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    Salome never really got out of her bathing suit, oh for bed time and for general school she changed, but during the day clothes were optional.  Especially on hot days like this one, leaning on the door frame, she chewed on her lip and shifted her bag and towel from one arm to another.  It was dark outside, and so she hoped the pool would be empty, who else would be swimming at night:?  Glancing outside, she sighed and then looked back toward the bedroom.

    "Mortie!  C'mon!"

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After she had feasted gently on his mouth, she pulled back and looked at him. Swallowing hard she reached up and gently brushed his wet hair from his forehead. Why did this have to be so difficult? If he was just like all the other men who passed her by, hell if he was just like all the men who grabbed at her this whole thing would be easy. She could have just moved on, without thinking twice about him. But he wasn't he was actually intimate with her, she felt with him things she hadn't with anyone else.

Licking her lips she watched his mouth very careful and finally spoke, her voice soft and low. "Mortie, I - I care about you. I adore you. I know it may sound silly, or childish, but I wanted to tell you. I know you are older then me," her voice tightened a little bit at that part. "And sometimes you get nervous that I'm not eighteen yet. But I wanted to tell you, I think it's important not to let fear hold you back. So I don't know how you feel, but I wanted to tell you how I do." Smiling she cleared her throat a little bit and then pressed close to him.

It was almost a hug, but it was more to hide her blushing cheeks and her embarrassment that she might have just spilled her guts to a man who was waiting to get rid of her. No, she had to do it, she had to say what she felt.

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If it were possible, he managed to hold her just that little bit closer and tighter after her outburst. Her words were sweet, sincere and heartfelt, he believed that. Trusted her that much and it warmed him to hear her say she cared, adored him even.

He turned his head to kiss her temple and then he pulled back, pulled her away from him so that he could see her face. "I worry about our age difference for a lot of reasons. Yes, because of the moral and ethical implications--I know I'm a horrible judge of right and wrong sometimes. So I worry about things other people are able to trust instinctively." Mortie ran a finger down the side of her face, across her chin and the dropped his hand to the top of her chest and slowly slid it over until his palm rested firmly over her heart. "But that's not the only reason I worry about you being so young. I've done a lot of things you haven't experienced yet, made choices you haven't made yet and if we're together I worry that you'll make choices based on what I might want an not what's best for you. I don't want you to miss out on something better because you're with me."

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"Mortie, you have a stronger moral compass then anyone I have ever met. You have treated me with so much respect, even when I would have been content with you just having your way with me and then . . ." She gave a little, embarrassed shrug. "Tossed me away, please don't ever doubt yourself in that regard, you are such a good person."

Taking a deep breath she looked down at his hand and then gently put her hand on top of his. She could even feel the beating of her heart through both their palms and her smile grew as she watched him. "I am a strong person, I'll do what I want, what I think is best for me. But I like your guidance, I like having someone like you around, who has been through it all, who knows the pitfalls. I'm not saying I'll avoid all of them, but I want your help. You have me thinking about college, and not just because it's something "Everyone should do." But because you think I'm smart enough to do it."

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He studied their hands on her chest, fanned the fingers of his other hand across her back just to touch more of her. "You're the only one who thinks that way. At least the only one who knows what I've done who thinks that way. Anyone else seems to think I'm some sort of perfected, deranged sicko for falling in love with pretty dead girls. They'll talk to me but keep their distance..."

He'd probably always doubt his own judgment in many regards and in a myriad of subjects, but he'd always trust his heart. He licked his lips, "I don't know how to use people. I don't want to learn. I care about you. And I like caring about you...even if I screw this up. I do care."

Her standards must be so low, he couldn't help but wince at some of her words. "Don't ever be content with someone treating you badly, it's not worth it. It's better to be...alone than that." Of course, being so alone over being treated badly is what pushed him into necromance to begin with...

He looked up at her when she spoke of college and then he kissed the tip of her nose. "I'd offer you advice and help even if we weren't in a...well, even if I weren't hoping to be in a relationship with you. I do think you should go to college. It doesn't even matter if you have the best grades, you'll still get something out of the experience. I do think you'd do well though, you just have to want it. Grades aren't really about being smart, it's just putting in the effort to do the assigned work. Showing up to class. en durance."

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With her free hand she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and took a deep breath. "How can I judge you for doing something like that? Especially when I know my own history? When my dad touches me?" She choked out the words, it was odd saying them like that, but she wanted to show him that he wasn't the only one that was regarded as a freak or a sicko. "I don't want to stay away from you, Mortie, I want to understand you, because I think you can understand me too."

Shaking her head she smiled a little as she moved forward to kiss his forehead and then one eyebrow before the other one. "I was raised that way, this is the first time anyone has been nice to me, I mean, shown me that I am worth something more then just a sex toy." Sitting back, she looked at him. "I know it sounds dirty, but that's what it is."

"I want to be in a relationship with you, and I want you to give me advice. I don't know what to do once I graduate, and I know, I know I couldn't go back to working with my father." With her free hand she reached up and cupped his cheek gently and finally gave him a bright smile. "I do want it, but it's nice to have someone to have confidence in you."

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He couldn't help blanching when she mentioned what her father did to her. He can't understand that, but he doesn't hold it against her, as far as he is concerned she's a victim in that scenario and not a guilty party to it. He doubted anyone rational would see her as anything but such. "I don't want you to understand it the way I do. I just want you to know that I want to put it behind me and move forward with my life."

"People should always be nice to you." And he didn't just mean in sexual relationships though he hated that she saw herself as a toy or plaything. "You are far more than a sex toy. You aren't even that. At all. You're a person.

My

person."

He turned his head to kiss her palm. "If you don't want to stay in New York, you can stay here with me." He'd give her that out even if it was only a means to get away from her father. If it were just a chance for her to start her own life.

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A slow smile spread over her lips and she nodded, keeping her eyes glued to the moving water and their bodies under it. "I didn't mean it like that, Mortie, but I am glad that you have decided to move on. I know you can do it, you don't have to be with those girls any more. You can be with me instead."

Her gaze lifted to his face when she spoke about how she should be treated. It was so strange hearing a person talk about her as if she had some worth. When he personalized the last part she grinned widely, she couldn't help it, nodding in agreement she spoke. "I'm your person."

She didn't lose her grin as she went to hug him, pressing her lips against his throat she lingered there for a moment. When she pulled back she touched his lips once more with her fingers. "Thank you, Mortie, thank you for giving me an out." Leaning forward she pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss.

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He kissed her just as deeply and when they finally broke apart, he cleared his throat gently and smiled. "We should ah...probably get out of the pool before we end up waterlogged."

And go back to his apartment so that he can be alone with her without the worry of someone seeing them or complaining about people misusing the pool.

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"Not a big fan of prunes?" Laughing she slowly pushed away from him and made her way to the stairs. Fixing her bathing suit, she slowly climbed out and trotted back to their things. Wrapping the towel around herself she made sure to get as much water as possible.

When she was semi dry she took her flip flops from her bag and put them on before shoving her dry clothes back into her bag.

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He got out of the pool right behind her and dried off in a similar fashion, putting his shoes and shirt back on after he was try then rubbing at his hair with the damp towel. He knew he'd be in the shower as soon as they went back to the apartment, but he still didn't want to drip all over the place.

As he watched her gather her things, he tried to picture them doing this or any other sort of routine together, as a couple. Tried to imagine what it would be like to actually share his life with someone, his living space. How hard would it be?

Smiling at her once she was all packed up, Mortie grabbed his keys and headed for the gate, "You never did say what you did all day...did you really just go to the beach?"

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She walked with him, nodding her head a little as she tried to get a comb through it. "Yes, oh, I wandered around a used book store for awhile, I found a really neat book about paintings. So I looked at that when I got home."

The book store was an accident, she had to use the rest room and sort of stumbled into the place. Of course she couldn't use the rest room without buying something so she grabbed the nearest book she could find it. It was about impressionists painters, the freak find had intruiged her and she had spent the better part of the evening reading it.

"Maybe I'll go to school for art," she remarked as they walked back up to his door. "I could do that, right?"

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He grinned at her mentioning the book store. "Yeah? And sure, even if you don't have any actual artistic ability you can always study art history and things like that." He gave her a curious look, considering, "Do you draw? Paint?"

He realized that he really didn't know much about her interests or hobbies, if she had any beyond swimming and boating. They really should spend more time talking and less time trying to push the limits of their physical relationship. That's what normal people did, wasn't it?

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She shook her head and then gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. "No, I'm not very artistically inclined, I mean I can see it in my head but I can't seem to get my fingers to do it. You know what I mean?"

When they got inside, she carefully took off her flip flops and set them aside. She was becoming very aware of how he wanted things, how they should be in place and was trying hard to respect that. "I think people who can do things with their hands are great, artists, musicians, even doctors. I mean you have to have steady hands to sew people up and cut them open, right?" Turning her head, she smiled at him expectantly.

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"Yeah, I know what that's like. It takes practice." He shrugged as he continued to walk through the apartment, intent on taking a shower and getting clean before doing anything else. "Steady, trained hands. It's all learned skill and muscle memory, really. Precision is really just having patience."

He went into the bathroom and folded the wet pool towel, added his wet clothes on top of that and left them stacked on the counter as he turned on the shower. Hot.

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"Well I'm not very good with patience, I guess that's my real weakness." Maybe it was a teenage thing, but she could never really concentrate on one thing long enough to get really good at it. Except swimming and boating, but that was because she didn't have anything else to do down there.

She watched him head to the bathroom and thought about going after him, but hung back. Walking to the bedroom, she stripped down out of her bathing suit and put it in her towel so nothing else could get wet. Pulling on a big tee-shirt she roamed up and down the hallway, humming to herself as she waited her turn.