Nightmares and Dreamscapes

Who: Swann, Pyro
When: Late Morning, Sunday, May 14th, 2006
Where: TA-TF-04
OOC: JP between Thena (Swann) & Mana (Pyro). Pyro comes from 0700 Hours Jonah's Whale Inspection.

Warning: Very Minor Sexual References

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Something was wrong, seriously wrong, with his girl, the fact she was now his wife, and pregnant, meaning the link they shared had simply gotten stronger over the years… dreaming, yeah, she was dreaming about… ~Oh no,~ he thought, recognising the images his mind was able to catch.

“Listen guys, I gotta head off, something’s come up,” he said, looking at both Sage and Gambit briefly before turning on his heal and already starting to walk out.

Watching him go, Remy raised an eyebrow, ~Mus’ be imp’rtan‘,~ he thought.

*Baby, I’m comin‘, just,* Pyro’s thought-speak to his wife was almost pleading, *Don’t do anything stupid,* it wasn’t meant in a derogatory way, it was simply said because he knew what these types of emotions could make one do, he’d been through it himself, over and over, and would always regret the things he had done; the decisions he had made…

Swann was curled up on the bed, her face buried in her knees as her arms hugged her legs. She tried to keep calm, but the books on the bookshelf and the glass of water that rested on the nightstand shook with power that she was trying to keep in check. *K,* was the only response tha she sent to John.

He moved quickly up the path, not liking one little bit what he was feeling from her, all bar running into the mansion, up the stairs to the third floor, and on towards the door to their apartment, of which now, he could see was shaking a little. Without hesitation, John reached to push it open, eyes widening only a little at the TK movement of the room… he’d seen it before, and a heck of a lot worse than it was now.

Arms encircling her gently in his, he whispered, “I’m here, Baby, settle down… shhhhh.”

She curled up into his arms, her breathing ragged in her chest as she tried to calm down. "I thought the nightmares were gone..." she whispered.

“They never truly go away,” the flame manipulator whispered, running a hand through the red locks of her hair.

"I’m sorry… I know you were doing something... I called you before I realized I had... you can go back... I’m ok," Skye said, resting her head on her husbands chest.

If she couldn’t see the look on his face at that point he knew very well that she’d be able to feel the emotions that went along with it. “Come on, Skye, what type of husband do you think I am?!” he asked, humour in his voice, “I am not stupid… you are far from alright.”

Swann let her hands slide up his back slowly. "I know, but I hate bothering you when you’re doing something, especially something that took you from bed before I had fun," she said, letting a small smile creep up her lips.

If John wasn’t a guy, he would have rolled his eyes at that point, but the thing was, he was a guy, and although not all of his kind thought of only the one thing the majority of the time, he did… with his wife, and only his wife for that matter. “Babe, you just woke up from a nightmare, right now is not the time to go there… you need to talk to me, not cover it up with something, no matter how good that something is,” he said, moving his hand down to bring her chin up so he could lock his gaze with hers.

"I’m not covering it up, John...I had a nightmare about my parents...same as I did a long time go. Most likely stemming from my own about to be a mom status, you know?"

Pyro’s gaze didn’t break hers as he said, “Yes, well, that’s understandable, but…” he paused, “you don’t need to talk about it? Or is it that you would prefer not to?”

"I don’t need to talk about it… I just need you here for a moment or so before I can get up and head into the shower," Skye replied, kissing him gently.

John grinned, kissing her back, but just having to say it, “Babe, ya predictable… did anyone ever tell you that…” moving to tighten his arms around her waist.

"And you’re mean," she pouted at him, as she slid her arms up around his neck gently. "Play nice."

“You wouldn‘t…” lips brushing hers, “have me any other way, ya love me too much, and ya know it,” this time he used his body to push her back around and down onto the bed. “The shower can wait…”

Skye giggled as he pushed her back onto the bed, her copper hair spilling out like liquid rubies on the white sheets. "Oh, can it now? Shouldn’t I be the one to decide that?"

“You already have,” he looked into her eyes, tilting his head to the side, “You married me, didn’t ya?”

"And I never regret a single moment of it....unless you had beans for dinner," she teased him softly, hr fingers playing with his hair.

He chuckled, “Less talk, more… ah… kissing…” he simply said, his lips once again finding those of the woman he loved more than anything else in the world.

Summary: John comes to comfort his wife… and more than just talking begins to ensue.

Tags: None, Pyro and Swann have moved to Page 9 onwards of In The Mansion.

Edited by: Pyro at: 9/1/06 7:03 am