Craig moved the plates and their utensils away from where they were sitting, placing them farther back on the coffee table. He then moved to Peg, unwrapping her from the sheet as if she were made from bone China, careful and slow movements until she was bare. He reached her her, touching and bringing her with him, laying back across the couch, her atop his body. He lay flat and she lay above him, one of her knees to his side, her head atop his chest. It was like this that he then covered them with the nearby sheet.<br/><br/><em>I was born here, raised and schooled here. My parents have passed, they were good and honest people, just not long to this world. My mother was first, father not long after, I was younger and had not come into being who I am today. </em><br/><br/>He played with the ends of her hair, a compromise considering he was used to running his fingers through hair, and her dreads prohibited that. He was not speaking loudly, a simple house voice that she could hear normally, and also through his chest as he spoke.<br/><br/><em>I don't have any siblings, I have never been married. The scar on my hip, the skin grafts, that happened when I was hit and knocked out as an EMT, it was a really bad fire, we lost several good people that day. As for your continued fascination with feathers. I am a healer, I deal mostly with the aspect of this world,but I can commune with spirits and I can also affect the minds of humanity. I have only shared the sight with you, nothing without your permission.... And yes, certain things that I am able to do have very... naughty applications. </em><br/><br/>He chuckled at the last part, giving hint to the fact he was talking more to bed sports than breaking laws of any kind. He kept his voice simple as he spoke, enjoying the feeling of peg laying atop him. Later they would sleep side by side, his arm around her as long as she would allow.