing on her tip toes kissed his chin. "Hi," she said, slipping her arms around his waist and laying against his chest. "Hi,"answered, stroking her hair. They stood like that for a few minutes, and then Tristan raised his eyebrows warningly as Reilly's fingers strayed near his belly button. Unable to resist, she tickled him on his left side, and he laughed and grabbed her wrist. His eyes widened a moment later as her free right hand moved down his chest and stomach and then down inside his pajama pants…and down some more. Feeling the length of him grow hard in her hand, she slowly began walking backwards, guiding him toward the bed. "Did I mention how much I missed you?" she asked, her eyes glowing.