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unicornkeeper07 
"You really shouldn't worry about me, I'm a lone wolf...more or less," Rafe had a quizzical look on his face thinking on what he just said. "It was more a figure of speech." Rafe watched as she looked over his face. He was embarrassed. At the same time though, he felt like it made look older, well, older than he already looked. "Well, it was part of an initiation, as far as my father would let me go." This wasn't the time to talk about his summer. He made it out okay, it was more important to focus on Marilyn's problem.
Rafe chuckled, "Oh, fine, I won't risk my health, but it was worth a shot." He shrugged. He would do anything as long as it helped Marilyn in anyway. Rafe took her hand, "Marilyn, you know I would do anything for you, no questions asked, just say the words and I'm there. I know some people that can make things look like accidents," he laughed much deeper than usual. "Hell, if you and...Carter need special arrangements to elope or whatever, I think there's even a minister in my father's clan that can make those arrangements. Just as long as you're happy."
Marilyn rolled her eyes.
"Well, it's obvious that you're going to worry about me and I'm going to worry about you...no matter how much you fuss." She ran her fingers the length of his scars just once more and then let her hand drop reluctantly. She wanted to ask so many questions...but didn't know if now was the right time or not.
When Rafe began to chuckle, the blonde cut her eyes at him.
"Im glad you were amused by that because I was not. You know I'd never...And I mean never let you do something like that...for me, nonetheless." She gave him a hard look.
"I l...just wouldn't let that happen." She froze momentarily, catching her slip up before she really embarrassed herself.
It's not the time...for that.
She held his hand in return, still surprised by how much warmer he felt to her now.
"Jazz and I have a plan...and if it doesn't work, which is always a possibility, then I'll give you free reign to do whatever you wish to...but I'd like the chance to handle it myself. I am fiercely independent, you know?" She smirked at him playfully then, knowing he probably thought that to be untrue...but it wasn't.
When she heard the words
you,
Carter and
elope fall from his lips, Marilyn tensed up. She backed away from him a few inches before settling her hands in her lap. She voice came out soft and unsure.
"Is that what you think would make me happy, Rafe?" She looked up at him under her lashes, wishing she could read his mind.
"Do you not remember the first conversation we ever had?"
She couldn't help but feel slightly hurt by his comment. Did Rafe not understand her at all?