<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/09/davis.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Barthaholmew Alvin Creed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15290256#msg15290256)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Jean and shirt<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Listening in<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Antigone<br/><hr/><br/>"Is intense good or bad?"  He asked.   He was listening to her and he wondered did she seem him as a consequence or a repercussion?  He smirked thinking about being in her bed.  "But I am in your bed now?"  He blushed at her words.  "So our interactions should be planned, so we have to schedule our trysts?"  He calmed glad for that bit of information for sure.  "Ok."<br/><br/>He liked her fingers being linked with his own and he pulled her hand to his and kissed her side.  "That is fair, I will work us around your schedule. I do what I can and as you say, I do wish to be a worthy mate to you Antigone.  Fair enough."  He responded to the offer of combat classes.<br/><br/>"So I should be glad that you didn't see mounds or almond joy then?"  He teased, he smiled but he paused.  "No I am yours." He said leaving out the other piece of that thought.<strong><em> 'Nobody else wants me.'</em></strong>He said.<br/><br/>"I will be next door, there are towels there.  Just call or come see me when, we can spend time with one another."  Barry couldn't help the light kiss of her lips as he stood with her feeling her in his arms and her hand still within her own.<br/>