Todd Wants Key's Face

Sam: *as he has sex with Sarah, he kisses her neck, her collar bone, up to her jaw bone, and then her lips once more, kissing deeply, kissing passionately*

Sarah: *brings a hand up to his cheek, rubbing it with her thumb as they kissed, while the other rubbed circles into his lower back. her moans quiet down into pleased hums, her eyes closed as she prefers to just FEEL*

Sam: *he leans down to nuzzle her, combing his fingers through her hair, as he repeats his in-and-out motion, he whispers to Sarah, in between gasps and moans* I... I love... you, Sarah... l-love you s-so much...

Sarah: *responds in a similar manner as she nuzzles him back, still rubbing his back* I... I love you too...

Sam: Mmm... *he smiles happily at her, loving her, LOVING her, playing with her hair almost - kissing her, kissing her wherever he can, diving in and out - again, AGAIN, and then he releases into her, all tension in his muscles replaces with a feeling of pure bliss, accompanied by his cries of approval*

Sarah: *her pleased cries join Sam's as she releases along with him, feeling absolutely nothing but waves of bliss wash over her. she was more than satisfied. panting, she smiles up at Sam, reaching up to brush a bit of hair out of his face*

Sam: *he smiles back at her, warmth and love filling his expression to the very brim. He nuzzles her again, now feeling himself becoming overtaken by exhaustion*

Sarah: *nuzzles him back, pulling him down so he can rest on top of her* <3

Sam: *now on directly on top of her, he closes his eyes, relaxing. It's only a matter of minutes before he's drifting off into a deep, happy sleep*

Sarah: *nuzzles him affectionately, combing through his hair until she drifts off to sleep as well*

The Next Morning

Sam: *is shaken awake by the sudden horrifying thought that they didn't use protection the night before. He panics. It is too soon to have a kid - too soon!* D8> !!!

Sarah: *isn't quite thinking about that when she wakes up, and she's confused to see Sam so panicked* Mmh... Sam, whass wrong...?

Sam: S-Sarah, I never wore a condom, you never took any birth control pills, we never had ANY protection AT ALL... D8>

Sarah: *is momentarily confused, but what he's trying to say slowly dawns on her* ...oh. Whoops. D:

Sam: "WHOOPS"?? We need to get you a pregnancy test! Right now!!! D8

Sarah: Yeah, yeah, I know, sheesh! just--lemme get out of bed, first. D; *gets out from under Sam, and gets up, dressing quickly*

Sam: *he gets up after her, quickly getting dressed as well, cursing himself for being to reckless and STUPID*

Sarah: This is going to be so awkward... If you want, I can go by myself, save you the embarrassment. <:/

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Harry: Well, you could also be right... I don't know... I don't even know what we're talking about, right now... *he nuzzles her*

Claire: It wasn't anything important... *nuzzles him back. she hated lying to him, but this conversation was hurting too much to allow it to continue*

Harry: M'kay... *he kisses her, having completely forgotten about the conversation*

Claire: *kisses him back, lightly touching his cheek as she does so, trying to block out the previous conversation from her mind*

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Sam: *as soon as he's back in the hotel room with Sarah, he kisses her passionately, kisses her with all the love he has for her*

Sarah: *kisses him back with just as much passion, her hands tangled up in his hair as she tried to one-up him*

Sam: *simply slips his hand under the back of her shirt, rubbing Sarah's back while snogging her*

Sarah: *moans into the messy kiss, quite pleased by his actions. in order to try and reciprocate this, she moves one hand from the back of his head, sliding it down his front right down to his navel, rubbing circles into it with her fingers*

Sam: *he smiles into the kiss from Sarah's actions, then suddenly starts taking off his clothes, wanting to take Sarah so very badly*

Sarah: *makes no move to stop him-- in fact, she helps him along, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants for him*

Sam: *helps Sarah out of her clothes, still kissing her with that fiery passion that burned through both of them, he moves his hands down from her back to her hips and thighs, rubbing them now*

Sarah: *practically grins into the kiss, enjoying his touch, battling his tongue with hers, pulling herself even closer against him*

Sam: *he leads Sarah over to the bed then practically tackles her down onto it, still kisses her, touching her*

Sarah: *doesn't mind the slightly rough treatment, still kissing him with as much passion as before, her arms tightly wrapped around him*

Sam: *and then he enters her, groaning a bit from the sudden stingy pleasure. He continues kissing Sarah*

Sarah: *moans from the pleasure, welcoming the sensation. she stops kissing him, if only to pull him down and start kissing his neck, his shoulder, his collarbone, trying to encourage him to begin*

Sam: *and begin he does, like clockwork, he moves in an out of her, passion spreading from his kissing to his movements, his moans, loving it, loving Sarah*

Sarah: *is more than pleased by his actions, and she begins to kiss him again, rubbing his lower back, between his shoulder blades, moaning quietly into the kiss*

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Harry: *he squints at her ... F... ff... friends of ours...?

Claire: Your son and his wife. <:(

Harry: *he's mumbling again* Don't be silly, Claire... we don't have a son...

Claire: ... <:( ... *hugs him, resting her head against his shoulder. she didn't know how she could stand it, watching him slowly forget everything, not even knowing where he was half the time...*

Harry: *he is confused, and even becomes a bit upset by the hug - what did he say? Did something happen? Why is Claire hugging him? Why did she look at him with that face - that EXPRESSION?* ... Claire... are you okay? D:>

Claire: I'm fine... just a little bit tired.

Harry: *hugs her back* ... I don't believe you...

Claire: *smiles a little bit at this. even through all this, he still knew her well enough to know something was wrong* Of course you don't...

Harry: ... So can you tell me what's ACTUALLY wrong, before I forget that you're sad? D:>

Claire: ...I just wish that things were different... that you remembered more...

Harry: *touches her cheek* ... I remember YOU...

Claire: *sighs, and closes her eyes* That... isn't enough.

Harry: *he's saddened by this* ... Why...? <:(

Claire: ...I just wish you remembered our son... our life...

Harry: We don't have a son, unless maybe we do, and... and life... life's not... there's pictures... right? I can maybe look at pictures? ... Or not... maybe the past doesn't matter as much.

Claire: *is quite saddened by his words, and it's all she can do to keep herself from crying in front of him--it would only make matters worse* ...maybe you're right...

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Harry: ... I'm happy too... perhaps it can be longer... and longer, still... *mumbling* ...Maybe see our grandkids, when that time comes...

Claire: I really hope so... *smiles* I don't think it should take too long...

Harry: *laughs a bit at this* Oh? And why's that?

Claire: Well, they both love each other so much, and they get along so well... I think they'd be ready for one. :P

Harry: Who loves who? Ready for what? D;>

Claire: *sighs, and gives him a sad smile* I was just saying that we shouldn't have to wait too long for a grandkid.

Harry: Ohh, okay. Maybe. I don't know. Whah... what's-his-face ... our son, y'know... we have a son... he doesn't seem like the type who would want kids... is he? I... I can't remember...

Claire: It's Sam, Harry... and I don't know, we never really talked about it at all.

Harry: ... We should have... but it's too late for that, I guess...

Claire: ...We could always ask again when he and Sarah get back form their honeymoon...

Harry: Maybe... we asked before? I don't remember... well, I don't remember anything, do I?

Claire: You remember SOME things... but yes, we DID talk about it before. They were a bit embarrassed to talk about it.

Harry: Who was embarrassed to talk about what? D;>

Claire: Sam and Sarah were embarrassed to talk about having kids.

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Harry: I'm glad you made them. ^^ *he carefully stands back up, taking his plate over to the sink to wash it off*

Claire: Oh-- *stands up from the table with her own plate* Harry, let me do that.

Harry: ... ... M'kay. *he hands his plate over to Claire*

Claire: *takes the plate* Go relax, okay? :( *goes to the kitchen to wash off the plates*

Harry: *quietly shuffles off with his cane over to the chair he used to sit in all the time. He carefully sits down, relaxing, placing his cane down beside the chair* ...

Claire: *puts the plates away as soon as she is done washing them, and goes back into the living room where Harry is sitting. she sits down next to him*

Harry: *he smiles at her, scooting over a bit to give her some room. Then he leans over and nuzzles her* <3

Claire: *nuzzles him back, taking his hand* <3

Harry: *while nuzzling her, Harry kisses her cheek* <3

Claire: *returns his affections, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb*

Harry: Mmm... that's nice... that's very nice... *he rubs her back*

Claire: Mm... sitting here is nice... *rests her head on his shoulder*

Harry: *snuggles with her, there on the chair, forgetting why and then starting up again, stopping and starting, stopping and starting, in a constant state of confusion, of love*

Claire: *enjoys spending time with him, even though he constantly forgets... it had been a while since they shared a moment like this*

Harry: *he kisses her lovingly, loving to be with her, to share those tiny shards of this one moment with her, remembering only one fragment at a time, but loving each one*

Claire: *kisses him back, beyond happy. if there was one thing she could be grateful for, it would be that Harry still remembered her*

Harry: ... *quietly* ... It's been a long time... hasn't it...? A long, long time... Not... longer than some... I think... but still a long time, between us... together, us...

Claire: It HAS been a long time... I'm happy it's been this long...

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Harry: Oh? Oh okay... I'm glad you're happy. It's awful when you're unhappy.

Claire: And I hate seeing you not feeling like yourself. <:/ So I guess we're both even.

Harry: ... I... I guess so. *he thinks long and hard about his next question* ... ... how's... ... ... Key? Do you know?

Claire: Key? Oh, she's doing just fine, as far as I know. Why do you ask?

Harry: ... I managed to remember her name is all... how's... ... Todd?

Claire: ...He's, um... *sighs* Todd's gone.

Harry: *he's hidden with the painful memory of Todd's funeral. Tears form in his eyes and roll down his cheeks* ... Oh... that's right...

Claire: <:( ... *reaches across the table, and holds a hand out towards Harry*

Harry: *gladly takes her hand, letting himself cry - he'll just forget why he's crying anyway*

Claire: *rubs his hand with her thumb, letting him cry for as long as he needs to*

Harry: *just as predicted, he soon forgets why he's crying, and just looks at Claire blankly, rather confused as to why his face was wet, why she was comforting him*

Claire: ... *stands up, and sits in the chair next to him. she gently wipes the tears away with her thumb, looking a bit sad--she hated being constantly reminded of his condition*

Harry: *still rather confused. He smiles at Claire reassuringly - perhaps she is the one who is upset, who needs comfort. Was he comforting her?*

Claire: *smiles back. illness or not, he was still Harry. she would take care of him for as long as she could* <:)

Harry: *softly, in a comforting manner* ... Will you be okay now? With... with whatever you were upset about? <:/

Claire: *nods* I'll be fine.

Harry: *smiles at her* Okay... okay, good. *eats some more of his french toast*

Claire: <:) ... *pulls her plate over to her new seat, and eats there*

Harry: *later manages to finish his french toast, being much hungrier than he realized* ... Those were very good... did you make them, Claire?

Claire: *nods* Mhmm. I'm glad you enjoyed them. :)

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Harry: No, no - I wanna try the stairs. I can handle it - I'm feeling better. D:

Claire: Are you SURE? D:>

Harry: I'm sure - you just need to help me is all - just stand beside me in case I slip or something. D:

Claire: ... Alright... we'll give it a shot, then. <:/ *walks with him towards the stairs, keeping a close eye on him, ready to catch him*

Harry: *he slowly makes his way down the stairs, his legs shaking with each new step - carefully, CAREFULLY... until he finally reaches the bottom with the smile of someone who has achieved something rather huge*

Claire: *smiles almost as widely as he does when they reach the bottom--she puts an arm around him* I think you deserve a nice little breakfast. :) I'll make you anything you want.

Harry: Ah... uh... I forgot what I like... ^^;

Claire: Uh oh. Well, I remember. You just sit down and relax for a little while, okay?

Harry: ... M'kay. :) *he sits down at the table, then promptly forgets why he sat down at the table. He doesn't get up, however, as he feels that he did so for a reason*

Claire: *goes into the kitchen and starts making some french toast--Harry may not remember how much he likes them, but she sure does*

Harry: *traces the lines in the wooden table with his finger as if discovering it for the first time while waiting for Claire to so kindly make him breakfast. He still wears a small smile*

Claire: *once she is finished, she brings a heaping plate of french toast out to the table, and quickly scurries back to get plates and silverware* :)

Harry: *enjoys the smell of the plate of french toast, smiling a bit wider* Smells good...

Claire: Oh good... *sets the plates down, then sits down across from Harry* There are for you, take as much as you'd like. :)

Harry: Thank you, Claire. :) *he takes some french toast, then starts eating, enjoying it very much - he finds it sad that Claire knows him better than he does now, but that simply is the curse of Alzheimer's *

Claire: *takes some herself, glad to see that Harry's enjoying it*

Harry: *is quite happy not just from the french toast, but from the fact that he even HAS an appetite. It makes him feel much better about his situation*

Claire: *eats, quite relieved to see Harry actually EATING. this was a definite improvement to how he was just days before* ... :)

Harry: *looks up and notices Claire watching him. He laughs a little, unsure about why she's doing this* ... Why are you smiling like that at me?

Claire: I'm just happy to see you feeling better... X);;

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Sam: Well, ch'yeah! Paris, y'know! Gotta love this place - especially restored like this! X3

meanwhile

Harry: *drowsily wakes up in his and Claire's bed - he's feeling... better? Perhaps he really CAN get past this disease*

Claire: *is still half-asleep* Mmh...

Harry: *he rolls over a bit and kisses her, nuzzling her as well. She'll be so happy to see how much better he's gotten*

Claire: Mm.. *blinks sleepily at him* good morning... How are you feeling?

Harry: *smiles at her* Better... much better. Where are we?

Claire: At home, in bed... *puts a hand on his forehead, and is a bit surprised by how much cooler he feels* ...huh.

Harry: *he's grinning now* I told you - I TOLD you I'm feeling better.

Claire: Well, I believe you! X) *nuzzles him, quite relieved--he was going to make it after all* I'm happy to see you doing better.

Harry: *nuzzles back, but is somewhat confused* Better than what? What's wrong with me? D:/

Claire: *still nuzzling him* You were sick before, Harry. You're getting better now.

Harry: Oooh... I'm glad, then. Wouldn't want to be sick, nope... :)

Claire: Nope is right. Being sick is no fun. <3

Harry: Well, yeah. D: *he carefully gets out of bed, weakly standing up on his unused legs* Oof...

Claire: Uh oh. *gets out of bed, and helps steady him* You alright there? D:

Harry: I'm okay... it feels nice to stand up... it makes my, uh... my... my legs ache a bit... but it's nice...

Claire: I can imagine, you've been lying down for a while... Lean on me if you have to, alright? <:/

Harry: Mm'kay... don't need to lean on you right now. I think I'm fine. I'm gonna try walking around... are we upstairs?

Claire: Yep. I say we avoid the stairs for a little bit...

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Sam: OBVIOUSLY it's because I'm not as smart as you are. :P

Sarah: Bah. And I'm the blonde one. How does that even make sense? D:/

Sam: Simple - I don't believe in stereotypes. XD

Sarah: Oh, good. :P

Sam: ... *quietly* ... So... I know we've talked a little bit about it before... but... kids... so we really wanna do that?

Sarah: ... *nods* I think we should... I mean, we should definitely wait a little bit, but... I think it'd be good for us.

Sam: *his smile widens* Yeah? Heh... and we were so embarrassed a couple of days ago...

Sarah: Well, that was because our PARENTS were asking us about it... XD;

Sam: That's... that's a good point. A very good point. XD; So if we were to have a kid, would you be hoping its a boy or a girl? :P

Sarah: ...You know what? I... don't think I'd mind either way. What about you?

Sam: I don't prefer one over the other. Just... the very idea of having a kid... that's just exciting... almost an UNREAL sort of idea...

Sarah: Mhmm... Jeez, I'd have to change my work scheduling all the time...

Sam: We'll find some way to work around it. ^^

Sarah: Mhmm. ^^ *sighs happily* I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of excited.

Sam: Well, I think being in Paris helps. XD

Sarah: Paris makes EVERYTHING exciting.

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Sam: I'd hate to reinforce a stereotype, but... it's Paris. XP *puts the menu down* ... I am craving an omelet, and there's one on here with avocado and ham pieces and cheddar cheese and I very much want it.

Sarah: Oh my gosh wait, WHAT? *looks back over the menu* ...I kind of really want that now. D:

Sam: Our breakfasts can match. PERFECT! XP *he glances over at the ring on his finger, rotating it a bit with the fingers on his opposite hand*

Sarah: ? *notices that movement, and puts her hand over his, smiling warmly at him*

Sam: *smiles back at her, that warmness reflecting from her to him and back. He takes the hand without the ring out from under Sarah's hand and places it on top of hers*

Sarah: *follows his example, and places her own hand on top of his, feeling like she doesn't really need to say anything* <:)

Sam: *feels especially warm in that moment, there with his wife (still strange to call her that). This really is what love feels like. This warmth* <:)

Waiter: *has noticed that they were English-speakers, and adjusts accordingly* Hello, may I take your order?

Sarah: ! *is snapped out of the moment* Oh! *looks at Sam* What was the thing we were looking at? D:

Sam: O-oh! Right, the uh - the... the, uh... "Omelette de l'agriculteur"? With some orange juice? ^^;

Waiter: *scribbles it down* And you, miss?

Sarah: Umm, same thing. ^^;

Waiter: *scribbles something else down* Alright, I will return with your meals shortly. *leaves*

Sam: Huh. He spoke pretty good English. Must have had a whole ton of practice. :P

Sarah: Yup. I guess they must have a lot of tourists coming through here all the time. :P

Sam: Really REALLY good for their economy... I'm glad. :) *instead of eyeing his ring, he eyes his missing pinky finger on the opposite hand. It has healed almost completely since the night Blood Puppet cut it off* ...

Sarah: *notices this as well, and frowns. she puts her hand over where that finger should be, hiding it from his view* Hey... now's not the time to be thinking about that...

Sam: *gives her a half-smile* Hah... it's hard not to think about that when all I have to do is look at that hand to remind myself.

Sarah: Well... *takes the hand wearing the ring, and puts it on top of the injured one* Look at the OTHER hand.

Sam: *laughs out loud at this* A pretty simple solution, yeah? That solves MY problem! XD

Sarah: Of course, silly! I don't know how YOU didn't think of it. :P

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