Micah Carrington: Micah arrives at the appointed bench, a white take-out bag in hand. He's dressed for the slight chill in the air with a soft, black sweater over his low slung jeans and his well polished combat boots. He sits down, curling one leg beneath him. His right knee jumps nervously as he waits.

Sasha: She half-runs, half-jogs her way out of the subway, moving into the park...she'd be full-on running if she wasn't out of breath. She's looking good, cleaned up, with her hair brushed out, dressed in the "Goddess" shirt Micah had bought her and a pair of jeans. The silver chain gleams around her neck. She tries to walk it slow through the park toward the bench, but it's more of a power-walk/jog, eyes scanning the area, scared and full of hope.

Sasha: d10: Per+Alert: 2,8,2,4,1,9,4,

Micah Carrington: Micah watches everything, everyone, his eyes darting from face to face, full lips caught between his teeth. He could swear that his heart was about to pound its way right out of his chest.

Micah Carrington: d10: per+alert: 7,4,3,8,

Sasha: She's so frantic, she damn near misses him, somehow. Just as she reaches close to the bench, though, her heart leaps into her chest as her eyes lock onto the man. She stops up short, and then slows her walk, keeping this much of it controlled...not that it's not obvious she hadn't been running up to this point.

Micah Carrington: There... He stands slowly and shoves his shaking hands into his pants pockets, tongue flicking over his lips as he watches her for a long, quiet moment.

Sasha: She comes up, half-stopping about three feet away, before she just...pushes forward. She throws her arms around Micah's neck, hugging him tightly. "Jesus, Micah..." She shuts her eyes, tears of relief coming. She hadn't dared believe it wasn't some kind of cruel joke, before now.

Micah Carrington: His hands come out of his pockets and he clings to her, pressing his face against her neck with a soft, heart-felt sob, his shoulders shaking.

Sasha: "I missed you so much," she breathes, between soft sobs. She squeezes her arms tighter around him. "I was so worried..."

Micah Carrington: "Missed you too," he mumbles, sniffling as he pulls back, his hands sliding up her back and into her hair. He presses his forehead against hers and stares into her eyes, his own soft, shiny with the tears that track down his pale cheeks. No pain in his eyes, none of that anger or hunger that had always been there. Just sadness, regret and joy.

Sasha: She sighs, deeply, smiling back, the eyeliner she just applied not long ago already getting ruined...ah, hell, it was a bit too much anyway. She reaches up and strokes his cheek with her fingers. "Don't you DO that to me," she says, smiling gloriously through the tears. "Okay? Fuckin' scared me to death..."

Micah Carrington: "I'm not goin' away again, Bea," he murmurs, kissing her once, softly, tenderly, on the lips.

Sasha: She kisses him back, not enough restraint to properly match his softness. The desperation and panicking need to touch him, kiss him, make sure he's real and not some kind of hallucination is there and strong. "Good," she murmurs against his lips. "Don't ever go away, baby. Please, don't."

Micah Carrington: His lips tremble against hers and he sighs shakily, pulling back to give her eskimo kisses with his nose. Rather lamely he says, "i brought breakfast."

Sasha: She laughs at that, leaning against him...it's a very honest, joyful laugh. "Really? What'd you bring?" She pulls back to wipe at her eyes.

Micah Carrington: His hands slide from her hair and shift to settle on her hips, not letting her pull too far away. His eyes search her face, studying her almost hungrily. "I don't remember."

Sasha: She chuckles, and gives a little shrug. "Ahh, well. Whatever it is, it'll be fine. Everything will." She sighs, deeply, and leans into him, her head coming down to rest on his shoulder.

Micah Carrington: He hugs her again, tightly, stroking his fingers through her hair. "So, um...I was thinking maybe we could get a paper. Go apartment hunting," he murmurs. "Maybe go ring shopping."

Sasha: Her breath catches, and she nods a little at that. "I, uh...might have a job," she says, lips pursing. "by the way."

Micah Carrington: "Yeah?" He pulls back, smiling softly, adoringly. "That's good. I don't right now but I may be getting one at the Concerto."

Sasha: "Lexi's trying to set me up with something," she says. "She said if she can't get it done through her manager, 'cause of my past, she'd hire me on herself."

Micah Carrington: "And who is Lexi and what does she do?" He steps back towards the bench, not letting go of her as he sits, only letting his arms slide down to rest around her thighs.

Sasha: "Alexia Rottersham. She's the lead singer for Luna's Fool. Darker stuff...really good. You should hear her." She nods. "Good people, too."

Micah Carrington: He just arches a brow at that and chuckles, pressing his forehead to her abdomen and rubbing back and forth. "Yeah...I'd like to meet her too. Sometime." He sighs. "Gaia, I missed you."

Sasha: "I missed you too, Micah." She looks down at him, sighing, before she looks around. "I...haven't stayed up to the house for more then a half-hour at a time for the last couple weeks. Everything's okay up there, though."

Micah Carrington: "Thanks. I've not been there at all. I was afraid to go up there. Afraid you wouldn't be there," he murmurs.

Sasha: She nods. "Well, I wasn't, so it was a good thing." Finally, need for nicotine hits, and she reaches into her pocket and pulls her pack out, fishing one out. She moves to take a seat next to Micah, leaning against him, and offers him the pack. "Baby...what happened? Exactly, I mean..." She searches the other's face, worried. "Is everything okay?"

Micah Carrington: "Friend of mine died and everything fell apart from there," he murmurs, curling his arm over her shoulder as he takes the pack and shakes one to his lips. "I had a breakdown. Completely and totally. I went kind of...I was scary and I couldn't risk seeing you...I was afraid I might hurt you."

Sasha: She nods. "You mean the Trevor guy, right?" She tilts her head, watching him...she remembered that, and the whole thing with the kids. "Or was it...another person who died?." Christ, she hopes not.

Micah Carrington: "Trevor...But I..." He sighs and leans back. "I did some pretty horrible things that I just would rather not think about right now, baby. I just got my head put back together."

Sasha: She nods, quieting up. No need to talk about it now. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push...we don't have to talk about it. It doesn't matter...what matters is that you're here." She leans over and kisses his neck.

Micah Carrington: He smiles softly and his arm tightens around her shoulders as he takes a deep drag from the cigarette he barely remembers lighting. "So...Any ideas on that ring," he asks softly.

Sasha: She blushes and shakes her head. "I...had some ideas, before, but I kinda forgot 'em all." She shrugs a little bit, taking a drag off her own cigarette.

Micah Carrington: He nods and leans over to kiss Sasha's cheek softly. "I was thinking a year long engagement...Get married in the park maybe," he murmurs.

Alexia Rottersham: She moves down the street, head moving faintly to whatever is coming from her iPod. She's dressed in a tattered hoodie with patches and pins everywhere, and some tattered jeans.

Alexia Rottersham: d10: per+alert: 6,7,3,2,4,6,

Sasha: She blinks and looks at Micah. Her head tilts to the side, quite honestly and heavily surprised by that. "That's a change from before..."

Micah Carrington: He blushes and ducks his chin to his chest, lashes veiling his eyes as he struggles, quite visibly, to find words.

Alexia Rottersham: Oh hey, Sasha!... with a guy. She blinks through her glasses and smiles anyway, heading towards the pair. Her barbell clicks lightly against her teeth as she inhales and exhales.

Sasha: She watches him, brow furrowed a little, and watches him in some confusion. "Baby? What is it?"

Sasha: d10: Per+Alertness: 6,10,5,10,10,2,4,

Micah Carrington: "I love you," he says softly, simply as he finally lifts his face towards hers.

Sasha: d10: Specialty: Paranoid: 8,6,3,

Sasha: ((I'm telling you, people. Sasha = the new Trevor of Per+Alertness rolls.))

Micah Carrington: ((*snicker* That she does!))

Sasha: "I love you too, baby." She glances over at the approaching person, noting everything in the park in the meanwhile, and blinks. Oh. A warm smile to Lexi, and she raises her hand in greeting to the woman.

Micah Carrington: He smiles beautifully at Sasha's words and then notes that she's raising her hand. He blinks and glances towards the approaching woman.

Alexia Rottersham: She lifts a hand back to Sasha, plucking one of the earbuds out of her ears, and then tucking her hand back into the hoodie. "Hey you. This the ever elusive boy?"

Micah Carrington: And he just blushes so pretty. "Hi," he says softly, standing slowly to extend his hand to Alexia.

Alexia Rottersham: "Hey. Alexia." She reaches out, taking his hand.

Micah Carrington: "Micah," he murmurs, shaking her hand firmly as he offers her a soft, sheepish smile.

Sasha: She nods, standing up...subtly making sure to be standing off to the side but in the middle of them. "Lexi, this is Micah. Micah...Lexi."

Alexia Rottersham: "Nice to meet you." She quirks a smile at something, and waves her hand again, moving to step back. "I'll let you guys be."

Micah Carrington: "you don't have to go," he says, stepping back, curling his arm lightly around Sasha's waist.

Sasha: "Stay, Lexi," she says, reaching out to the woman as she leans against Micah. "C'mon...please?" She looks at Alexia, smiling a little.

Alexia Rottersham: She chuckles, winking, and placing the earbud back in her ear. "I got things I gotta do. Manager is on my ass. And I'm sure you two need to catch up and all."

Micah Carrington: "Yeah. Stay. Don't make me turn on the cute."

Alexia Rottersham: She laughs, pointing a finger at Micah and tugging the headphone out again. "Hate to break it to you, but I don't go for... cute."

Micah Carrington: He glances at Sasha, his expression apologetic. "I tried, baby."

Sasha: She smiles to Micah, then looks over to the other woman. "C'mon, Lexi." She smiles, a little pleading. "You could use a day out. Just relax...chill out, y'know?"

Alexia Rottersham: "Technically, been doin' that." If you ignored the fact she'd only left the house twice since the Jersey incident. But she doesn't leave. She pulls out the other earbud, and tucks the iPod away with a quirked little smile. "But what the hell."

Micah Carrington: "Cool." He grins then and kisses Sasha's neck softly before stepping away to strip the cherry from his cigarette and toss the butt into the nearest trash can.

Sasha: She beams. Her two favorite people, and she gets to spend the day with them. "Awesome..."

Alexia Rottersham: Hands get tucked back into the hoody, though one comes out to right an earring, and then disappears. She raises an eyebrow. "Now what? And you know, you're tempting the paparazzi. You might end up in the tabloids."

Micah Carrington: He frowns just slightly at that, his expression going thoughtful.

Sasha: She shrugs with a chuckle. "Baah...I'm sure we'd get vut outa the picture anyway."

Micah Carrington: He shakes it off and grins. "Speak for yourself, Bea, I'm too hot not to get print."

Alexia Rottersham: "No, you'd get put in there and it be something about a hot threesome with me saying it's kinky sex when I never really said anything at all and then I get to go harass people with lawyers which is FUN." She smiles, brightly.

Sasha: She chuckles at that. "Well, then...can't let you miss out on that fun..."

Micah Carrington: "I'm so doomed," he mumbles, smiling and shaking his head. "Two against one. So not fair."

Alexia Rottersham: She snorts and rocks on her heels, having to be in some sort of motion. "What are we doooing?"

Micah Carrington: "I dunno. We could hit the mall."

Sasha: "Doomed is a good word for it." She grins to Micah, resting comfortably against him. "Mall works. Hell, whatever works. I'm good."

Alexia Rottersham: "Oooo. Shopping. I need a new barbell." She goes cross eyed in an attempt to look at her mouth briefly.

Micah Carrington: "I'm in the mood to spend money on my girl so.." he grins. "Granted, neither of you have been shopping with me. Its...a trip."

Alexia Rottersham: "Bah. You know nothing about me. I fear no shopping trips. I should take you guys thrift store shopping sometime." She nods sagely. "Band won't go with me."

Micah Carrington: "Yes, well...I like shopping in women's clothing stores," he says.

Alexia Rottersham: She shrugs, blinking at him. "So?"

Sasha: She laughs softly at that, taking the last drag off of her cigarette. "Yeah, I'm guessin' this is gonna be a trip, then."

Micah Carrington: He grins and turns to kiss Sasha rather passionately, not pulling away till neither of them can breath. "If she can deal with my cross dressing antics and you can then lets go."

Alexia Rottersham: She gives a quirked little grin, glancing at something as they kiss, and then back when it's done.

Sasha: She falls very easily into the kiss with a small, happy sound, looking a little dazed when he finally pulls away. "All right...off we go, then."

Micah Carrington: "Um...As I cannot remember where my car is, we may need to take the bus."

Alexia Rottersham: "Mmm. Public transportation..."

Sasha: "Bus works for me." Yeah, right now, pretty much anything works for her. Cloud Nine, ticket for one.

Micah Carrington: He grins and slings his arm around Sasha's waist. "Shall we then, ladies?"

Alexia Rottersham: She nods, bouncing on her heels again.

Sasha: "We shall." She grins a little and goes to head out with them.

Micah Carrington: ((and do we wish to continue on or fade here?)_)

Alexia Rottersham: ((I'm good with either...))

Sasha: ((Easy like Wheezy here. Whichever is good with me. *S*))

Micah Carrington: ((Um...I'm voting for fade as this isn't flowing real well for me this morning. *blinks*))

Alexia Rottersham: ((Okie dokies))

Micah Carrington: ((sowwy))

Sasha: ((S'all good. *Hugs*))