The Park - No Mimes

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It's a quiet evening out at the park. Marty and Angela are taking a stroll after dinner.

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[chasingangela]

They walk slowly, holding hands and stopping to gaze at the interesting plants. (Which you really can't see in the dark, but it gives them an excuse to linger.)

"So ... good date?" Angela says, teasingly.

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"Ooooh. I'd say this one would rank as... great. Bordering on fantastic. Possibly wonderful."

Marty snickers.

"I think I went a little overboard on the wine."

[chasingangela]

Angela spins around. "You too?" She giggles. "We are such lightweights. But ... I think I like being tipsy. Sometimes."

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Marty catches Angela before she spins away.

"I think I like tipsy-Angela. Of course I also like happy-tired-angry-sad-and-cheeful Angela, so I'm a little biased."

Marty brushes some stray hair from Angela's face. He then leans in gently touches his lips to hers.

[chasingangela]

Mmm. Nice. Kisss, Angela thinks. He tastes like ginger.

She smiles as they break apart. "I like all kinds of Marty, too," she says, then leans in for another kiss.

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Marty kisses her back and slowly wraps his arms around her waist. When they break apart he leans his forehead against hers.

"Yep. I think we just hit 'wonderful'."

[chasingangela]

"I can't disagree," Angela says, softly. She knows she is grinning like a complete idiot, but she's pretty sure Marty matches her.

She intertwines her fingers in the back of his hair, holding him to her. "This may just be a perfect moment," she whispers, barely breathing.

[OOC: I think I'm going to bed. We can close it here and fade to black, or slowtime some more stuff tomorrow. And at some point Angela needs to fill Marty in on the Parker thing, but that can wait.]

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Marty has to admit that this is the best he's felt. Ever.

He holds Angela close and gently kisses her neck. "Yeah. Perfect."

[OOC: Let's do some slowtime stuff tomorrow. I'm all for sleep myself at the moment.]

[chasingangela]

"Mmmm," Angela says, enjoying the warmth of his breath. "Very perfect." she pauses. "Are there, like, degrees of perfect?" she mumbles, a little drowsily.

[OOC: Perfect. Goodnight.]

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Marty hears the drowsiness in her voice.

"You're not drifting off to sleep in my arms now are you?"

[chasingangela]

Angela smiles. "Might be. And I don't even have the excuse of painkillers."

"But I don't want to end the night just yet."

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Marty sighs happily.

"Me neither," he says playing with her hair. "You have anything else in mind?"

[chasingangela]

Angela might be blushing now. It's hard to tell in the dark. "Yes. But, um ... the park might be kind of public."

"Do you think Camilla would mind a visitor?"

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Marty gives Angela a little grin

"I bet she's asleep by now." (http://www.livejournal.com/users/oatmanspatient/6299.html)