<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Antigone Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong><br/><strong>NOTE:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Barry/closed<br/><hr/><br/>Antigone rolled as her hand caressed her cheek where his lips had been. "You are an intense one, I just mean that when you contemplate an action you should also take into consideration the cost, the consequence, and the repercussions. You are not in my bed yet," she thought about that, then smiled up at him as he nestled her head in his lap. "You know what I mean. I just say that these should not be surprises, spontaneous. And don't worry, if I feel that I am drawn to someone else, I will let you know. I may need an outside opinion and perspective to mine as I explore this side of self."<br/><br/>She wrapped her fingers within his, her eyes taking in his features from this view and not displeased. Broad shoulders, smooth lines, aesthetic appeal, strong cheekbones without the hard nose or chin, this was a face she could study. "You are going to have to share time. I will not neglect my work. This Cathedral has accepted me, I must be worthy of it. That means I contribute, apparently I study, and if needed I defend it. You must do the same if you are to be worthy of me. Perhaps I will take you up on the combat classes, once I see what we are offered here and the time constraints."<br/><br/>Raising her sable brown eyes to meet his chocolate brown, "Hunk was a joke, I saw it on a candy bar once, and one of the girls back at MIT said her boyfriend was one. Barry works. Should I need the My qualifier? Will I have competition for your eye? Perhaps there is another Barry and you fear I may be confused?" She teased, though her question was in part in earnest. He was a good looking young man, if there were women about, they would rarely be blind, or as Antigone noticed, even dressed.<br/><br/>She rose, rolling from her rest, to rise, his hand still in hers. "Barry, for now give me rest, a bath, alone. Then we shall see about other nicknames." Again she felt playful, not like her at all, as she led him to rise with her.