chatlog from 11/10/08
Who: Wendla and Melchior
What: Wendla unwittingly distracts Melchior
Where: Melchi and Wendla's place
[Wendla] Wendla was sleeping soundly on the couch, still in her white slip and no knee socks, over the sheets. She was taking a nice nap after some frolicking outside and couldn't even stay awake to take a bath.
[Melchior] Melchior sat quietly in a near-by chair, reading a little and waiting for her to wake.
[Wendla] She continued sleeping, curled up in a little ball, murmuring a bit in her sleep.
[Melchior] Melchior looked up from his book, smiling over at her. He noted to himself quietly how beautiful she was.
[Wendla] Wendla turned over to her other side, away from him, pressing her cheek to a pillow.
[Melchior] Melchior tilted his head and set his book aside, going to kneel next to her on the couch. His hand hovered over her and he breathed in a sigh before he laid his hand on her middle, sliding it under her arm to touch her belly. To think that there was something there not long ago...
[Wendla] Wendla felt a warmth on her skin and shifted slightly. "MmMelchior?" she mumbled, her eyes still closed. She smiled and set her hand over his.
[Melchior] Melchior smiled back, feeling a little funny. "Hey."
[Wendla] "I meant to take a bath," she said, sleep still in her voice.
[Melchior] Melchior chuckled, kissing her cheek softly. "Took a nap instead?"
[Wendla] "Mmhmm," she sighed, turning to face him, surprisingly comfortable in just her slip.
[Melchior] Melchior kissed her softly, still feeling a little funny. His fingers curled in the fabric of her slip, still at her belly. "Well, you're awake now."
[Wendla] "I am." She smiled at his hands on her tummy.
[Melchior] "You can take a bath, if you'd like."
[Wendla] "Did you want to ask me something?" Wendla wondered, hand over his again, rubbing her thumb over his skin.
[Melchior] "I was just... thinking about that conversation we had," Melchior revealed, wondering why he felt so sad.
[Wendla] Wendla sat up and moved over so he could sit next to her. "Oh! Why?"
[Melchior] Melchior took the seat, his arm around her and kept his hand omn her stomach. "I'm not sure," he said quietly. "I don't know what I'm feeling right now."
[Wendla] "Oh," she said softly, understanding his focus on her stomach right now. Wendla leaned into him, closing her eyes again.
[Melchior] "I know neither of us is ready for anything like that, but..." Melchior closed his eyes and pressed a little closer. "I still feel sad."
[Wendla] Wendla found his other hand and kissed it softly.
[Melchior] "We could have good parents, couldn't we?" he asked quietly.
[Wendla] "We will be!" Wendla insisted. "We will be when the time is right."
[Melchior] Melchior held her tighter and kissed her temple. The thought still scared him, but
he thought he might be able to do it, with her. "When the time is right."
[Wendla] Wendla smiled gently and kissed him.
[Melchior] "You're beautiful," Melchior told her. "And you're distracting when I'm reading."
[Wendla] "Oh, Melchi, I'm sorry!"
[Melchior] Melchior smiled and shook his head. "I don't mind."
[Wendla] "Well," Wendla kissed him again and pulled away. "I shall take a bath and you can read
peacefully."
[Melchior] Melchior smiled and nodded, though he almost would rather go with her. "Come distract me some more when you're done?"
[Wendla] Wendla giggled. "Alright. I shall," she said with a playful smile before disappearing into the bathroom, preparing her bubble bath.
[Melchior] Melchior sighed and stayed sitting there for a long moment before picking his book back up again.
[Wendla] Wendla was well-settled in the tub, cleaning herself thoroughly.
[Melchior] And somehow, even though she was in an entirely different room, Melchior still managed to get distracted by thoughts of her.
[Wendla] She began to hum softly as she used a sponge on her arms, her hair rinsed out.
[Melchior] Melchior wondered to himself how long she could possibly take. Wasn't she almost done?
[Wendla] Wendla, still humming, close her eyes and let herself relax when all the cleaning was
done, letting the scent of the bubbles soothe her.
[Melchior] Melchior, actually getting a little impatient and her humming wasn't helping, found himself tempted to go find her. Should he? Would she mind?
[Wendla] Wendla idly splashed the water a bit, cupping some bubbles in her hand.
[Melchior] Melchior bit his lip and stood up, waling down the hall and stopping outside the bathroom door. He hesitated a moment before knocking softly.
[Wendla] "Oh! Come in!"
[Melchior] Melchior poked his head in, his face a little flushed. "... Hey."
[Wendla] Wendla blushed and sank further into the water, hiding a little behind bubble mountains. "Hello."
[Melchior] Melchior smiled softly at her. "... I'm still distracted."
[Wendla] "Oh, goodness! How?"
[Melchior] Melchior grinned, sheepishly looking down at he feet a moment. "You're taking a bath..."
[Wendla] Wendla giggled. "Melchior..." she chided gently before reaching a hand out to him.
[Melchior] Melchior took her hand, kneeling by the tub with his arms resting on the edge of it and his chin resting in his arms. "I know, I know. Sorry."
[Wendla] "What did you come here for?" she asked innocently.
[Melchior] Melchior shrugged, smiling at her. "I just didn't want to be in a different room than you."
[Wendla] Wendla smiled and sat up a little, still covered by bubbles. "We're here now..."
[Melchior] "We are..." Melchior agreed, smiling wider and leaning a little closer.
[Wendla] Wendla rested her chin on the edge of the tub, eyes twinkling at him.
[Melchior] He stole a kiss.
[Wendla] Wendla stole another.
[Melchior] Melchior stole yet another, lingering on this one.
[Wendla] She laced their fingers and reached for his other hand, still kissing.
[Melchior] Melchior squeezed her hands, slowly moving his lips with hers.
[Wendla] Wendla pulled a little on his hands, deepening the kiss.
[Melchior] Melchior sat up on his knees, pressing as close as he could with a tub between them. He didn't really care if he got wet.
[Wendla] And, without much of a thought, Wendla smiled impishly pulling Melchior as much as she could over the edge.
[Melchior] Melchior, completely taken by surprise, ygave a small yelp as he was pulled completely into the soapy water. "Wendla!" he exclaimed, giving an incredulous laugh.
[Wendla] The tiles were now very wet, but Wendla wouldn't mind drying that off later. She just smiled innocently at him.
[Melchior] Melchior was still quite shocked. "You pulled me in!"
[Wendla] "I did." ^_^
[Melchior] Melchior grinned. "All my clothes are wet now."
[Wendla] "Are they?"
[Melchior] Melchior nodded. "They are. Maybe we should hang them to dry."
[Wendla] She giggled. "Alright."
[Melchior] Melchior smirked and started unbuttoning his shirt.
[Wendla] Wendla helped peel it off him, blushing all the while.
[Melchior] Melchior kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. splashing a little more
water onto the tile. He'd help Wendla with that later.
[Wendla] She reached down and shyly helped him with his britches.
[Melchior] Melchior wiggled out of them the best he could without splashing too much water, unable to help the excited grin on his face.
[Wendla] Wendla didn't know what to do with herself because.... well, they were in a tub.
[Melchior] Melchior flushed a little, realizing the same thing. "Do you always take bubble baths?"
[Wendla] "N-no! Not often...."
[Melchior] Melchior smiled, scooting a little closer. "Why today?"
[Wendla] "It felt right for today!" She giggled again.
[Melchior] Malchior laughed too, finding her hands. "I see."
[Wendla] Wendla laced their fingers together. "So what shall we do now..?"
[Melchior] Melchior shrugged. "I might as well get clean while I'm here. I was going to take a bath later anyway."
[Wendla] "... Do you need help?"
[Melchior] "If you would like," Melchior agreed, his cheeks turning a little pink.
What: Wendla unwittingly distracts Melchior
Where: Melchi and Wendla's place
[Wendla] Wendla was sleeping soundly on the couch, still in her white slip and no knee socks, over the sheets. She was taking a nice nap after some frolicking outside and couldn't even stay awake to take a bath.
[Melchior] Melchior sat quietly in a near-by chair, reading a little and waiting for her to wake.
[Wendla] She continued sleeping, curled up in a little ball, murmuring a bit in her sleep.
[Melchior] Melchior looked up from his book, smiling over at her. He noted to himself quietly how beautiful she was.
[Wendla] Wendla turned over to her other side, away from him, pressing her cheek to a pillow.
[Melchior] Melchior tilted his head and set his book aside, going to kneel next to her on the couch. His hand hovered over her and he breathed in a sigh before he laid his hand on her middle, sliding it under her arm to touch her belly. To think that there was something there not long ago...
[Wendla] Wendla felt a warmth on her skin and shifted slightly. "MmMelchior?" she mumbled, her eyes still closed. She smiled and set her hand over his.
[Melchior] Melchior smiled back, feeling a little funny. "Hey."
[Wendla] "I meant to take a bath," she said, sleep still in her voice.
[Melchior] Melchior chuckled, kissing her cheek softly. "Took a nap instead?"
[Wendla] "Mmhmm," she sighed, turning to face him, surprisingly comfortable in just her slip.
[Melchior] Melchior kissed her softly, still feeling a little funny. His fingers curled in the fabric of her slip, still at her belly. "Well, you're awake now."
[Wendla] "I am." She smiled at his hands on her tummy.
[Melchior] "You can take a bath, if you'd like."
[Wendla] "Did you want to ask me something?" Wendla wondered, hand over his again, rubbing her thumb over his skin.
[Melchior] "I was just... thinking about that conversation we had," Melchior revealed, wondering why he felt so sad.
[Wendla] Wendla sat up and moved over so he could sit next to her. "Oh! Why?"
[Melchior] Melchior took the seat, his arm around her and kept his hand omn her stomach. "I'm not sure," he said quietly. "I don't know what I'm feeling right now."
[Wendla] "Oh," she said softly, understanding his focus on her stomach right now. Wendla leaned into him, closing her eyes again.
[Melchior] "I know neither of us is ready for anything like that, but..." Melchior closed his eyes and pressed a little closer. "I still feel sad."
[Wendla] Wendla found his other hand and kissed it softly.
[Melchior] "We could have good parents, couldn't we?" he asked quietly.
[Wendla] "We will be!" Wendla insisted. "We will be when the time is right."
[Melchior] Melchior held her tighter and kissed her temple. The thought still scared him, but
he thought he might be able to do it, with her. "When the time is right."
[Wendla] Wendla smiled gently and kissed him.
[Melchior] "You're beautiful," Melchior told her. "And you're distracting when I'm reading."
[Wendla] "Oh, Melchi, I'm sorry!"
[Melchior] Melchior smiled and shook his head. "I don't mind."
[Wendla] "Well," Wendla kissed him again and pulled away. "I shall take a bath and you can read
peacefully."
[Melchior] Melchior smiled and nodded, though he almost would rather go with her. "Come distract me some more when you're done?"
[Wendla] Wendla giggled. "Alright. I shall," she said with a playful smile before disappearing into the bathroom, preparing her bubble bath.
[Melchior] Melchior sighed and stayed sitting there for a long moment before picking his book back up again.
[Wendla] Wendla was well-settled in the tub, cleaning herself thoroughly.
[Melchior] And somehow, even though she was in an entirely different room, Melchior still managed to get distracted by thoughts of her.
[Wendla] She began to hum softly as she used a sponge on her arms, her hair rinsed out.
[Melchior] Melchior wondered to himself how long she could possibly take. Wasn't she almost done?
[Wendla] Wendla, still humming, close her eyes and let herself relax when all the cleaning was
done, letting the scent of the bubbles soothe her.
[Melchior] Melchior, actually getting a little impatient and her humming wasn't helping, found himself tempted to go find her. Should he? Would she mind?
[Wendla] Wendla idly splashed the water a bit, cupping some bubbles in her hand.
[Melchior] Melchior bit his lip and stood up, waling down the hall and stopping outside the bathroom door. He hesitated a moment before knocking softly.
[Wendla] "Oh! Come in!"
[Melchior] Melchior poked his head in, his face a little flushed. "... Hey."
[Wendla] Wendla blushed and sank further into the water, hiding a little behind bubble mountains. "Hello."
[Melchior] Melchior smiled softly at her. "... I'm still distracted."
[Wendla] "Oh, goodness! How?"
[Melchior] Melchior grinned, sheepishly looking down at he feet a moment. "You're taking a bath..."
[Wendla] Wendla giggled. "Melchior..." she chided gently before reaching a hand out to him.
[Melchior] Melchior took her hand, kneeling by the tub with his arms resting on the edge of it and his chin resting in his arms. "I know, I know. Sorry."
[Wendla] "What did you come here for?" she asked innocently.
[Melchior] Melchior shrugged, smiling at her. "I just didn't want to be in a different room than you."
[Wendla] Wendla smiled and sat up a little, still covered by bubbles. "We're here now..."
[Melchior] "We are..." Melchior agreed, smiling wider and leaning a little closer.
[Wendla] Wendla rested her chin on the edge of the tub, eyes twinkling at him.
[Melchior] He stole a kiss.
[Wendla] Wendla stole another.
[Melchior] Melchior stole yet another, lingering on this one.
[Wendla] She laced their fingers and reached for his other hand, still kissing.
[Melchior] Melchior squeezed her hands, slowly moving his lips with hers.
[Wendla] Wendla pulled a little on his hands, deepening the kiss.
[Melchior] Melchior sat up on his knees, pressing as close as he could with a tub between them. He didn't really care if he got wet.
[Wendla] And, without much of a thought, Wendla smiled impishly pulling Melchior as much as she could over the edge.
[Melchior] Melchior, completely taken by surprise, ygave a small yelp as he was pulled completely into the soapy water. "Wendla!" he exclaimed, giving an incredulous laugh.
[Wendla] The tiles were now very wet, but Wendla wouldn't mind drying that off later. She just smiled innocently at him.
[Melchior] Melchior was still quite shocked. "You pulled me in!"
[Wendla] "I did." ^_^
[Melchior] Melchior grinned. "All my clothes are wet now."
[Wendla] "Are they?"
[Melchior] Melchior nodded. "They are. Maybe we should hang them to dry."
[Wendla] She giggled. "Alright."
[Melchior] Melchior smirked and started unbuttoning his shirt.
[Wendla] Wendla helped peel it off him, blushing all the while.
[Melchior] Melchior kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. splashing a little more
water onto the tile. He'd help Wendla with that later.
[Wendla] She reached down and shyly helped him with his britches.
[Melchior] Melchior wiggled out of them the best he could without splashing too much water, unable to help the excited grin on his face.
[Wendla] Wendla didn't know what to do with herself because.... well, they were in a tub.
[Melchior] Melchior flushed a little, realizing the same thing. "Do you always take bubble baths?"
[Wendla] "N-no! Not often...."
[Melchior] Melchior smiled, scooting a little closer. "Why today?"
[Wendla] "It felt right for today!" She giggled again.
[Melchior] Malchior laughed too, finding her hands. "I see."
[Wendla] Wendla laced their fingers together. "So what shall we do now..?"
[Melchior] Melchior shrugged. "I might as well get clean while I'm here. I was going to take a bath later anyway."
[Wendla] "... Do you need help?"
[Melchior] "If you would like," Melchior agreed, his cheeks turning a little pink.