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Logan Blackwood
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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 28, 2013 0:00:46 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Nov 28, 2013 0:00:46 GMT -5

1833 Hours
Occidental Grill and Seafood
Washington, DC

Logan smiled as she offered her assistance in finding his mother. "thanks, I would like that, some day." he said quietly. He had no idea what he would do with any information he gained. She'd likely be fairly aged by now, but still - a piece of Logan needed some form of closure, even if it was as simple as a grave he could put flowers on. He never had a strong relationship with his father. It was always all about work. It didn't matter if that meant his work, or Logan's studies. When Logan left the Air Force, however, His father offered him the job at G4S that lead to his founding love for the brain.

The next string of responses from the young lady flipped a switch in his brain, opening up the darker side, where sirens flee in the moonlight. She played along well with his rather bold statement, and teased him on into the future - and it's many, many possibilities. She was making this fun. Logan immediately wished he wasn't bound within the confines of a public place such as this, but it was probably ultimately for the better - as with patience comes satisfaction. He took another oyster in hand, and slurped it down.

"Of course the brain can have an orgasm. At least I believe so." he took a drink from his wine, and returned to tracing the rim of the glass, not firm enough to cause the crystal to sing, rather gently. "MD's may claim that 'the big o' is simply muscles contracting, but it's so much more than that. It's a flood of chemicals in the brain, it's a strong emotional attraction, and a primal instinct. It's a rapid heart beat, and above all -" he teased, holding ransom the rest of his diagnosis. He took another drink from his wine, carefully setting the glass down, and eating another oyster. He licked his lips, and smiled. "it's anticipation."

His eyes glistened as he smiled, letting out a tiny laugh, a subtle grace-note to preclude the following. "So if a woman can have different kinds of orgasm, in a sexual nature, I believe anyone can have different kinds of orgasms, relating to a wide range of other things, food included." he wasn't entirely sure what he was saying made any sense to her, or himself for that matter, but he liked the sound of it. "Especially when you consider the power food can have. Oysters are said to be an aphrodisiac, along with a myriad of other foods. And then there are things that conjure thoughts just by the thought of them," he paused, just enough, and finished with "for example, toppings, like whipped cream, or chocolate syrup."

Logan couldn't remember the last time he had been so candid with someone, even someone he was on a date with. Something about the young Azalea was just so, inviting, to these thoughts. Thankfully they were at least in the same book, if not on the same page, otherwise what he just said may have come across a bit creepy. Maybe it still did. He wasn't entirely sure, and that was part of what made it so amusing.

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 28, 2013 11:23:00 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Nov 28, 2013 11:23:00 GMT -5

1834 Hours
Occidental Grill and Seafood
Washington, DC

Azalea had to admit, this was not where she saw the conversation heading - not that she was disappointed by any means. When it came to talks of this nature, the young woman usually reserved it for those closest. You never knew how someone took talking about sexual stuff. you had to gauge it. Usually it took awhile for people to cross into conversations like this, but it seemed that Logan didn't mind diving into that depth so soon. It wasn't like they were talking about doing the act its self - more like dancing around it and teasing. A brighter shade of pink splashed across the cheeks once more as Logan explained his thoughts. She wasn't sure why it was making her blush. It wasn't like she had never talked about such things. Maybe it was the fact he was still someone new, and for a moment, remember he was the XO of Hoover.

Wiping the mouth, Azalea picked up the glass and leaned back in the chair, tilting the head slightly while listening. "You forgot the emotional connection and the physical release as well. I mean, why do you think so many are so relaxed afterwards? They have said, it is the best way to relieve any amount of stress." The brunette smirked slightly, raising the brows and taking a sip. It wasn't till the liquid was sliding down the throat the realization of what she just said hit. There was most likely an untold amount of stress that came with being a XO. Oh great. Way to imply that. Yet again, another moment the lieutenant wanted to be swallowed up by the floor.

Slowly Azalea nodded, setting down the glass, stabbing another scallop, and taking a bite. "Why do you think.." pausing for a moment to swallow the rest of the scallop, "So many women love chocolate? It's said to help release those hormones that go hand in hand with that." The young woman heard the last part of the sentence, bit the bottom lip, gazing down for a moment. Interesting scenerios were playing through the mind at this moment. Scenes that involved the two of them doing very interesting things indeed. They were scenes many would probably yell at her for because one, he was a good amount older, and two he was the XO of Hoover. Neither of that mattered right now. You can't help what your heart starts to feel, and right now, it was feeling a lot for the man across the table. Right or wrong didn't matter anymore. "I didn't realize this is some of the teaching they taught you as you studied to become a Behavioral Specialist. Very interesting. Might have to take a few classes if I ever have time." She gave him teasing wink, taking another sip of wine, now wondering where else this evening could lead. Since they had already stepped into that topic, one could only guess.

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 30, 2013 15:52:08 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Nov 30, 2013 15:52:08 GMT -5

1835 Hours
Occidental Grill and Seafood
Washington, DC

Logan smirked. "The training I received was mostly all college classes. Pretty boring, definitely dry. My particular finesse comes from experience, people watching, and inference. Deconstructing a target's mind, and developing a profile based on external and internal factors and variables may sound complicated, or disconnected, but it's as intimate an experience as making love, for me at least." he said, as he took a sip of wine, and his smirk transformed into an impish grin. "That's why I'm so passionate about my work." he added. If you didn't get personally involved and attached to a target, you could miss valuable clues needed to construct a proper profile.

The conversation was building in temperature, and tone. It would reach a crescendo before long, but this wasn't the place for that. Too many eyes. Logan didn't want an audience - not for that. He decided to alter the course of the conversation, at least temporarily. There would be time to complete the symphony later. There was always time for that. He was definitely surprised with Azalea's growing confidence and boldness. It fit her, but he guessed that she didn't spread her wings like this too often. He had seen her delve into boldness in anger, but this was another thing entirely. It had a delicate beauty to it, while at the same time - a primal flame.

"I highly recommend you look into a few classes. There are loads of practical applications for understanding the brain. Profiling is something of a niche, however. I had to carve out a place for myself at G4S, and the FBI runs a profiling operation, but a lot of professionals don't believe in the value of a sound profile. Physical evidence is sufficient, they claim." he felt like he was rambling, but she seemed at least a little interested in his life. "Physical is nice, physical is very nice, and fun, but you have to have the emotional, intimate parts too - otherwise you find yourself wanting more." he said, managing to slip more innuendo into the conversation. He didn't want her to think he was shying away from any potential fun.

"So, my dear.," he said, with that unmistakable tone of desire in his voice "where should our evening take us, now that our appetite for food has been satisfied?" It was a long drive home for him, and he was still marginally unsure if she was up for that, or if she would feel more comfortable staying local. It wasn't particularly late, but he felt confident that that she wasn't done with him, nor he, her. So many options presented themselves, and each deserved merit or note. Logan liked options.

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Dec 1, 2013 21:37:41 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Dec 1, 2013 21:37:41 GMT -5

1835 Hours
Occidental Grill and Seafood
Washington, DC

Azalea watched the way he talked about his job and could see the passion that was filled with every word. It caused the mind to wonder exactly what he was like at the most intimate of physical level. The brunette knew it was still too soon for the mind to the wandering that way, but with the way he was talking, it was hard not to guess and wonder - to have the imagination run away and think of those fantasies. Yeah sleep was going to be interesting tonight. Who knew what dreams would come up after their time together.

Finishing up the door, Azalea grabbed the glass of wine, leaning back in the seat, listening to what he was also saying about physical evidence. "Honestly, you can't have one without the other in my opinion. The reason for going into forensics, you sometimes can only go by what the evidence is telling you. Sometimes, you need the profile to be the completion of the evidence. If you only had one, you would never fully get all of the information." The lieutenant sipped the last of the wine, wiping the mouth then let out a relaxed sigh. Man he was good. Really good. He was really good at leaving someone guess, hanging, wanting more. This was really going to be interesting wherever this was headed. Something else this young woman wanted to find out. Definitely was going to be one great process along the way, that was for sure.

Hearing the question, Azalea sat up, trying to think about what to do next. Was it too soon to invite him back to her apartment? Or did that assume other things had to happen. Plus Lucas was the neighbor, so they would have to be careful with that. "Well, if you want. We can head over to my place. It's in Arlington, not too far away. Would give us a place to relax, maybe watch a movie without having to pay for it." The brunette gave a small shrug, biting the bottom lip, hoping that wasn't implying too much. You didn't have to do other things to have someone over. Great this was probably not a good suggestion and his mind was probably running away with him. Great job Andre. Way to make things more awkward. "OH and Lucas is my neighbor. Don't know if that puts a hinder or anything either." She prayed this wouldn't be one of the nights that Lucas needed saving, or that he need to crash on the couch. How would you explain that one. That would be even more awkward on both accounts.

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Dec 2, 2013 20:18:42 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Dec 2, 2013 20:18:42 GMT -5

1835 Hours
Occidental Grill and Seafood
Washington, DC

Logan looked across the table at his date. This evening was reaching terminal velocity and he loved every second of it. So often, he was forced to operate under an infinitely particular guise of authority and control. He tried to avoid emotion, tried to avoid showing human elements. In the military, he was cold and calculated, when he was a behavioral scientist - he calculated. This evening allowed him to escape casual calculations,

"Your place it is," he said, and thus began their exodus from the Occidental - the waitress was summoned, and accounts were settled. The pair made their way to the car, and they drove out of the city. Logan was relieved to depart, cities felt like a cramped elevator to him, and Arlington, while large, was nothing compared to the sprawl of DC. Smalltalk filled the cabin of the car, and Logan was genuinely surprised that she wasn't frightened at the notion of possibly being seen by another member of their team. He kept quiet about it, not wanting to further her anxiety.

1902 Hours
En-Route to Azalea's Appartment
Arlington, WV

The sat-nav in Logan's car guided them towards Azalea's apartment. Arlington was a nice place, and he might even have said he liked it - but the countryside was where his heart was. He downshifted the car as the speed limit was reduced to normal city-speeds. Driving slow was another thing he loathed. In the military, he never had to drive, but the drivers rarely obeyed speed limits when he was in a Humvee. When he worked for G4S, operating as a team leader, he often found himself at the wheel of the Ford Excursions that they fielded. He had something of a heavy foot, but it was necessary - when literally everyone could be a potential threat.

"I could never get used to the hustle-and-bustle of city life. I dunno what it is, but there is something vastly different about it. I could fall asleep at the flick of a switch in a rumbling and loud MC-130, but cars driving by, people slamming doors, I never could do it." He said, He rarely talked about his personal life, but Azalea had a way of draining him of information, specifics, and secrets without trying. He liked that about her. When you spend your life listening, and looking, you never have time to talk. It was nice, and necessary. Logan respected it. He respected her.

"When I was in Iraq, and Afghanistan, I rarely stayed on bases. We had safe houses we used in the cities, but they're really more like collections of houses. It was never fun there, always tense, but I'll admit that the silence of the night over there was amazing." he continued. It was the only thing he really appreciated about his time overseas. They had some good times, but mostly, it was shit. The bad far outweighed the good. He rarely had fond memories surface.

The GPS showed that they were arriving, so Logan directed the car into the parking lot. He assumed it was the parking lot anyways - he had a habit of parking wherever seemed appropriate. He had a habit of collecting traffic tickets too. It didn't bother him, he often lawyered them down to nothing. He directed the car into a parking space, shifted into neutral, and pressed the button for the parking brake. He shut off the engine, and looked over to Azalea. She was beautiful in her dance clothes. She was the type of girl who was beautiful in any state, Logan guessed. It was quite wonderful, really. He opened the door and stepped out of the car, waiting for her to exit before locking the doors.

He met her at the front of the car, taking her hand in his. He was instantly reminded of how much enjoyed the closeness that came from being near her. As they approached the building, he let out a chuckle. "That's another DUI avoided," he joked.

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Dec 2, 2013 21:35:37 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Dec 2, 2013 21:35:37 GMT -5

1903 Hours
En-Route to Azalea's Appartment
Arlington, WV

Azalea was nervous about the fact that they could come into contact with Lucas. How would one explain that? She could say that Logan found her at the bus stop and gave her a ride home. That would probably be the most logical explanation. Knowing the kind of luck she had, this would be one of those nights that Lucas needed saving, or he would come and crash on the couch because there was a woman he was trying to avoid. There was subtle panic thinking about Lucas seeing the two of them together, but the brunette was trying not to think about that fact too much. Focus on the drive home. Maybe they could get into the house quickly.

Shaking the thoughts away, Azalea gave a smile, resting her head against the window as they drove along. "Even when I lived in the city, I still never really cared for it. It is true what they say, you do get use to the sounds, but I prefer being away and having space. Always too crowded." The female nodded a bit, rubbing the arm slightly ready to get out of these clothes. "That's probably the one thing I"m disappointed about being in the stargate program. I never got to serve tours like that. I went straight from the Air Force Academy to the Stargate Academy. I mean yeah I am doing more than others would dream of doing, but still. I mean, it's hard to think that I have never served for the country like that." The Lieutenant let out a sigh, trying not to think about it, glad when they pulled up to the apartment complex. At least now they wouldn't have to think about that anymore.

Grabbing the bag, Azalea opened the door, slammed it shut before grabbing Logan's hand heading inside. She chuckled, giving his hand a squeeze as they walked down the hall to the door. The brunette looked over at Lucas' door, seeing it closed, but that didn't really mean much. He could be out for all she knew. A silent prayer was said to the man upstairs, praying that he wouldn't come pounding on the door tonight. Pulling the keys out of the bag, the lieutenant let go of Logan's hand for a moment, to open up the door and let him in. "Welcome to my little home. Not much but it's....." The female was stopped by a small body colliding with the legs, causing the young woman to stumble back against the older man. "What the..." The mocha eyes glanced down to see Ember, the smokey Cannanon jumping up. "Ember! What are you doing here?!" Tossing the bag to the floor, Azalea headed for the coffee table, picking up the note before letting out a sigh. "Az, sorry for the short notice, but need to leave her here tonight. I was already in the neighborhood when I asked you to watch her. Thanks again. Des." The brunette groaned. "Didn't know I would be stuck with her this soon. Sorry about this Logan. Hope you don't mind dogs. Ember is really a sweetheart. Hyper as all get out, but a sweetheart."

Azalea turned around, smiling at the older man, slightly nervous about having him here. Not including Lucas, this was the second time a male had been here in the apartment. The other time was Sean and that didn't end so well. Luckily, the place was pretty much always kept clean. "Let me go get change quickly. Please make yourself at home. If you want a beer, they're in the refrig along with water. Glasses are over by the sink. The only other pet is Dobby there in the center of the coffee table; my hermit crab." Running to the bedroom, the young woman quickly throw on a pair of tight sweats and a hoodie, tossing the dance clothes in the hamper, before heading back out, grabbing a brush to brush out all the knots along the way. Collapsing on the couch, Azalea brushed out the hair, letting Logan take a look around. There really wasn't much. A small kitchen off the right as you entered the room, a little living room with a table in the back for a dining area. Down the hall, there was one bathroom, and two bedrooms. The bigger one of the two Azalea took for her own, while the other was basically a guest for whomever might need it. It wasn't much, but it was home. A great place to relax after missions. "So what are you in the mood for to watch? If you want to watch a movie that is. We don't have to." She didn't want to assume they had to do anything. Sitting here and talking was perfectly fine, but movies did mean you could cuddle. Just a small thought.

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Dec 2, 2013 22:02:50 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Dec 2, 2013 22:02:50 GMT -5

1910 Hours
Azalea's Apartment
Arlington, VA

Logan let his eyes wander around the apartment. It wasn't large, but he wasn't shocked - it really suited her, he knew she was young and still fresh in terms of service, so affording a kushy house in DC would be a small miracle. He figured this place was pretty steep, anyways. As Azalea went off to change, he cracked a joke as she walked. "Is Dobby a free crab?" he asked, but fully expected her to just continue with her change of clothes. The dog didn't bother him, and didn't yip constantly, which he admired. He elected not to go for a beer, mixing too many alcohol's could be hell come morning. He made his way to the living room, slowly looking around as he did.

He unbuttoned the two buttons that held his jacket closed, and shrugged free of it, catching it by the collar as it fell. He draped it over the arm of a chair, ignoring his phone in the breast pocket. He wouldn't need it tonight, and it would likely die before he could charge it again. It was inconsequential. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and loosened the tie, allowing him to breath. He never disliked dressing up, he did it most every day, but the feeling of undoing that one button was like opening a window to an ocean breeze. Casually he pulled the shirt out of his waistband just a little, still leaving it tucked in. He was aiming for a relaxed look, not a disheveled one. When she returned, Logan took the time to take in the sights. Comfy suited her, and the tight pants suited him. He smiled a warm smile to welcome her back.

As Azalea sat down on the couch, and asked what he wanted to do - while the obvious came to mind, it was a bit forward even for him, he preferred a more organic solution to that particular line of reasoning. A movie was a good choice. She was already seated, so he presumed it would either be a netflix selection, or she'd get up to find something. He didn't mind either option. Standing in the middle of the living room he suddenly felt out of place, so walking over to the couch, he said "A movie's fine with me ma'am. I'll trust your judgement." with a wink. He didn't have any reservations about letting her pick, he rarely encountered a bad movie. As he reached the couch, he licked his lips - they still tasted vaguely of wine. He needed to change that. Sitting down next to her, close enough that his arm touched hers, his leg against hers.

He shifted a bit, sliding his arm behind her back, to be more accommodating, of course. He grabbed one of the strings to her hoodie with the other hand, and then the other string, Gently he pulled them towards him, and moving his head towards hers, He tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips against hers, moving his hand from the strings to her cheek, ever so gently. He broke the kiss, pulling his head back just slightly, and smiled.

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Dec 2, 2013 22:29:00 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Dec 2, 2013 22:29:00 GMT -5

1911Hours
Azalea's Apartment
Arlington, VA

Azalea laughed, setting down the brush, pulling the legs up close to the chest up on the couch. "I have to say that you are the first person to make a comment about Dobby. I had to explain to Destiny who Dobby was. It went over her head completely." Harry Potter was one of the very few series that this female had read. Reading was more Destiny's thing. TVs, Video games, and Movies were more Azalea's thing. The reason for the XBox and all the games sitting around. There was a few occasional books, but most of the time, the young woman either played games to relax, or danced. Reading? Yeah forget it.

Smiling over at Logan, Azalea shrugged for a moment, but was stopped feeling his arm wrap around her and being pulled towards him. A smile crossed the female's face as their lips connect, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Okay so maybe a movie didn't need to happen any time soon. She was more than okay doing this for awhile. That probably sounded really high school, but didn't matter. Kissing was fun when you had the right person to do it with. When they pulled back, the brunette smiled softly finally taking in his look for the first time since entering the apartment. The relaxed comfy look he had on right now did well for him. Made him even more attractive if that was even possible.

The Lieutenant leaned back against his chest, feeling as though after that kiss, it was okay to be as close as she wanted to be. "Anything you're in the mood for? Don't worry about me pulling out a chick flick. I hate them. Can't stand them. I have more action, horror, suspense, thriller, those kind of movies. Comedy too as well as a lot of TV series. Can you tell I really like to veg when I have time off and not dancing? We can also play a video game. I have a lot of XBox games." Nodding towards to the game consul, the young woman remained curled close to the older man, not wanting to move unless had to. She was quite comfortable right here. Ember walked over to the pair, curling up at the foot of the couch. In all honestly, the two could sit like this for the rest of the night and Azalea wouldn't care. She was too comfortable and happy to move for anyone or anything, but that still didn't seem to stop the rambling. Taking a small breath, the young woman let herself relax against him, letting silence settle over the two for a moment. They really didn't need to do anything. It had already been establish they could enjoy each others presence, so why still the sudden nerves. Something she really needed to work on especially times like these.

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Last Edit: Dec 2, 2013 23:44:06 GMT -5 by Azalea "De" Andre

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Dec 3, 2013 0:10:39 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Dec 3, 2013 0:10:39 GMT -5

1912 Hours
Azalea's Apartment
Arlington, VA

Logan was content sitting here all night with her next to him. "Well what can you make play without moving? While I don't mind the idea of watching your backside as you walk to the TV, I like you here." he said, planting a small kiss on her jawline. "anything is fine with me though, to be honest - I'm not entirely sure I'm willing to take my eyes off of you long enough for a movie..." he added with honesty, a playful twinge to his voice - it couldn't be helped. He was still sort of amazed that this all was happening - and while he couldn't predict the future - he was happy for whatever time he could get, not being alone. Loneliness was something he constantly battled - not many people outside of General Connolly perhaps, knew of his history with depression. He kept it inside - and on nights like this, it didn't even require effort.

Depression is so common, that it shouldn't have surprised Logan that he would end up with it. Stress often times triggers it, and you can't easily beat the stress that came from his time at AFSOC. He hadn't even realized it was an issue. He operated stoically and flawlessly with his team, he never failed an objective - but apparently the military psych doctor saw it as an issue. Enough of an issue to rule out a re-up of his contract at his current MOS. He could transfer, they would always find room for someone they'd trained up to Major - but office work never suited him. Ever since then, however, Logan slowly had dissected his illness, what with his own training in the field - it became of particular interest. Suffice it to say that years of practice at understanding his own brain came with distinct advantages and disadvantages.

At feeling Azalea relax in his embrace, he followed suit. It was an awkward thing for him to do. Spending years with special forces had trained him to be constantly aware, constantly ready to do anything necessary - but now - what was necessary was soft. Logan didn't think of himself as a soft man, but Azalea had a tendency to prove otherwise.

Following the kiss to her jawline, he followed it with a kiss right in front of her ear. Light, delicate, it was all that was needed. While primal instincts urged Logan to pass the delicate, and move to the needy, powerful groping and forceful deep kissing, he ignored them. Delicate was how he operated. He played the entire evening like a masterfully composed symphony - after all, he wasn't searching for a one night special, he wanted her to want him - he wanted her to want more than just him, physically. He needed something lasting - really needed it.

It came from watching other people together. Nobody can really avoid it, it builds the desire for partnership, for something lasting and solid. Ayden and Alavair had something powerful - even having not seen them together, he knew it by reputation. He knew it by the strength it granted them, how they carried themselves. There is something to be said about the little spark that gives someone something to live for. Logan was trying to be reserved from rash mental statements, but he saw the potential in Azalea's eyes, he saw it in the curve of her waist, the length of her hair, and the sound of her voice. Her insecurities about this or that, only added to it - delicate brush strokes, coming together in something he was beginning to adore.

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Dec 3, 2013 19:45:14 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Dec 3, 2013 19:45:14 GMT -5

1913 Hours
Azalea's Apartment
Arlington, VA

Azalea blushed, burying her face into Logan's strong chest. It had been awhile since someone said that about her and it was causing even more ramblings in the mind. "Guess I won't be moving then. Seems like we'll be sitting in silence till someone can't take it or falls asleep. We'll see what comes first." The brunette raised her head giving him a small wink before resting her head back on his chest. Even though it wasn't going to be easy, Andre was going to just sit here and for once enjoy the moment. It was something the young woman was never really good at silence but was going to enjoy no matter how uneasy it might be. Who knew when the next time a moment like this might happen.

There had only really been one other person that Azalea had been feeling to let herself feel this way too - Sean Connolly. They were the couple that many had thought would have made it far, and at one point, so did De. Still to this day, the Lieutenant couldn't put a finger on what attracted her to him, but whatever it was, the pair were together far longer than many thought. Somewhere along the way, the couple weren't tuning in properly and eventually ended. Something had changed. Whether it was the couple itself or an individual, the brunette refused to think about. When things ended with Sean, Azalea swore that there wouldn't be someone else for a very long time. After being with someone for four years, it left a big hole - a hole that honestly not many knew was there. Only Destiny knew about the break up and that's the way the female wanted it to stay. Though here and now with Logan, there was something saying, take a chance. Many thoughts were saying, it was too soon. There is too much of an age difference. You're on the same team, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the connection. He made her feel alive in a way that honestly she never really felt before. It was different with him. Alone she would give it more thought and think more about it. It wasn't that Sean didn't do that, it was just...different. It was a chance she wanted to take, and if she didn't, had the feeling would be missing out on something great if she didn't. It was scary. Taking a chance on someone new. Yes she was with Sean for four years, but Logan was someone completely knew. There were some things the female could use if in a relationship with the older man, but it was still starting over - a new playing field, but one that she was willing to enter in, and it seemed that he was as well.

Reaching over, Azalea took Logan's hand into her own, giving it a squeeze, smiling softly curling closer to him. This wasn't a rebound. This just happened. This wasn't trying to get over Sean. What they had was special in its own way. The brunette would always cherish that time together, and would never forget the man that she did truly deeply love - he would always hold a part of the heart, but this was also a step into the future. It was like the tattoo on the side of her body said- laughs without fear of the future. No fear, or at least, would try not to have any. If Logan was willing to take a chance at whatever this could be, who was she to say no. Hopefully this wasn't the mind reading more into a moment than should be there. What an idiot she would be then if that was the case.

Tag: Logan Blackwood

Last Edit: Dec 3, 2013 19:46:28 GMT -5 by Azalea "De" Andre

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