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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 26, 2009 1:55:26 GMT -5
"Anything," Riley replied easily. To be honest, there was one thing she was sort of looking for, but for the most part, she was just looking. Books in languages other than Englished romanced her- it was something Roland didn't know about her yet. When she traveled on a mission, she made a point to always pick up just some book from the country she was in. And while she knew Portuguese, it didn't change how the words sounded in her head.
But first, she went to a very specific section and stood for a moment until she pulled out a small paperback. After turning it over in her hands, she handed it to Roland. It was a phrase book, and it was translated to English, rather than the other way around. She shrugged. "I just thought you might be interested. I won't be offended if you're not."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 26, 2009 2:12:34 GMT -5
He took the book from her hands and began to flip through it. "I am interested," he said.
He usually did try to pick up phrase books whenever he traveled to a non-English speaking country, just so he'd have enough to get by. He really didn't like feeling out of control, after all, and being able to at least speak a few crucial phrases helped a lot. In this case, there was more to it. He wanted to be able to understand a little bit of her native language, as if it would help him to understand her a little bit more. "Thank you."
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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 26, 2009 2:19:02 GMT -5
Riley smiled at him, unsure if he was humoring her or not. Either way, she adored him for it. If he was truly interested, she adored him, and if he was humoring her to please her, she loved him too. Today, Roland could do no wrong.
"Now I have to find a book for me," she told him. "And I don't really know what I'm looking for. I'm not even sure which section I want to be in. Any ideas?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 26, 2009 2:43:05 GMT -5
They really had come such a long way. Roland had once been convinced that he could never do anything right by Riley, and now things were just the opposite.
He was still looking through the book, but at her question, he looked up thoughtfully. He honestly had no idea what kinds of books she liked. He knew that she liked scary movies, but did she like horror novels? Or science fiction? Or mystery?
"Why don't we just wander, and we'll see if anything catches your eye?" he suggested.
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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 26, 2009 3:50:17 GMT -5
"Sounds good to me," Riley said, finally throwing her coffee cup away in a little trash bin near the front desk. There was an elderly man behind the desk, and he looked up and gave her a nod. She smiled and turned to look through the shelves with Roland.
"Usually, I just find a cover that looks interesting and pick it up. It's a little different here because I can read them and I'll know what they're about. Hey, I have a copy of The Hobbit in Spanish at home. Maybe you can read to me?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 26, 2009 12:03:26 GMT -5
He had finished his own coffee during the walk, so he tossed his empty cup in after hers. She was fascinating him again, as this new little quirk of hers was revealed. He couldn't even come up with a reason for this one, but it was definitely interesting.
"I'm afraid my Spanish is very limited," he said. "I always meant to learn a little more of it, but I never got around to it. You like buying books that you can't read? Do you read them anyway and just don't know what it means?"
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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 26, 2009 14:58:02 GMT -5
Riley laughed and shrugged. "You know, admittedly, it's pretty silly. I usually pick up a dictionary to go with it, but this time... well. It's not needed, obviously. I'll spend the first half or three quarters of the book looking the words up. It takes ages, but by the end, I have a pretty good idea of how the words are supposed to sound, and I just like hearing it. I don't need to know what it means. So I actually don't know what happened in the end of any of the books I've picked up. I told you, I'm a weird, weird person."
She stopped and let her fingers graze over a copy of Hamlet. "This is one of my favorites. I wonder if I should get something new, though..."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 27, 2009 1:42:46 GMT -5
Roland's arms went around her again, and he kissed her lightly. "You're not weird," he assured her. "You're beautiful and perfect and I love you."
He released her before they got in too deep, but he was still smiling. "Don't you know that I love all your little quirks? I mean, you can't be much stranger than I am... the tough guy who doesn't eat meat and likes romantic movies." He rolled his eyes for effect. "And by the way, you are still sworn to secrecy on that last one."
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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 27, 2009 1:52:21 GMT -5
"I won't tell a soul," Riley promised like she had promised before. She wasn't going to tell anyone because she knew he wouldn't tell anyone about her plethora of oddities. They were safe in each other. Finally, she felt completely safe with him.
"I want you to pick one," she said, pulling away before she gave into the urge to kiss him too deeply here. "A book, I mean. My book."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 27, 2009 12:11:21 GMT -5
He loved that they could share each others' secrets. He'd always prided himself on being mysterious or hard to read, but with her, he wanted her to know him completely.
"OK, I'll find you something," he said. "And tonight, when we get back to the hotel room, I promise to tell you all the Spanish I know. I can't do it now, though... I can't be responsible for what will happen if I do."
His smile was mysterious, with his eyes taking on that familiar sleepy look for just a second before he turned away and began scanning the shelves.
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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 27, 2009 12:48:03 GMT -5
Riley bit her lip at that look from him, and even when he turned away, she stood still for a moment, near breathless. It was unfair that he could do that to her with a simple look, and she was wholly unaware that she had the same effect on him at times.
She caught up to him. "I'm half tempted to drag you back to the room right now," she told him in a low voice, even though she was pretty sure the man behind the counter couldn't understand them.
If Riley really thought about it, she imagined that he only knew how to say really smooth, sexy things in Spanish, but she didn't want to consider they why of it. Letting the thoughts go, she stopped him and turned him to face her. "I love you," she said simply.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 27, 2009 13:17:26 GMT -5
How were they ever supposed to go back to work when they couldn't go a couple of hours without needing each other desperately? He actually wanted her just as badly as she wanted him right now, but he was trying to behave.
But Merlin, when she told him that she wanted to drag him back to the room, it did funny things to him. You wouldn't know it by looking at him, though, and he turned to her with that smile still on his face. "Only half-tempted?" he teased. "Maybe I should try a little harder."
He pulled a book off the shelf and was turning it over in his hands when she pulled him around to face her and told him that she loved him. He nearly dropped the book as he reached out with one hand to cup her cheek. "I love you too," he said.
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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 27, 2009 14:18:14 GMT -5
"I would encourage you to try harder," Riley replied, resisting the urge to wink at him. If he was playing good boy right now, Riley found the need to make it as difficult for him as possible. She couldn't help but kiss him, putting her arms around his neck. The guy behind the counter feigned a cough and she pulled away. And though she was blushing, she was smiling, too.
"Would you go ahead and pick out a book already?" She teased him. "You're killing me a little bit."
She glanced at the title he had in his hands and smiled, though she said nothing about it.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 27, 2009 17:42:49 GMT -5
"You want me to try harder, do you?" he said, raising his eyebrow at her. Merlin, she was killing him. He couldn't imagine how they were going to make it back to the hotel room like this. When she kissed him, he let out a soft groan and he was reminded of that kiss on Christmas.
He forced himself to look down at the book in his hand. He wanted to pick out something good for her, because he felt like she had trusted him with an important task, but he was also aching to get back to the room so he could touch her.
"Will this one do?" he asked.
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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 27, 2009 18:13:21 GMT -5
Roland had such a knack for making her breathless and wanton. She licked her lips when he pulled away, always aching for the feel of his lips after they parted.
"It will do fine," she told him, her voice in a near whisper. There was a reason it had caught his eye, so she would take it. She took both books from his hands, the one he picked up and the dictionary and gave him a playful smile before she turned and headed back to the counter, paying for both.
"Come on... let's get out of here."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 27, 2009 18:32:26 GMT -5
He probably should have felt more guilty about the way they were carrying on, but he didn't. He gave the man behind the corner a guilty look, even as he curled his arm around Riley's waist. What could he say? Not only didn't he speak the language, but he wasn't going to apologize for being madly in love. He was sure the man saw it all the time, anyway.
As they left the book shop, Roland pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. As he pulled away, he whispered, "Quiero hacerte el amor," which meant, quite plainly, "I want to make love to you."
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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 27, 2009 18:46:02 GMT -5
Had she not been so wound up already, Riley might have laughed when he translated that phrase. But right now, the combination of a language she didn't know and the way he said it, the way he looked at her, what he was saying, even if she didn't understand it- he unhinged her. She literally felt weak in the knees, butterflies in her stomach- the whole nine yards.
"What does that mean?" she asked him, her voice quiet, her eyes not moving from his. She also kept her lips near his, almost preparing to attack him with an onslaught of kisses.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 27, 2009 19:23:39 GMT -5
They were never going to make it back to the hotel. Or at least, it would be a definite challenge.
Their lips were so close, and their eyes were locked on each other's and he wanted her so badly, he felt like he was going to die from it.
"I'll tell you back at the hotel," he replied, somehow managing to smile mysteriously. "Or better yet, I'll show you."
It took a monumental effort to pull away from her then, but somehow he did it, so that only there was a safe distance between them. "Please tell me the hotel is close to here."
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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 27, 2009 20:38:20 GMT -5
Merlin, she wanted him so desperately. He wasn't making any of this easy on her, and she felt like she might die from needing him so badly.
She had to stop herself from leaning towards him when he leaned away, and her hand gripped his arm just a little tighter.
"I don't know. We're lost, remember? I don't know this part of town." It was the honest truth, though she hated the idea that this might delay their trip back. She thought to herself how many deserted places they could find, and the thought alone gaeve her chills she wasn't sure she liked.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 27, 2009 22:47:27 GMT -5
He was still smiling, but Merlin, it was killing him. He wanted to kiss her and feel her against him, but they were no where near the hotel. And he somehow doubted that Riley would be comfortable doing it anywhere else.
"We can't go anywhere, can we?" he said, his voice taking on a desperate tone. "Riley... I need you so badly. I'm trying to be good and wait, but this is killing me. Do you think we can find an alleyway somewhere, so we can apparate?"
He wouldn't suggest it if they weren't desperate, but he could tell by her breathing that she was as frantic as he was. They needed to get back, now.
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