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Post by Administrator on Dec 12, 2011 18:10:18 GMT -5
Shady business goin' on upstairs....
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Post by Amelia MacKenna on Mar 20, 2013 21:37:43 GMT -5
Amelia hadn't been alone with Luke since that night almost two and a half weeks ago, they'd gotten some information to be sure but she'd come back to the office on the second floor to get some work done, that very interesting ledger spread out in front of her as the icy princess trailed her fingers over the finely written numbers.
Numbers in a way were her life, the odds, the wagers, the players, it all came down to checks and balances. She frowned as she adjusted some numbers and lifted the glasses up her nose. The woman was poised, gentile and then there were things under that polished sheen and ice. A very large part of her was missing Luke's nature, they'd unleashed the flood and let the water calm. Now it was just waiting, and the waiting was almost as bad as holding the damn back.
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Mar 20, 2013 21:57:57 GMT -5
Luke headed towards the office with paperwork and money in hand, another debt collected and all it had taken was a little leaning from Finn to squeeze out those last few dollars. He'd offered to take everything back to Raconteur's and leave his brother to his own devices from what remained of the evening before it melted into night. And Luke was thinking of the game of cards he might play, the cigar he might smoke, the drinks he might celebrate with - which was why her presence behind the desk caught him so off guard. In reality, it shouldn't have, this is usually where Lia could be found when they weren't out running one of their schemes or she was off in search of information. But it was the first time he'd really seen her since that night when they'd bridged that unspoken gap between them, crossed that line that had existed since Chicago. For a moment he just leaned against the door and watched her while she was still unaware of his presence, light head bent over her work, the graceful curve of her neck inviting as he remembered shared moments that were perhaps better left alone.
"Lia," He said finally, flashing her a grin as he stepped into the office and set his offerings onto the desk so that she could factor it into accounting. That damn beautiful ledger that was at the heart of everything that Five Points was - and kept track of what kept them rolling in the money when no one was looking. He leaned his hip against the desk and realized just how much he had missed her as of late, her quiet presence a calm to his stormy, whirling sort of temperament. "You have been busy lately my bonny lass," Luke teased, looking down at her long fingers and delicate hands and wondered if he would ever forget the feel of them pressed against his chest in the carriage that night, or the pressure of her lips warm against his own.
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Post by Amelia MacKenna on Mar 20, 2013 22:10:18 GMT -5
She felt the warmth as soon as he stepped into the room, her eyes on his face. He brought the storm and the warmth, she could feel the wind too, strange-- how he reminded her of places she had never been. Her eyes were always guarded, she had to be, but when he looked at her a part of her shifted and she could only stare in awe. The teasing note drew a small smile to her delicate features and she set her pen down atop the ledger for a moment, closing the book on it's place as she looked up at him. Handsome as the devil, that was who he was.
"We've both been busy," she replied looking up at him with a small, smile that continued to grow. She could feel those hands on her, his lips, feel the seer of his eyes when he looked at her and the way it warmed through her chill. She was the calm, he was the raging storm and somehow, somewhere it all come to a head and combined into something that neither of them could have escaped. She could almost feel the blush, her accent slipped without her meaning for it too. He did things to her, he made her forget, sometimes, she just wanted to know who he was. All the details and little pieces, would she still want those hands on her then? Would he still want to kiss her if he knew... if he saw all the sides of her that she hid. Maybe, he would. "I missed you."
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Mar 21, 2013 18:44:58 GMT -5
"Aye so we have," Luke agreed because it was the truth, business had picked up lately both inside the club and outside of it and their attention had been required to keep both afloat. There hadn't been time to dwell on what had passed between them that night, to pick it apart and put it back together again, besides Luke wasn't entirely sure that's what he wanted to do. Things with Lia had always been complicated, even before Chicago and they'd worked so hard to tuck everything back away on a shelf afterwards, to ignore what simmered between them because to address it made things...complicated. Things were always complicated when it came to Five Points and emotions that went beyond their affection for their money and in some, if not most of their cases, violence.
But fate seemed intent on throwing them together and stoking that fire, letting it burn hot and then die away to smoldering coals that Luke would only address late at night when he was alone and in that hazy place between awake and sleep. But as he looked down into her pretty face, heard the musical sound of that voice when it slipped neatly back into the sounds of their homeland, Luke knew he might be helpless to stop it. "I missed you too," He said finally, leaning over and toying with a piece of her, watching the blond strands play between his fingers before it dropped away and his mouth quirked into a smile.
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Post by Amelia MacKenna on Mar 21, 2013 20:02:37 GMT -5
The subtle shift of his body garnered all of her attention, always so aware of him that her eyes flickered to his face as she observed the set of his jaw, the set of his eyes and the way they watched her. Luke was an enigma, so different from herself she felt him draw her in and the icy planes of her features shifted as she watched him in amicable silence. Amelia's eyes slipped closed, before his fingers dropped away from her hair and she sighed, raising her eyes once more to look up at him.
"So we've established we've missed each other, where do we go from here?" she asked, the lilt of the accent settling into her voice. She didn't struggle to hide it normally, it just wasn't there but when they were alone, she almost felt like he earned the right to hear her real voice. The sound that they'd both been raised around, and the way he reminded her of it. "Not sure..." she replied as she moved her hands again, touching his cheek once more. "That going back is an option at this point."
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Mar 21, 2013 20:19:49 GMT -5
He loved watching the hard planes of her face soften, the way they melted when she was around him and he was treated with the rare treat of her soft, feminine beauty - the beauty that she reserved for those her knew her best. At least as well as any of them let another of the gang in, for as much as they worked side by side and Luke often knew the moves of the others before they happened because it's what made them all tick, there was still so much they all held close and didn't share. But with Lia, Luke felt like letting go perhaps a little, letting her inside and see what made his mind work and knew she wouldn't scare like others might, wouldn't be turned away by the knife he always carried and the blood that marred it's blade.
"Don't think there was ever any goin' back with you, darlin'," Luke acknowledged as her fingers brushed against his cheek and he remembered the last time they had been alone like this, rolling along the streets of New York tucked together in a carriage with nothing but the cool night air for company. His eyes searched hers and for a few long minutes they stayed just as they were, simply breathing in the being together that had evaded them until now and then Luke reached up his hand and settled his fingers at the back of her neck, palm sliding against the graceful arch of the side. "Truth be told, don't know that I want to be goin' back when it comes to you Lia."
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Post by Amelia MacKenna on Mar 21, 2013 20:36:45 GMT -5
They all had blood on their hands, be it from the work they did know, their pasts, none of them were clean and there was nothing wrong with that. Not from her point of view, she wondered if he would want to hear what made her who she was. What had turned a girl into the woman she was now, what had forged her when they were younger and what had kept her in this life. She recalled dancing with him once when they were younger, pressed against him and laughing, nothing to the woman she was now. It was some dingy bar, she had been so young back then and she'd laughed and they'd just danced.
Amelia looked up at him and a slow smile crossed her face as the past played some long ago tune, his fingers against her neck had her moving closer and she smiled at him. Not that steely I know more than you smile but an actual one. Just for him no one else, "Good to hear, I don't want to either."
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Mar 22, 2013 19:16:40 GMT -5
Five Points was a family - a twisted, dysfunctional and dangerous family, but a family nonetheless and they had spent years working beside each other and then a few years apart when he and Finn had split for a bit. He'd missed her during those years, though he hadn't known how much until they had worked their way back to Five Points and he'd fallen back into old habits running schemes beside her once again. The laughter that had always been between them came naturally, that familiar ease with which they could run a scheme, fabricate a story, communicate with simply a look or a touch had been refreshing in how smoothly it had all fallen back into place. He'd missed her then and he missed her now, when all they had been granted in the past few weeks were mere moments, lingering glances before he headed out with his brother or she went after information.
But now they were here, after years of dancing literally and figuratively around whatever it was that existed between them and Luke knew he couldn't just ignore it like he had before. And as he looked down into her blue eyes and saw that soft smile that he knew was reserved just for him he was more certain than ever that he didn't want to ignore it. Maybe now instead of running away from it, they could take a chance and run towards it - just maybe. "Then perhaps I can have a taste of ye again," He said with a murmur, lowering his mouth and pressing his lips to hers just as he had longed to since they last parted in the carriage.
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