<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Karra felt terrible for her behavior. She had not known that Tom had felt such things before today and she had been lashing out. Between the head injury, Tania's shock, the professor pushing her, the sudden and intense jealousy she had had earlier, and a variety of other things--she had no idea what to do with it all and it seemed she had taken it out on Tom.<br/><br/>When Tom brought up the beach trip, she narrowed her eyes slightly. That trip had been awful as Tom simply wanted nothing to do with her but sit in the sand and read a blasted book. She had told him to wait until the evening and come into the water with her, or come build a sand castle, or go to the ice cream stand with her. He had been stubborn and continually said no. She began to think he just didn't want to spend time with her and it made her upset. She remembered on the last night she had had a terrible dream and asked if she could join him in his bed. She had been sleepy and scared, but he had been wide awake. He told her no in a stern voice, but he did sit with her until she fell asleep. She had been hurt by that, as he had never rejected such a prospect in prior times. <br/><br/>But now he was telling her why, telling her he had wanted her too badly. Telling her he was afraid they would be separated and he would come home only with news that she was dead. His eyes seemed to become glossy at his words and an obvious exhaustion fell over him. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"...you gave me nothing than hell today and I really started to wonder, if this is the real Karra and I had loved a wishful thinking all these years. That the real Karra would never be able to love me..." </span><br/><br/>At that, Karra pushed Tom back some, throwing a leg over in order to straddle him, her hands on his chest. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Of course I love you, I just am a moody bitch. I am sorry for being so temperamental today, for giving you so much hell...“</span> She leaned her head down, giving him a deep kiss, her chest pressing against his. She loved the way Tom smelled, loved the feeling of his five o'clock shadow coming it, loved his voice, and his lips, and his hands...she loved his mind and his heart--she loved everything about him and wished to tell him in some way. Words were minor, but actions were everything.</div>