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Date Posted: 22:38:58 03/08/06 Wed
Author: Kyrian
Subject:
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you


(The two of them had talked well into the night, discussing the many reasons why Kyrian felt that the entire situation they were currently facing were, in fact, his fault. His list had started with the fact that his showing up at the hideout of the enemy had been a pretty bad idea and had included such priceless Kyrian fuck-ups as: getting Haylie involved in the entire debacle, getting Skeeter involved in the entire debacle, getting Gia involved through association with Skeeter, forgetting to turn off his GPS tracker, freaking out when Haylie got shot, letting Remy run off on a mission while Shay was pregnant, getting too involved in his own relationship to not see that Remy was still engaging in dangerous behavior with a wife at home, proposing to Haylie in an almost nonchalont manner and then not showing up at the wedding.. and finally, he had simply laid a hand over his face and whimpered for a little bit about what a stupid ass he was, and how he didn't deserve to live anymore, let alone to be there with her. When she had tried to comfort him, he had only grown more and more tense, hating himself deeply for his inability to control the emotions he was going through and finally, sometime after one in the morning he had fallen into a restless sleep beside her. Now, as light crept in through the windows and spilled across the bed, he was sprawled out on his back, his right hand on Haylie's lower back as she lay sprawled across his chest. His head was tipped towards her, every breath taking in the comforting scent that clung to her hair and reassuring him even in his sleep. His other hand had a slight grip on the leg that had snuck up his own to rest across his hip, as though subconsciously trying to pull her closer to him. All in all, it was the sort of situation that, months ago, would have had him deeply aroused even asleep - but at that moment, nothing. It was as though he were sleeping alone, though in his mind he was running through some pretty vivid thoughts about her.)

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