Snippet #1454791

Sister Mary

After all the children were in bed she went to Tom, "Is there anything you'll be needing tonight Mr. Barrow, before I retire for the night?".
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Milly

Milly and Woflwood had spent the evening after dinner talking, reminiscing and marveling at the baby kicking. As the evening turned to night Milly turned to Wolfwood, "I have really missed you", she kissed him sensually on the lips. She reached over while still kissing him and turned the light out.
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Trista/Knives

Trista settled the boys on the floor to go to sleep, while Knives sat down at the chess table. After the boys were tucked in on their way to dream land, Trista joined him. "You really do care for those boys don't you?", said Knives making the first move on the board. "Yes, I do their really good boys a little rambunctious sometimes but aren't all boys", said Trista as the made her move on the board. "I suppose so I wouldn't really no I have know children", Knives made his move to block Trista. Trista smiled, "But you were a little boy once", she counteracted his move with another piece. Knives raised an eyebrow, "Interesting, Yes, I was but that was a long time ago and the circumstances then were not as peaceful as they are now", he made his next move on the board. Trista giggled, "Are you sure you want to make that move?", Knives stopped and looked again and he had left his queen wide open to checked. "How is that possible?", he asked himself out loud, Trista gave a look of concern reached over and touched his hand, when she did this Knives felt a rush of energy from the young woman and he knew exactly what she was. He drew his hand back quickly and stood up from the chess table knocking some of the pieces to the floor. "If you don't want to play anymore Knives thats fine", said Trista as she picked the fallen pieces up off the floor and reset the chess board. After that Knives took her hands again and, led her to the couch, she sat down and he sat next to her. "Tell me about your mother Trista", asked Knives. Trista shook her head wondering what had brought up this question, "I don't know anything about my mother and my father and grandfather are very tight lipped about it", she said. Knives smirked, "Why do you think that is so?", he asked. Trista looked at Knives with a confused look, "I don't know I always figured that she had died and that it was hard for father to talk about". Knives let go of her hands, "I would like to meet your father if that is okay with you Trista?", he said with a smirk. Trista blushed a little, "Umm.. okay I don't see why not", she said sheepishly. "Good now you get some rest and I'll see you in the morning", said Knives with a truly happy smile, it was something that Knives hadn't done in a long time. And for once in his life it was genuine, Trista smiled up at him with that smile that made his mind go fuzzy every time he saw her do it. "Goodnight Knives sleep well", she laid down on the couch and settled into sleep. He stood there and watched her sleep for some time and then sleep began to catch up with him. He looked down at the floor where the boys were sleeping. He smiled and lightly brushed the hair out of Houston's eyes, the boy smiled in his sleep. Knives sighed and made his way up to his room and laid down sleep found Knives quickly and for once it was peaceful.