Betazed, winding down the day.

[capt_will_riker]

::carefully dumps heavily marinated replicated chicken into pan, adding another sprinking of replicated oregano for merit

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[dee_troi]

::...Imzadi?...::

::caught up in basking at the feel of home...heavy, sweet air, thick, dewy grass under bare feet...literally jumps at the sudden, heart-felt summons radiating within mind::

::inhales and exhales just as swiftly, fingers closing more tightly around the cuffs of shunned boots::

::lifts head, eyes searching out the square of warm light nearly hidden by thick garden foliage::

::doesn't bother raising voice...on Betazed, breezes carry, and he has quite an ear for even her whispers::

I'm here, Will.

[capt_will_riker]

::realeases a breath wouldn't admit to holding if pressed, dropping spatula on counter and heading for cracked door at near gallop::

::breezes right through, letting the flimsy barricade...Betazoids are still too trusting...fly back against outside wall::

::approaches target with a twinkle and cough, folding arms around her slender figure and lifting::

You're late again, Mrs. Riker.

[dee_troi]

::laughs a little into the soft material of a well-worn shirt, grabbing fistfuls for leverage as bear hug shows no sign of ending::

::lifts face, nuzzling::

::wrinkles face at prickle::

You're itchy again, Mr. Troi.

[capt_will_riker]

::harrumps, rubbing jaw against a soft cheek just a bit harder as punishment::

I had to find some way to repel my admirers. Betazoid women are fiends, you know.

[wesleyrcrusher]

::coughs from position just inside open door, shoving hands into pockets::

Trying?

I just got here, and my good mood has already dropped a few notches.

Way to go, Counselor.

[dee_troi]

::stares ahead at capt_will_riker with wide eyes, taking in the devilish grin tugging at his lips::

::turns, slowly...afraid that the voice might be attached to a mere figment, one that might disappear instantly::

::claps a hand over mouth, eyes instantly and disobediently brimming as they take in the man propped against the door jam, a few years older and a bit huskier than last sight, but definitely real::

...

::strides forward, locking him in an iron clad hug, just in case::

Wesley Crusher! Where have you been?

[wesleyrcrusher]

::returns the grip, carefully...it may just be illusion caused by time and absence, but she seems thinner, more fragile::

Some places I couldn't tell you, and others I'm pretty sure you wouldn't believe.

I'll pick a few to talk about later.

::smiles down into her dark, wet eyes::

Right now, I'm just happy to be where I am. I hope you don't mind the intrusion, I guess I could have timed my visit better...

[dee_troi]

Don't be ridiculous.

You don't expect me to believe you've actually kept up with the time during your journeying, do you?

::shakes head, smiling at a memory...oh, the chaos he caused by suddenly appearing in the middle of the wedding rehearsal...Beverly was beside herself getting a uniform fitted for the actual ceremony::

::presses a brief kiss to his cheek, stepping back::

You're always welcome, Wesley.