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Subject: ..::Troubadour::..


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Ronon
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Date Posted: 10/19/09 5:49:21pm
In reply to: Lyla 's message, "Landing on my Feet" on 10/18/09 6:15:22pm




Ronon shrugged at her question, not wanting to insult her with his answer. His mother was so horribly normal growing up, he'd thought wicca and werewolves where just movie plots. "Not exactly a culture I know much about..." He paused as she stood, Watching as she straightened her shirt. His pulse picking up as she slid in to sit beside him, bumping against his leg. It had been a long time since anyone, let alone a beautiful female, had been this comfortable with him, and it was making it hard to concentrate on the conversation at hand. His hands wanted to do other things "I've never really tried..." He caught her eyes straying to his lips, and he smirked ever so slightly. He kept his own gaze from straying with some effort. At least the feeling was mutual... "Maybe you can show me what you've tried..." Among other things she could probably show him... He cursed at himself, barely keeping from purring or growling at her. And only because he was busy telling himself he had to be a man...

Sometimes I feel like Jesse James
Still tryin' to make a name
Knowing nothing's gonna change what I am
I was a young troubadour
when I rode in on a song
I'll be an old troubadour
when I'm gone



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