TIME WARP: Everything in this world I'd forgotten (Open)

[Takchawee Ominotago]

"You could still go," Tak mentioned with a small shrug. "I only went to community college for a couple of years. It's not as expensive as a University, and there are people of all ages that attend classes there." Of course, it still cost a lot of money, and one couldn't make a person go if they had no drive. "I could help you," she said, more softly. "If... It's something you ever want to do. Opening a business. I know a bit how it works now."

She reached across the table and laid her hand over Oriel's, giving it a supporting squeeze. "If you ever want to talk about... You know... I'm a very good listener." Tak just knew it would take a lot to get him to open up. Tak didn't want him to try to hide things from her, no matter how hard they would be to hear. It wasn't fair for him to have to keep it all locked up. Inside, deep down, Tak felt like he was still a sad, lonely boy, just wanting someone in the world to love him and for him to love back.

And he'd lost that....

Tak went back to finishing her food after she gave her offer. She really did hope something like that would at least make him a little happier. Or, at least, a little less.... Apathetic. When he pressured her into being more clear about what she wanted, Tak cleared her throat and managed to sit up a little straighter. "I can't think of anyone better," she told him slowly, formulating her reasons. "We already have a connection. I know your.... History of abandonment would make you more loyal than probably anyone else I could pick." Tak smiled. "It would be beautiful, between you and me." She looked up at him. "And maybe... Maybe a child could help you too, Oriel. I could take care of it mostly on my own. I have the stability. And I... I want to raise a child." Tak took her last couple bites and stood, brushing her hand against the table as she went to stand beside Oriel. "And I still trust you," she said quietly, lifting her hand to gently brush against the man's jaw.

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Going back to school…guess it was something he could think about. Eventually. “Would they even let someone like me in?” he asked seriously. He honestly didn’t know what school policies there were concerning convicted felons. He knew there were a lot of places, a lot of options, opportunities he no longer had simply for that fact. “Thank you,” he said, returning to his meal. It was an idea. Oriel didn’t know if he’d go through with any of it though.

Oriel didn’t need to be told that Tak was a good listener. She’d been there for Oriel countless times in the past, when he was young and constantly distressing over himself. But still…Oriel could say he appreciated the offer. Knowing that she would be there for him if he needed it was reassuring. Even though, again, he didn’t know if he’d take her up on it. Oriel talked about his problems even less now than he did when he was a boy.

The man had an idea of what she meant, but Oriel always preferred people to be clear and direct with their thoughts and intentions. It was so much easier for him to understand people when they were straightforward with him. Oriel always said, the easiest way to get him to do something thing was to tell him straight up. Or ask. Implications and passive aggressiveness either got no response or…well, in the past, they’d gotten an angry response from him. Oriel didn’t do that much anymore, he just simply did what he’d done just now with Tak. Ask for clarification.

If only he’d been mature enough to do that when he was a kid. It probably could have saved him a lot of heartache.

Tak was right, however. No matter the circumstances, Oriel would never have a child and leave it behind. He just never thought he’d make a good father overall. And with his emotional history, Oriel had just gotten it into his head that it’d be best if he never passed on his genes. But now…Oriel still didn’t think he’d make a good father, but he knew that Tak would make an excellent mother. And maybe she was right? Maybe it would help him? At the very least, it’d give him something to do for the next eighteen years. Oriel stared down into his food as he considered before looking up to the beautiful brunette beside him. “If you’re sure…then I’m alright with it.”

He left what was there on his plate and instead stood up to meet her gaze, to reciprocate her touches by brushing his own palm against her supple cheeks. “Tak…” Oriel didn’t hesitate as he leaned down and gently place his lips over Tak’s, as if to seal the arrangement. She tasted...familiar.

[Takchawee Ominotago]

Tak tapped her fork against her lower lip thoughtfully. "I'm sure there would be some sort of process, but I wouldn't think they just plain wouldn't allow you to go," she mused. She really wasn't sure. He'd served his time, and had come out the other side looking - and feeling - like there was nothing worth living for anymore. She had very little doubt he would ever harm anyone again. "I can look into it, if you'd like. I have some friends at Greenview."

It was amazing how much he'd matured, she thought, but in such horrible circumstances. Maybe if she'd been there more for him when they were younger, urged him more to look for help before he really exploded... Maybe none of this would have happened. Tak didn't know why she felt such personal blame. Maybe because she'd promised she would always be there for him no matter how bad it got. Because she still knew him, or at least, had known him, better than she had known anyone. A lot had happened between now and then, but she felt like the longer they talked, the more things might be able to settle back into something like they used to have.

She wasn't too worried about Oriel's genes, not like he was. Tak was confident that she would be a great mother, and raise any child with the sort of independence, self-control, and kindness that she had been taught as a child herself. She just needed someone to help her with the creation of her daughter or son, and the opportunity was presenting itself to her now. "I'm sure," she said firmly.

Her heart lifted at his agreement, and as he stood, taking her face in his hands. Tak's green eyes met his dark ones when he said her name, and then his mouth was against hers, and it was like nothing had changed. Her fingers curled into his hair, her body molded to his, and all she could think of was that she wanted more. "Come," she breathed when they pulled apart, gently tugging him in the direction of her fabric-draped bedroom.

Once there, Tak led Oriel towards her bed, her fingers toying with the hem of his shirt, tentatively, as though to draw out this sweet, nostalgic moment. "Take off your shirt for me?" she breathed, lips lingering against the man's neck.

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Oriel had long since gotten over his reading difficulties, so it wasn’t that he didn’t have the ability to go. He was just pretty convinced that they wouldn’t admit him into the school due to his background. But the prospect of being allowed to go wasn’t unsavory. The thought of using that education to open a restaurant was even attractive. However, he’d be foolish to get his hopes up when he knew that chances of any of this happening were sorely against him. Still, it couldn’t hurt to find out.

“Okay,” he said with a nod. If he ever felt like smiling these days, Oriel would have just now. “Thank you.” He turned back to his meal, aiming for the wine this time. Slow, gentle sips, he reminded himself.

"I'm sure.”

And that settled it. If she was ready for it, then Oriel was willing. “You’re going to be a great mother,” he said honestly. Her first child was simply born under unfortunate circumstances. For this one, for their child, Tak had the stability and the means to be the mother she wanted to be. And she had Oriel this time. Oriel had his doubts still of how much of a father he could be to any child, but he’d do his best and see it through.

The two of them would see each other through it.

Oriel drank her in, gently, not at all with the same roughness that he’d had as a boy. Oriel had long since outgrown that, he felt. Now, he was content just to feel the presence of someone else pressed up against him. The feel of another combing their fingers through his hair, someone who could play the part of his most important person. That was another thing that hadn’t changed, he supposed. But Tak…she was important. So the fact that this wasn’t a farce pairing made him treasure it even more. Treasure her.

When they parted, he kept his eyes on her petite figure as she let him to the bedroom, his desire already starting to show through his slacks. His lips twitched into the beginnings of a smile. “Alright,” he said. Oriel took her in for one more tempting kiss before taking one, two steps back and smoothly pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his exceptionally toned torso.

There was little to do when one was locked up, so it was unsurprising that he far more shaped now than he’d ever been as a boy. He still had his old tattoo adorning his back, along with the promise mark he’d gotten on his wrist. But still scattered across his arms and back, one even just above the line where his abs met his legs, there was an assortment of ink which had accumulated over the years. He let the shirt fall to the ground and stood there, allowing Tak to take in his long, unseen form.

[Takchawee Ominotago]

Tak smiled softly at the compliment. "I have confidence that I will be." Otherwise, she wouldn't even be trying to conceive. The Native girl really felt that she was destined to be a mother and raise her own child, even if she never wanted to settle down with a man (or a woman). That just wasn't the sort of lifestyle she wanted. However, she was glad that the child's father would be in the picture this time, if only for the sake of trying to raise it in a somewhat 'normal' family.

She was enjoying this softer side to the man. Tak hadn't expected him to be as rough and excitable as he was as a boy, but this amount of gentleness was a little surprising. She almost hoped he would get a little more aggressive once they got to the actual lovemaking; Tak still enjoyed that to some extent.

The ghost of a smile playing around Oriel's lips made Tak's heart lift. She wanted to make him smile like that as much as she could. She met his lips with another kiss before pulling away to watch him strip off his top. When she was greeted with the full beauty of it, Tak involuntarily let out a slight gasp.

He'd been pretty built as a boy, but that was nothing compared to what she was seeing now. Tak's eyes were wide as she traced over the lines of his body; he was like living art, and she wanted to paint more on him. "You will have to be a canvas for me later," she breathed, reaching out to run her fingers down his stomach. Henna would look beautiful on such a toned figure.

Once she was done admiring his beauty (at least for the moment), Tak went to pull off her own top, revealing a still-curvy but petite figure that wasn't too different from her childhood, except perhaps from a few extra inches here and there. She didn't care that she wasn't exceptionally tiny - she found that many men and women liked the extra meat on her bones. Along her side, her own henna design showed; she'd only painted it a few days ago, so it was still quite dark. An assortment of other tattoos and piercings riddled her body - the dream catcher on her own back was still there, along with the music note on her collarbone, but there were several new ones around her ribs, arm, and, Oriel would see later, legs. Her bellybutton was pierced, as was a very sensitive area that some might cringe to see.

Tak gave Oriel a few moments to look over her before she stepped up to him again, pulling their waists close together as she kissed his chest. She gently grasped his hands and settled them on her hips, urging him to pick her up and put her on the bed so they could get this started.

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“Just like old times,” he said, referring to the moments when Tak would paint henna upon the boy’s back or stomach, usually in the shape of what she perceived to be as his spirit animal. A lion. Oriel remembered he used to like those designs. He couldn’t imagine not liking them.

One thing that definitely hadn’t changed since he was in prison was Oriel appeal for the female body. That was something that he still enjoyed immensely. So when Tak exposed herself to him, Oriel didn’t hide how he looked the woman up and down, taking in her curves and softness, despite those signs that came with aging; Oriel still thought she was just as beautiful as the first day he laid eyes upon her. Just as much as when he’d seen her body deformed and distended with the promise of a child. Oriel always thought that Tak looked the most beautiful when she was pregnant. Even with the modifications she had made to her body, Oriel still thought she was beautiful. There was little, he thought, she could do to make him think anything of the contrary.

When she approached, like she’d always done in the past, Oriel allowed that same little grin of pleasure creep onto his lips as he pressed his hips strongly against hers and slid his hand down her plush curves until they settled on her waist where he gave a very generous squeeze. They further descended to her plump buttock, where they hooked clean under her thighs and lifted the small woman from the floor so that he could carry her to the bed at his own will. Oriel’s breathing had already become noticeably deeper, the anticipation of their intimate connection tickling his stomach and more.

Oriel dove in once again into a never ending, desperate kiss, as he proceeded to remove the only barriers left between himself and her natural beauty. Clothes were flung to the side and Oriel arched himself above the woman who was barely half his size. “I missed this,” he rasped out, looking down upon the fullness of her naked body. Then he dove in once again, taking her breath with his own lips, and letting his passionate movements drive the small temptress into ecstasy.