The World is Tiny

[rhiannon_lee]

With a wadded up hand towel, Rhiannon wiped fog from the mirror in Cian’s bathroom and looked at herself. Her hair was wet from the shower, and there were raccoon circles under her eyes, remnants of yesterday’s makeup. She spun some toilet paper from the roll and used it to wipe away the mascara. As she tipped her face left and right, she saw the mark that Cian’s mouth left on her neck; it was somewhere between a bite and a bruise, but it was faint and wouldn’t last the day. There was a comb near the sink. She parted her hair and brushed the tangles out of the lengths.

It was after noon. Early in the morning, Cian had left the cabin to take a boat of passengers on a day cruise. Rhiannon just rolled over and went back to sleep, tucked safely in covers that smelled like the two of them and their lovemaking. When she woke up again, she was surprised to have been out so long, and she sat on the edge of the bed feeling disoriented by heavy slumber and a bad dream she couldn’t quite remember.

Rhiannon pulled on her sweater, jeans, and boots and rummaged through Cian’s cabinets until she found what she needed to brew a pot of coffee. She took a mug of it onto the front steps and sat down, blowing across the steaming surface.

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[rhiannon_lee]

“Watch me care.” Rhiannon nuzzled into his fingers as they touched her scalp. Whistler had implied it was bad to be with the Were, and she hadn’t understood it. He didn’t know what Cian had done, so what reason might there have been for his implication that she was doing it just to hurt herself? Thus far, she couldn’t think of a damn thing about her connection to Cian that hurt. What she had noticed was a remarkable decrease in the amount of cigarettes she burned and bottles she emptied.

She reached across and touched a finger to his lip briefly.

“And what would Annie think of you running around with a slayer?”

[cian_oneill]

He thought for a moment before answering. "She's ne'er been th' judgmental type. Don't think she'd be happy about th' Council, but reckon she'd be alright wi' this."

[rhiannon_lee]

“Yeah,” Rhiannon said softly. She tip-toed her fingers through his hair. “After all, what’s not to like?” Her nose wrinkled in good humor. No, she was not the typical woman you introduced to your family. For one thing, she was always armed. “I’m wondering something. When I go home, am I still going to feel you like this?”