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[quote][b]Jor (Oct 09, 2002 05:00 p.m.):[/b] Jor was [i]married[/i]. Alright, so he'd been married for nearly three months now, but the novelty still hadn't worn off. Just thinking about it could still start his heart pounding and turn his mouth dry. Every morning he woke with Wick curled against him, every day he stared in fascination at the ring on her hand, and every night he was free to leave a new brand on her skin, because now she was [i]his[/i]. The wedding had been a whirlwind affair, and before he knew it they were both packed up and on the transport to I. F. Central Command. It was a perfect two-month honeymoon of sorts; no one to bother them, no one to interrupt them, and Jor didn't have to talk to a single other person except Wick. The journey gave them a chance at peace together, and Jor would have liked to turn around and ride the transport straight back down to Earth, just for another two months like that. Since arriving at the Post, they'd both been busy, although they managed to find time for one another. The schedule conflicts-- her classes in the morning, and his in the afternoon-- weren't something they could alter, but they were able to spend lunch together... and there were always the nights. Jor was, as he surprisingly admitted to himself, extremely [i]happy[/i]. And as if being able to call Wick "Mrs. Windhaven," wasn't enough to please him, he found that he enjoyed his work, too. The administration had decided on him being some sort of military police officer-- not anywhere close to I.A., which he didn't mind at all-- and he found that he liked their choice. It was interesting, and didn't involve the type of painstaking perfectionist work that Wick's occupation entailed. That was perfect for Jor. He got to be intimidating, and put his muscle to good use, and the prospect of someday being given real authority made his training all that much more tolerable. He'd just finished with his afternoon courses, and headed back to the room he and Wick shared. They always met up before dinner, and he hadn't been lounging on the bed for more than five minutes before she burst through the door. Expecting to be pounced on, Jor grinned and tried to tackle her first, but the expression on her face stopped him just as he'd managed to grab her. Instead of tickles or a less appropriate attack, Jor sat down on the edge of the bed with her in his lap and kissed her with some semblance of decorum. "Hey there, spark. Rough day?"[/quote]
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