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South Attic - Door's open but keep it down - Vala, come back later, please

Beka heads back to her room to tidy up ~~and put Lee's girly things away~~ and hide the stuff she bought ~~for Lee~~ until he's ready to talk. Without looking to see whether he's in there, she closes the door to her bedroom, to give him and her some privacy. If he's there. He'll come out if and when he wants to talk. Or maybe he's already at class.

Janet'll be by at some point, and Cally, and who knows who else. Hopefully Callisto and 'yana won't mind all the company if they need to study.

She hangs a sign on the door that reads:

Door's Open But Keep it Down
Vala, please come back later

Possible smut in here farther down. You've been warned.

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Jack sounds... well, if she didn't know better, she'd say he sounded nervous again. It's like every time they get together they have to break through this barrier he puts up. It doesn't matter. She knows it's not that he doesn't want her.

Beka puts her hand on top of his on the bed. "I'm fine. Much better now." Sort of leaning around him to smile, she smiles. "It's good to see you."

Inside his mind Jack is losing it. Not in the insane rampage sort of way but more in the "watch me as I stick this paper-clip in the light socket" sort. He's nervous and scared and afraid he's going to say something wrong and screw this up and he doesn't want that to happen because he really likes Beka. Odd as that is.

Beka puts her hand on top of his on the bed. "I'm fine. Much better now." Sort of leaning around him to smile, she smiles. "It's good to see you."

Jack can't help but smile back at that, another weird effect Beka has on him.

"I'm good a little spacey but good. I'm glad you're here, I was afraid I wouldn't get to see you again today."

Hormones. That has to be it. Doc said something about them going all wacky and screw with our minds, "double-puberty" or something like that. That must be why he feels so...awkward around Beka. He usually doesn't care what he says or who he riles, it's what makes him him. Yet another reason to find Thor and throttle him.

[OOC: Mun is at school doing nothing until 1420 at which point she will bus home and be back at 1545.]

"I'm good a little spacey but good. I'm glad you're here, I was afraid I wouldn't get to see you again today."

The air of command she usually associates with Jack is replaced by an odd restlessness. Not the before-battle kind, but the kind she imagines he felt trapped in a briefing room with people who might try to take his funding. "I'm glad it matters...seeing me. You always can. Just call."

[OOC: they should, at some point, actually have a text talk about them having sex with other people so he knows she might be tied up and vice versa, and knows when and whether interruptions/participation are welcome. And hi!]

"I'm glad it matters...seeing me. You always can. Just call."

"I know, and I do try it's just that... well I'm not good on phones. Never have been, if I can't read the body language I tend to spend too much time think about the tone of voice instead of the words."

Good, neutral territory. Jack can do that. His stomach settles down a little and the blood flowing through his brain doesn't sound quiet as loud in his ears.

"I actually had a question for you. Is this you natural or did you get changed? Wait don't answer that, I can sound less dumb. Are you naturally...whatever age you are can't friggin believe I never asked or are you like one of the many people here who got messed with somehow?"

[OOC: They do don't they? I totally gorgot we had that talk OOC. Hi!

And as a sidenote? AH! LACK OF A COMMA! LACK OF A COMMA! AH! *Inner Grammer-Nazi dies* I lose. ]

"I know, and I do try it's just that... well I'm not good on phones. Never have been, if I can't read the body language I tend to spend too much time think about the tone of voice instead of the words."

This makes her smile. Her tone with Jack is always so obviously an invitation. "You don't have to say much. Just 'hey' and 'where are you'. I'll do the rest." It's hell resisting the impulse to run her hand over his back and shoulders, but she does. He needs to settle first.

"I actually had a question for you. Is this you natural or did you get changed? Wait don't answer that, I can sound less dumb. Are you naturally...whatever age you are can't friggin believe I never asked or are you like one of the many people here who got messed with somehow?"

Beka sighs. "Jack. Stop fretting over how old I am. First, I'm plenty old enough to know what I'm doing here. Second, to answer your question, my timeline is so frelled it's impossible to know. My future-self visits me every now and again and shows me the future that I've supposedly already lived and she exists to fix parts of. I'm 17 and a half going on 40, and some days I feel a hell of a lot older than that."

[OOC: yeah, but it'll come up. Someone will see her kissing Angelus outside of study hall today, I'm sure. Or she'll bring it up with him herself.

*laughs* I am a grammar-Nazi. However, as a prose-stylist, I torture grammar til it does what I want. So :P. ]

Jack smiles widely again.

"Actually it didn't really have anything to do with the whole age-difference thing for once. I just realized I didn't know and was curious."

Jack knows he should feel bad, but he kinda likes the fact that she thought wrong. Makes him...happy. Like he's not the only one having minor strokes here.

"You... I was gonna ask a question about the whole 'talking to you future-self' thing but I fugred my brain might explode if I did."

[OOC: Damn. This is so one of the times where I want to wildly OOC Jack but can't. Stupid, anti-big-word idiot.]

Beka smiles, too.

"Actually it didn't really have anything to do with the whole age-difference thing for once. I just realized I didn't know and was curious."

"I like that you were curious. What else do you want to know about me? You can ask about Future-Beka, but I don't know if I'll understand any better than you do."

She hopes he doesn't ask anything, but kisses her instead. But she'll answer whatever he asks, just to keep him here, talking with her.

[OOC: sorry. Weaponsbanitis. Beka is in major hysterics over it in study hall. Just got back here and it's a good thing. My head is exploding.]

"I like that you were curious. What else do you want to know about me? You can ask about Future-Beka, but I don't know if I'll understand any better than you do."

Jack thinks about this for a moment and can't really think of anything he absolutely had to know right now. There are a few things he's curious about of course, but nothing vital at the moment. Except...

"What's it like where you're from?"

[OOC: Weaponsbanitis is a very bad thing indeed. The whole Spoldey thing seems to be contagious, Jack almost went all splodey in Monday's Speech.

Also, this is before slee right, so not much action?]

This is not a question she expected. Not yet. So many things she'd have to tell. So much she's not ready to talk about. But it's Jack, and he asked.

"Bad. It's bad. Lots of dying. Lots of... lots of sex for the wrong reasons. Or the right reasons." She shakes her head. "Staying alive...best reason to do anything, right? But..." She shrugs. "It's bad. Most of the time."

[OOC: Beka's so frelled between the weapons and Jack, and Angelus, and Daniel and Janet. She's...she needs Jack. Too much.]

Her body language changes immediatly. Her back goes rigid and her breath quickens a little. She sending off signals left, right, and center that she's uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't've asked huh? If it's too much to talk about right now I can drop it."

[OOC: Poor Beka. :( ]

"No. It's not that. I..." She sighs. "I care about you. A lot. I don't want you to see me as irrevocably frelled up. That's all."

She leans into him, seeking the comfort of his nearness. Realizing that already, she cares too much what he thinks, cares far too much about how incredible it feels to be near him this way.

[OOC: Poor Beka indeed. Jack should comfort her. *g*]

Jack puts his arms around Beka and pulls her against him.

"I don't know what frell means but I can take a guess." Jack kisses her neck. "Trust me ~~Sweetie? Baby? Honey-bunch?~~, I don't think there'anything wrong with you."

{OOC: Oh. my. god. Kill me now. Are you trying to break poor Beka? Now she's going to want to kill Angelus. I'm going to have to do some serious retcon to get the Angelus thing before her and Jack, like this... can we make this the second night, somehow?)

Stunned, Beka can't breathe. This... this... damn. She melts into his arms. Closes her eyes to feel his lips against her skin. Her voice is muffled against his chest, but it doesn't really matter. She has the feeling that he'd understand if she spoke in some utterly foreign language. "I almost believe that. I don't understand it, but I do, almost, believe."

[OOC: Second night got it. It'll be post-clinical. Also? Dammit all to hell, must sleep soon. Brain is shorting out.]

"I almost believe that. I don't understand it, but I do, almost, believe."

Jack just hugs her tighter and tries to forget he has to let go eventually. "You should, it's the truth."

[OOC: good, yes. Post-Angelus, too, and they should talk about that tomorrow. Class early tomorrow? I'll be around. Plan to play all day.]

Beka sighs, not unhappily. "Jack? Stay with me again? I... sleep better when you're here."

[OOC: I have class 10-noon and then I'm good for the day. Except for whatever point it's decided my laptop'll be kidnapped for 40-Year-Old-Version.]

"Yeah. Yeah of course."

[OOC: Good. We'll wrap some of these threads and start a new one. Sleep well.]

Four words never sounded better to her. She tips her face up to his and kisses him softly. "Thank you."

[OOC: Kay. Nighty-night. You too.]

Jack kisses her back lightly. "I like this. The thing where I do something right and you smile like that?"

[OOC: oh you are so evil. loving and running... wicked wicked mun.]

Beka rests her head against his shoulder. "I can't seem to stop smiling around you."

[OOC: It's fun being evil!]

Jack smiles a little. "I'm glad, you have a great smile."

[OOC: If you want evil, go see Beka/Angelus. OMG. It's hot. Way different from JB. Way. And not nice at all. But evil, oh yes.]

She sits up a minute, looks him in the eye. "I like this. I like this a lot, you and me. It's not what I had in mind. It's a hell of a lot better."

[OOC: Saw. Wow. Also? OMG GEEK! (http://www.livejournal.com/users/2ls_in_oneill/1655.html)]

"I like this too, it's... really not what I had in mind when we started this but it's a lot better."

[OOC: Don't let Jack see. *g* Uh, protected entry. Won't let me see it.]

"Yeah." She rests her head on his shoulder again and strokes his chest. "So...bed? Or you want to kiss me some more?" There's a soft grin in her voice."

[OOC: He won't. Trust me. And I think it's fixed now, I forgot to add you to the Refugee filter.]

"Well gee, that's kind of a hard choice. You sure you don't wanna go spelunking?"

[OOC: Good. It's OK for him to know, but better he doesn't see. That might make him unhappy enough to do something foolish.]

She cocks her head, amused. "Spelunking?"

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