Mixed Muses: The Morning After

[thefirststark]

He wakes up.  In a strange bed.

It takes a moment to remember where he is.  And who he's with.

As he gets his bearings, he smiles to himself and looks over at Alisa.

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[invisi_cipher]

"Is that just because you like to look at it?" she asks, almost playful.

She doesn't mind accepting different treatment, for a short while, because of what she looks like, and to spare her companion the funny looks he'd undoubtedly get. Howard is very smart, and very handsome, and those two things in conjunction can take a man very far in business, she's well aware. She'd like to see that have happened when she gets back to her own time.

[thefirststark.livejournal.com]

"Well, yes. But also because you shouldn't hide your light in a bushel. You should be proud of who you are. And not just of being able to be a spy." He has no idea that someday, ideas like pride will take on much wider meanings.

[invisi_cipher]

She smiles at his reasoning, and tilts her head up. "I'm not ashamed or afraid of who I am," she says. "But proud is still a work in progress."

[thefirststark.livejournal.com]

"OK, that's fair." Pause. "I hope I don't sound like one of your teachers when I talk this way." It might not be good to be reminded of the age difference.

[invisi_cipher]

"No, you don't. You're much more interesting than they are." She rocks up onto her toes and kisses him, smiling comfortably.

[thefirststark.livejournal.com]

He returns the kiss, under the sunny November sky.

[ooc: fade?]

[invisi_cipher]

[ooc: absolutely. I'm happy with it; what about you?]