Hobbie - Shel | Fenig - Leah
Hobbie Klivian: ***
Hobbie Klivian: When Hobbie suddenly realised he had
a reason to go home at an halfway decent hour nowadays, He locked up his
office and headed for the quarters, roughly 1950.
Fenig Durak: What is it about Fen and getting everything
she needed to get done and then some early? However it is that she does
it, she did it again and was already on her way back 'home.' She'd done
mostly paperwork and desk stuff today, so
Fenig Durak: she was still clean and smelling like shampoo.
What she really wanted to do was spend some time with Hobbie and start her
plans on restoring his confidence in their marriage.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie reached the door first, his mind
lost in the land of thought as he keyed in the passcode.
Fenig Durak: Fen got there just after the door slid closed
behind him and she keyed it in -what was it again? Oh right, she remembered
again, when he decided to join the Alliance 04130. Even his passcode
was sad - as she double checked her numbers on the designs
Fenig Durak: for a modification to the squadron's ships.
"Honey?" she called into the apartment.
Hobbie Klivian: He'd not gone far and pulsed it open,
"Oh! come in."
Fenig Durak: She looked up from her datapad with a smile,
slipping the take home work into her shoulder pocket "Hey there cutie."
Hobbie Klivian: "Hi. Working late?"
Fenig Durak: "Not anymore," she said, stepping past the
door so it could close behind her and slipping her arms around his waist.
"You're home early."
Hobbie Klivian: "I recalled I had a reason to actually
come home nowadays.
Fenig Durak: "Awe, that's so sweet," she squeezed his waist
a little and rose up on her toes for a kiss.
Hobbie Klivian: With which he gladly obliged her, before
moving to see if anything edible was in the fridge.
Fenig Durak: Moving to take a seat, she stripped off her
boots and socks to be barefoot before joining him in the small kitchen.
"So, how was your day?"
Hobbie Klivian: "About usual."
Fenig Durak: Leaning against a clear space of counter,
she watched him lazilly. "Sounds different."
Hobbie Klivian: He shrugged, pulling out some food to
make a julienne salad. "Yourse?"
Fenig Durak: "Oh, paper work, just a little sim pod work.
Talked with Adam and Myn a little. Nothing too spectacular."
Hobbie Klivian: "What about?"
Fenig Durak: "Changes in the squadron." A vague reply,
but no less honest of one.
Hobbie Klivian: "About Wes, you mean," he picked up
on it easily, though said nothing more as he tore up the greens.
Fenig Durak: She nodded. "That brings me to what I wanted
to ask you about."
Hobbie Klivian: "Shoot."
Fenig Durak: "I probably already know the answer to this,
but I want to hear it anyway." She was tempted to help him make the salad,
but stayed where she was for space's sake. "What made you ask me what you
did this morning?"
Hobbie Klivian: He froze. It was several long minutes
before he spoke.
Hobbie Klivian: With a sigh - "I was trying to understand
why a wonderful woman like yourself, would allow herself to be saddled with
someone like me. I don't have much to offer, you know."
Fenig Durak: All she could do was stare blankly at him.
Copying his lengthy silence as she mulled over his reply, she finally came
out with it. "You can't be serious."
Hobbie Klivian: "I am." he said as he mechanically went
back to fixing a light supper.
Fenig Durak: "Why....how....Why do you think that, Hobbie?
You're the most wonderful man I've ever met. You deserve so much more that
I can give you."
Fenig Durak: She was astounded and had come close to speechlessness.
Hobbie Klivian: He looked up then, honest confusion
written all over his face. "How couldn't I?"
Fenig Durak: She just gaped. "Hobbie, maybe if you tell
me exactly why you think you don't have much to offer I can explain how you
do"
Hobbie Klivian: "I just don't. I'm not much a companion,
you know - too solemn."
Fenig Durak: 'You can be, sure, but you're not all of the
time." She pushed away from the counter and took his hands away from making
the salad. "I've seen so much more of you that I have out of so many others.
Combined even."
Hobbie Klivian: He looked at her uncomprehending.
Fenig Durak: So she elaborated. "I've seen determination,
joy, laughter, compassion, hurt, anger, solemnness, depth of character and
even a prankster side that rivals those of everyone else I've ever met."
Hobbie Klivian: He blinked, "You do?"
Fenig Durak: She nodded energetically. "That's a big part
of what I love about you."
Hobbie Klivian: He lifted a hand to brush the back of
his fingers along her cheek, "I guess that's why I find my position so hard
to believe."
Fenig Durak: "Your genuine modestly is another thing that's
so rare and wonderful to find." She nuzzled her cheek against his hand and
sighed happily. "If I wasn't already knocked up, I'd suggest we go make
some babies," she grinned.
Hobbie Klivian: He chuckled a bit at that. "Maybe sometime
in the future, Fen."
Fenig Durak: Smiling adoringly, she touched her forehead
to his. "NEed any more convincing before I strip you down and have my way
with you?" She was, of course, teasing just a lil.
Hobbie Klivian: He blinked...
Hobbie Klivian: then blinked again.
Hobbie Klivian: then chuckled
Fenig Durak: "What?" She took on a look of genuine offense.
"You think I can't?"
Hobbie Klivian: His slow smile turned almost devilish.
"I'd like to see you try...."
Fenig Durak: "I started to do a fine job this morning,
Mr Crooked Buttons."
Hobbie Klivian: He frowned.
Fenig Durak: Her hands slid over his waist very gently,
starting to slowly untuck his shirt. "Hey, I'm only the one who fixed them,
not the one who buttoned them wrong."
Hobbie Klivian: "I'm afraid I don't have a retort for
that one, Wife." he said as he leaned down to kiss her.
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