Re: Feeling (not so) Good.

[peachie-keen]

"Tell me what you're thinking. Tell me what you want." he whispered. "Please." It then occured to him that he wasn't even sure of her name. He dragged himself closer, trying to meet her eyes.

[OpenTheDoor]

Ilia shrugged, "I don't know. I'm just in that mind-set where my mind's screaming 'WTF?!' at me, y'know? Or maybe y'don't and I'm just making an idiot out of myself yet again, and I don't even know you're name Sir."
She thought that as he called her 'Miss' then she may as well return the favour.

[peachie-keen]

"Marco is my name, miss." he smiled. "And what do they call you?" he asked, putting a daring arm around her. At least she seemed to have accepted what he was making her do now, which was always a good sign.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Ilia...or you can call me Polo," she smirked, "and unless you've forgotten, we're still inside the back of a bakery van."
She watched as her hand trailed up his arm though, not really sure of what was going through her mind. Yes, she was worried about what this whole thing entailed, yes she was still craving that chocolate muffin but yes she also liked this guy, Marco.

[peachie-keen]

Marco smiled. "Well, beautiful Ilia, what do you propose we do with our time? We'll have at least an hour until we get to quarters... I'll give you a wad of money then, but for now, beautiful Ilia, we are just two acquaintances, friends, or anything else you would like us to be." He reverted back to his devilish grin, finding the touch of her hand quite pleasant.

[OpenTheDoor]

An hour? Bloody hell, usually it's only seven minutes in heaven...
"I thought you said that I was your apprentice, eh?" her face grew the same expression as his, "but as you may have discovered already I'm not decisive: I'll leave that all up to you."

[OpenTheDoor]

be back in a bit, I'm having pasta bake

[peachie-keen]

I had spaghetti! :')

"Well..." Marco began, looking down. "Work hasn't started yet." he decided, his head jolting back up. "I honestly can't think of anything to do..." he told her, his smile apparent once more, but only for a second before those lips were on her cheek once more, his hands gripping either side of her face, until he resumed his neutral position again. "Any ideas?" he teased, a glint in his eye.

[OpenTheDoor]

Nice

"I think you can think of something," Ilia smirked.
A slight brow was raised as she steadied herself with the wall behind her as they went around a sharp turn. She probably would have toppled over herself if Marco wasn't there.

[peachie-keen]

"Be careful, beautiful Ilia." he whispered. He stretched over her, grabbing her opposite shoulder and pulling her over him. His hands went to the back of her head, and he hunched his neck a little to kiss her blonde hair.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Hey, I gotta be in the job I'm in eh?" Ilia giggled, "but still, are going up a mountain or something? Holy cr-"
This time she did topple over with the force of the turn, almost whacking her head on the wall/floor, she wasn't quite sure which was which.
"Crud," she muttered as she slipped her skirt back down, "Sorry about that."

[peachie-keen]

"No need to apologise." he grinned, purposely pulling her down with him on the next sharp turn. "What were you saying?" he teased, wrapping his fingers around her hair.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Nothing," Ilia shrugged, "just that an hour until 'quarters is a long time, eh? Seriously, where are we going anyway."
That was one thing that Ilia was rather good at: trying to keep a different conversation going instead of one like that. Unfortunately conversing with this hot half-Italian was proving to be difficult.

[peachie-keen]

"It's round the canyons, I think." Marco answered, shrugging, his thumb stroking her hair. "But I don't live around here. I'll let you choose where you want to live when we get back if you want." he offered.

[OpenTheDoor]

"What do you mean by that then?" she raised a brow at him, "Oh right, because of the whole 'I have to make sure that I don't blab to anyone' thing or is it simply because you're a guy whose nationality dictates that he must be naturally an Italian Stallion?"
Ilia couldn't actually believe that she said that, it was just meant to remain in her head safely.

[peachie-keen]

Marco laughed a little at that. "Eh, it's in my nature." he bit his lip to resist any unnecessary laughter, and shrugged. "It's just so it doesn't take you more than a few hours to get to work. I said you'd be spending most of your time with me, did i not? And the accomodation is free for such a beautiful guest as yourself." He smiled again, his thumbs still running through her hair.

[OpenTheDoor]

Ilia sighed, "I guess...to the middle bit."
Her eyes gently closed as they went around yet another sharp corner. She was ready to fall asleep to be honest even if it was in her house or not.
"Wait, how am I going to be able to explain me almost-suddenly disappearing? That isn't going to be a walk in the park, eh?"

[Charlie]

Alex smiled down at her as guided her to a table and helped her sit down. "You sure, you don't seem like you're fine."

[Unabound Justice]

How can I get in?

[peachie-keen]

@Nikki!
The people in the coffee shop don't have guns to their heads anymore, they took the money and went off, "kidnapping" Marco and Ilia. I think Nikki's charrie was knocked unconscious by the girl hitting her with the gun.

[OpenTheDoor]

Ditto, that they did

[Unabound Justice]

Alright, thanks. Midnight sat up with a growl. "What in hell?"

[peachie-keen]

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO POST.
I've been racking my brains for days on end, and I just can't do it!
Shall she just wake up at his house, them having been to 'quarters and back to his little street (which he owns every house of, and rents the houses to businesses, so the street will currently be empty) and she could wake up in his spare bedroom, which is puh-lush? probably a theme of gold&darkred...

[OpenTheDoor]

Yeah, that would be best, just let me post it I'm having a family debate

[peachie-keen]

A family debate in a good way or a bad?

Oh, you may or may not get this, but when me and a couple of my friends get into 6th form, we've decided we're going to set up a debate club. However, there is already a debate club, so we thought that maybe they could be the two teams?
Anyway, we were going to call it;
"The New Society (for) Debating, Arguing, (and) Politics."
Or, The NSDAP for short. :')

[OpenTheDoor]

A good one with loads of laughs... Yeah, one of ours was on whether steel was an alloy or not, another on Neil Diamond and songs. Tonight was based on a music quiz with my brothers.
I hate politics but I'm good at debating about things as well as making it funny

"Best nights sleep. Ever..." Ilia murmured, rolling onto her side.
Her eyes opened slightly to see the decor; tres chic, non? It was obvious that he knew how to decorate and was completely different to the baby blue of her room back home... Home. That was a point. Slowly, she rose from her bed, her hair messed up completely not that it mattered to her.
Slipping out of bed, she wondered how the hell she was going to get her clothes and things; she only had her work clothes and a dressing gown that was thrown at the end of the bed, probably to complete the look.
She clicked open the door, peeping her head around the corners to check if Marco was there. Clear.
Ilia, just get some juice and then-
"Crap!" she cussed after stumping her toe on a rather nice stair railing.
Sucking in the pain, she continued her little adventure into the unknown, hopefully to get some breakfast.

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