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There is a young man of slender build, dressed in dark tones, sleeping peacefully on a couch by the fireplace.

We know it can not last, right?

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You would think he'd know better than this by now, wouldn't you? Annabelle pads over to the fireplace and eases herself onto the couch next to Connor.

How long will it take for him to figure out that he has company?

Not long: after a moment, without waking up fully, he slips an arm around the woman, taking her hand.

Benefits of being a Freakangel?

Unless he does that to all the girls, at least.

"Hello, sleepyhead," she whispers in his ear.

"Too early, Annabelle. Five more minutes..." No, he does not do that to all girls.

Her hand gets a brief squeeze, her cheek gets a tender kiss.

"I suppose I can wait that long," she whispers, teasing.

"Meanie..." Connor blinks, rubs eyes and yawns a bit. "Hi."

"Sometimes," Annabelle says with a chuckle. "Hello yourself."

If Connor is picking up on her emotions, he might sense anticipation and slight nervousness. Someone got Connor a present while she was in Ellen's world.

"Something wrong?" Usually he would be more guarded, but he learned to keep relaxed around Annabelle.

Annabelle blushes and shakes her head. "No, nothing's wrong. I picked up a gift for you when I was in Ellen's world," she says with a smile.

He nods, reaching up to cup Annabelle's cheek. "You did not have to." Seriously.

"I know, but I wanted to," Annabelle says with a smile. "I thought it should go to someone who would appreciate it, instead of being lost and forgotten." Who better than a historian to appreciate a historic document?

"It's upstairs in my room...." Even with the plastic coating on it, the parchment is a bit fragile to carry around casually.

"Well, we can go there and see?" Connor sits up, taking the chance to kiss Annabelle gently. "Then I can hog your bed for a while."

Annabelle chuckles at Connor's last statement and blushes. "I should have known you only wanted me for my mattress," she jokes as they move toward the stairs.

"And your pillows too." No double entendre there, never. "And the sheets, and in the cold nights, blankets..."

He walks along, arm around Annabelle's waist. "And the company too..."

"Company too, hm?" Annabelle says with a raised eyebrow. "I'm glad I'm on the list, at least," she replies as they reach her room.

It won't take but a moment for her to put the key in the lock and open the door.

So, head inside with her... then gently 'pin' Annabelle, kissing her long and passionately.

You know, in private so she would not be too embarrassed?

That's definitely a very good idea. Connor's not usually this...aggressive, so she's a bit surprised for an instant, but she doesn't mind at all.

The kissing is returned with equal fervor and an unconscious growl of satisfaction. She'll probably remember why she brought him up here, eventually.

Her own fault, giving Connor more confidence at the same time he helped Annabelle. He is a bit frisky, not much.

Yes, eventually, probably some time after they break for air?

One of these days she'll work up the nerve to seduce him, after which there may be no living with him. (At least as far as the other FreakAngels are concerned.)

Yes, because she does still have to breathe, alas. A rather flushed Annabelle suddenly remembers why they're up here. "I should give you your present," she says with a chuckle.

"Hm. Maybe." Connor is a bit flushed, holding Annabelle in his arms.

She'd be disappointed if he wasn't at least a little flushed after that.

"Unfortunately, that would involve moving over there," she says, gesturing with her head toward the bookshelf. If one was to look over there, there's a plastic coated parchment sitting on top of the shelf. "and I'm rather fond of where I am at the moment," she says with a teasing smile.

This is a dilemma, clearly.

A terrible one. "Hm... we could try... moving together?"

Connor has innovative ideas.

Annabelle is all for innovative ideas. "That would work," she says with a purr. She leans forward a little to whisper in his ear. "Do you know how to Tango?"

He's not the only one who's had an increase in confidence lately.

"I... saw it on TV? Once? Some ten years ago..." Now it is his turn to blush, and shiver...

Annabelle grins at the blush and shiver and nuzzles his ear. "The tango I learned in Argentina is largely made up by the lead as you go," she replies with a chuckle. "If you're willing to follow my lead....?"

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