Anguish

Noah nodded slightly, her confidence ringing in his ears. He's never really had a chance to introduce Camile to Teanna. He wonders how they'd get along. They are both so bold, unique people. Perhaps they would get along. If not, they would try for his sake, right? Camile, headstrong and intrepid, is no light-weight. She's caught him off guard many times, just as Teanna had. They would get along, because they are so alike. Indeed, they really are alike. As he thought of this, Noah's doubts of their compatibility lessened, and eventually diminished.

"From what you see, how do you think our kids'll be like?" Noah smiled, glancing to the sleeping babies. Little Noah, so aggressive even as a baby. The girl is more like Teanna. How would they be like upon aging?

-Teanna turned her head, watching the young children sleep in each others' arms. Despite Noah's violent acts every once a while, he seemed very fond of his little sister. She was his little sister. He was five minutes older than her! "I think they'll love each other to the end. I'm sure Bella'll get smacked every once in a while by her brother, but they'll get along well. As for...other people, well..>We'll have to see when they grow up. I sure hope they'll be nice." Teanna turned her head and smiled at her lover once more. She adored him, completely, head-over heels, so very in love with him.

Teanna closed her eyes, and she shifted down lower, burying her face in his chest. She liked the scent of fresh laundry, combined with the scent of his skin. She giggled and tugged up on his shirt, lifting it up so her head could rest against the bare skin of his chest. "Better."-

Noah gazed at their kids, deep in thought. Maybe now is the time to speak of something that worried him. His arms draped around her shoulders, and he brushed his fingers against her fine hair. He smiled, rubbing the back of her head lightly. "I remember once talking to Camile about Muido Shinoji." Noah still addresses his father by his full name, instead of calling him father, or even on first name terms. He's in no way dear to his father, period. Noah hesitated, then cleared his throat.

"She told me that though he's some sort of genius with his powers," Noah thought of his abilities, of which some he inherited from Muido Shinoji. The paradigm strings, which let him see seconds into the future when under stress, or just sponteaneously. The realm twisting that he never really mastered, and so much more that he wasn't able to tap into. "He had some sort of talking defect, and his mind was .. kind of messed-up." Noah feared awhile ago that this would happen to him, but now that he think about it, he's more scared of it appearing in his kids.

"What if...?"

-Teanna's eyes widened, and she looked back to little Noah. Indeed, it would've been an issue. And the pyrokinesis. But....What of her issues. Teanna gulped as she looked back to her lover. "That doesn't scare me as much as the idea of them blowing stuff up when they imagine monsters..." She remembered her childhood, and yes, she happened to make quite a few unfortunate things explode. And no, they weren't objects. They happened to be pets. Teanna winced and immediately buried her face back against his chest. She much hated that picture, that horrific image. Her past had been strange because of her. Her doing. Her fault. Her inability to keep said cursed power at bay.

"They won't... They won't...They'll be normal..." Teanna whispered, holding tightly onto him as she slowly tilted her head back. She looked up to him and pressed her lips together, unsure of what expression to show.-

Noah analyzed Teanna's reaction with blank composure. He would stay calm, be steady, for her sake. She would have him to lean on, even if she can't appease herself. Noah glanced to their children, laying nearby. "But think of how it'd be like as they get older, and more disciplined. We can train them ourselves." Noah could see it. Their kids, though at a younger age seemingly cursed by the abilities from both sides, would be blessed upon adulthood; they would have the means of protection, and certainly help them in any dangerous situations.

Noah took Teanna's hand, lifting it to kiss her palm. "Though I suspect, that Bella would be petite like you." Noah chuckled, gazing affectionately down at Teana's small figure.

-Teanna nodded softly. He was right. They could train them. As long as they always knew what was happening, well...they would always be safe. Safe, and loved. So there would be no need for fear, nor hate. They would be taught respect and love. Teanna's lips curled into an innocent smile as she looked up into his eyes. She never really saw herself as a 'petite'. But ever since being with him, she'd become accustomed to that name. She didn't think she fit the petite type. Well, she just ne'er thought on it. But she loved the way he looked at her, the way he admired her figure as though he could hardly keep his curious fingers off.

Teanna giggled and nodded "She might."-

Noah slid lower, kissing along her shoulders. "Do you think our kids would someday remember what we do in front of them?" Noah smiled faintly, tracing a finger up and down her side. He kissed her slight breasts, throwing the covers over them, but not over the kids beside her. His curious fingers tugged at her nightgown, feeling the texture of it. "How long has it been?" He meant it as how long has it been since they last made love. He glanced up to her, resting his chin upon her chest. His arms wrapped around her, and he wiggled slightly under the blankets.

"How long has it been?"

-Teanna's cheeks reddened slightly at the idea. It would indeed be quite strange if their children were to remember. "I sure hope not. But..they might not." Teanna knew that most childhood memories are slowly erased past the age of 7, and then age 13. The brain just worked in very strange ways. She bit the corner of her lips and glanced down to him, shuddering as his warm breath heated up the thin fabric of her nightgown, and her breasts. "Three...Three weeks I believe." The words made her lift her eyebrows, it had been such a very, very long time. Too long actually.

Teanna rolled over, pulling him on top of her to wrap her arms tightly around him. She liked the feel of his body against her. Not necessarily in lust, she just like that feeling. It was a very strange thing to like, but he warmed her.-

"It would be .. slightly disturbing if they do remember someday." Noah was tugging up idly on her night-gown, revealing her thighs to him. He glanced up to her briefly, then down to her thigh. His fingers brushed against the skin of her thigh, "Three ... three weeks, has it been?" Noah gulped, feeling his breathing become heavy with each passing second. Then Noah was ontop of her, the weight of his warm bulk pressing down on her. He smiled, brushing the tip of his nose daintily against the side of her neck, up and down repeatedly.

Until alas, Noah's rapid breathing became evident. His heated breath poured against her flesh, and his eyes fluttered, then closed. "Three weeks is a long time." Noah, not always the most eloquent in words or courtship, felt the awkwardness creep upon him. "...Is it not?"

"Oh yes, they would be scarred for ever." Teanna grinned at him, then bit on the corner of her lips as she felt his fingertips against her bare thigh. She had missed him, so very much. His passionate kisses, the feel of him inside her. "Indeed, three weeks..." She licked her lips as her legs involuntarily spread, "...is a terribly long time." Teanna slowly lifted her legs, placing them around his waist, keeping him against her. She leaned her head back, pushing it against the pillows. She much liked the feel of his breath against her skin, it tickled, but it made her so very warm.

Teanna smiled at the fact that just a few short moments ago he had been so angry, so filled with hate, and now he was on top of her, her nightgown rolled up around her waist, legs wrapped around him, and almost begging for his touch. Maybe they just couldn't really be angry at each other.-

Noah barely heard Teanna, for he was staring intently at her legs, watching the spreading motion. He felt his own heartbeat, rapid and loud; Noah almost fears that Teanna would hear his heart in the darkness of the room. His fingers clutched her night-gown, causing wrinkles to appear. Noah took a deep breath, releasing her night-gown to trail the tip of his index finger along the edges of her panties, along the fine design upon it, feeling the texture.

"Perhaps it is..." Noah leaned down, kissing at her breasts. His flesh called for her. Hips aligning, Noah rubbed himself idly against her; his manhood changed beneath his layers of clothing, becoming erect to bulge against her. "Perhaps it is too long." Noah offered a bashful smile, and drew circular motions against her clitoris, eyes locked upon hers.