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I know this is a short chapter but I had a bit of writer's block. Promise to have more up soon. Please review.
He allowed a half smile of his own to materialise. She turned around then and walked back towards the sofa, zipping up her side pocket and lifting it from the floor. He frowned slightly.
"Emily in case it's slipped your notice its almost half one in the morning, your clearly exhausted and hungry. I think it's probably a better idea you wait till morning when you've got a clearer head on your shoulders hmmm?"
She frowned at him, a simple gesture he found endearing.
" I don't think that's a great idea Doctor. I should probably just head just now"
" Hmmm, stubbornness, I wonder who you take that from hmmm?"
A pained look crossed her eyes and she averted them to the floor.
He lowered his tone to one he would use on patients, a deep hypnotic resonance, filled the room.
"Emily, why don't you sit down, relax and ill get us a drink hmm?"
His deep voice felt comforting, and if she were honest with herself the thought of going back on the street was not a welcoming one. Dropping her pack to the floor once again, she gingerly sat on the edge of the cream sofa, crossing her arms over her chest.
Satisfied for the moment that she wouldn't flee once he left the room, he crossed the expanse of the floor to the drinks cabinet and poured two generous glasses with château d yeam. If he were honest with himself he was completely shocked. He had never imagined himself having children. His lifestyle never permitted such a thing.
Walking back to the sofa he handed one to Emily, who took it with a timid "Thank you"
Sitting back in his armchair he studied her taking a sip of the expensive wine. She made a slight face of surprise and conceded to take another sip, this one lasted longer.
The wine was like nothing she had ever tasted. She didn't drink alcohol, her mother had allowed her the occasional glass with her dinner but she didn't have a taste for it. She preferred cola any day. Almost immediately she felt the wine take its effect, she had drunk half the glass and surmised that it was due to her empty stomach. She felt herself sinking into the inviting sofa.
Dr Lector smiled at her. The wine was having its desired effect on her. He could tell she didn't drink alcohol very often and from the few candy wrappers that were stuffed in her pocket, she was drinking it on an empty stomach. Watching her slide her feet under her sitting form and relaxing into the couch, he got up and sat at the other side, leaving a comfortable distance between them.
Reaching over he took the glass from her heavy hand.
"Perhaps the wine isn't a good idea," he said carefully
Her tipsy face turned towards him and scowled mildly at him in annoyance
" I can have wine, I've had it before you know. I'm not a kid"
"Nor do I presume you are. Probably not a good idea to drink it on an empty stomach. Do you want a snack? Something light perhaps?"
"No thanks" she said, a look of mild disgust crossing her eyes, a look that didn't go unnoticed by the doctor.
He smiled.
" I was referring to a salad or perhaps some toast. Its not good eating heavy at this time of the night." He winked at her
"If its all the same to you, I think ill take a pass," she muttered.
Her eyes were so heavy, she felt herself sinking further into the cushions, and noticed with a start when her head fell slightly to the side.
"Close your eyes Emily" he said in the same slow and hypnotic voice.
She did as he said, without hesitation. Closing her eyes she felt herself slipping off, her head dropping to the side. Within seconds she was deeply asleep, her hand slipping from her lap to fall limply at her side.
Dr Lector watched her slip into REM sleep. Standing up with a whisper of material, he walked to stand in front of her. Removing the heavy backpack from the floor he placed it across the room. Returning with a heavy blanket across one arm he studied her sleeping form for a minute before finally draping it gently over her small body. She sighed in her sleep one hand coming up to grasp the blanket and pull it over her shoulders, her head burying itself into the velvet cushions. Walking back to his armchair he sat down heavily. He sat for hours simply thinking. What to do?
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I know, I know, its short. The next chapter will be up soon. Review? Please?
I know this is a short chapter but I had a bit of writer's block. Promise to have more up soon. Please review.
He allowed a half smile of his own to materialise. She turned around then and walked back towards the sofa, zipping up her side pocket and lifting it from the floor. He frowned slightly.
"Emily in case it's slipped your notice its almost half one in the morning, your clearly exhausted and hungry. I think it's probably a better idea you wait till morning when you've got a clearer head on your shoulders hmmm?"
She frowned at him, a simple gesture he found endearing.
" I don't think that's a great idea Doctor. I should probably just head just now"
" Hmmm, stubbornness, I wonder who you take that from hmmm?"
A pained look crossed her eyes and she averted them to the floor.
He lowered his tone to one he would use on patients, a deep hypnotic resonance, filled the room.
"Emily, why don't you sit down, relax and ill get us a drink hmm?"
His deep voice felt comforting, and if she were honest with herself the thought of going back on the street was not a welcoming one. Dropping her pack to the floor once again, she gingerly sat on the edge of the cream sofa, crossing her arms over her chest.
Satisfied for the moment that she wouldn't flee once he left the room, he crossed the expanse of the floor to the drinks cabinet and poured two generous glasses with château d yeam. If he were honest with himself he was completely shocked. He had never imagined himself having children. His lifestyle never permitted such a thing.
Walking back to the sofa he handed one to Emily, who took it with a timid "Thank you"
Sitting back in his armchair he studied her taking a sip of the expensive wine. She made a slight face of surprise and conceded to take another sip, this one lasted longer.
The wine was like nothing she had ever tasted. She didn't drink alcohol, her mother had allowed her the occasional glass with her dinner but she didn't have a taste for it. She preferred cola any day. Almost immediately she felt the wine take its effect, she had drunk half the glass and surmised that it was due to her empty stomach. She felt herself sinking into the inviting sofa.
Dr Lector smiled at her. The wine was having its desired effect on her. He could tell she didn't drink alcohol very often and from the few candy wrappers that were stuffed in her pocket, she was drinking it on an empty stomach. Watching her slide her feet under her sitting form and relaxing into the couch, he got up and sat at the other side, leaving a comfortable distance between them.
Reaching over he took the glass from her heavy hand.
"Perhaps the wine isn't a good idea," he said carefully
Her tipsy face turned towards him and scowled mildly at him in annoyance
" I can have wine, I've had it before you know. I'm not a kid"
"Nor do I presume you are. Probably not a good idea to drink it on an empty stomach. Do you want a snack? Something light perhaps?"
"No thanks" she said, a look of mild disgust crossing her eyes, a look that didn't go unnoticed by the doctor.
He smiled.
" I was referring to a salad or perhaps some toast. Its not good eating heavy at this time of the night." He winked at her
"If its all the same to you, I think ill take a pass," she muttered.
Her eyes were so heavy, she felt herself sinking further into the cushions, and noticed with a start when her head fell slightly to the side.
"Close your eyes Emily" he said in the same slow and hypnotic voice.
She did as he said, without hesitation. Closing her eyes she felt herself slipping off, her head dropping to the side. Within seconds she was deeply asleep, her hand slipping from her lap to fall limply at her side.
Dr Lector watched her slip into REM sleep. Standing up with a whisper of material, he walked to stand in front of her. Removing the heavy backpack from the floor he placed it across the room. Returning with a heavy blanket across one arm he studied her sleeping form for a minute before finally draping it gently over her small body. She sighed in her sleep one hand coming up to grasp the blanket and pull it over her shoulders, her head burying itself into the velvet cushions. Walking back to his armchair he sat down heavily. He sat for hours simply thinking. What to do?
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I know, I know, its short. The next chapter will be up soon. Review? Please?