<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 8:05 AM</strong></span><br/><em>Outside Front Door</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8c/e3/69/8ce3695d630cb427d7e2a17b52c0a98d.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Eric's black t-shirt<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Avoiding Kaine and failing, miserably<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>--<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Tiggy, Kaine | OPEN<br/><hr/><em>Wait for what?</em>Marley wondered, before noticing Kaine’s figure approaching from the garage. So it was that bad that he had left the house and slept somewhere else. The way he talked around her spoke volumes.<em>She’d hurt him.</em>She had hurt him by asking him to keep their pleasure a secret, while being oh so<em>very</em>loud and open with Eric.<br/><br/>Maybe she hadn’t meant to, at least not at first. But after her initial orgasm, she certainly<em>could</em>have tried to be quieter with Eric, and show Kaine the same respect she gave to her other lover.<em>But now wasn’t the time to fix things.</em>Not while the robotic woman stood between them. Kaine’s questions were adept, and similar to her own. Though<em>he</em>seemed less surprised by the woman’s presence. Likely due to his participation in the war.<br/><br/><em>The Command Corps?</em>Is that what Barry referred to the founders as behind their backs, or was that just…<em>Antigone’s</em>interpretation of them? She rather spoke like a robot, too. “Why were you uncomfortable?” Marley asked her immediately, concerned, then realized that her being in nothing but Eric’s t-shirt probably wasn’t<em>helping</em>Antigone’s comfort levels. She wrapped her bare arms around her waist, her black, clean tattoo in full view as she held his t-shirt as low on her hips as possible. “I’m Marley, by the way,” as if she just remembered to introduce herself. The youthful woman shifted in the desert sand, “and your armor sounds… high tech.” So high tech she didn’t really understand what Antigone was explaining. Or where she had come from in the first place.<em>Did she say she was half-human?</em>She wondered what the other half was. “I’ll…” Marley began, but stopped then herself from moving closer, “refrain from inspecting your armor myself, for now, until I’m better dressed.” Marley blinked, cleared her throat, and tried her best not to look directly at Kaine.<em>Fuck</em>.<br/><br/>She tried to shift the conversation to something other than sex. “Since you are interested in joining the Cathedral, Antigone, we have some questions for you too.” She did glance at Kaine then, before dropping her bright blue eyes to Antigone’s face.<em>The hot desert air still felt funny.</em>Neither Antigone or Kaine seemed to notice, which bothered her slightly. “But, you may ask your questions of us first.” Marley wondered if she was just dehydrated.