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xp_logsEarly morning. A slice of life moment, as Haroun wakes up Alison while reading something in the news.
The bed, even if new and not as plushy or comfortable as what she was used to, was still divine. As was being wrapped up in blankets and snuggled up and generally feeling warm and lazy. There was a definite something missing though, and it didn't take long for Alison to realize what that was and why she had woken up. Hand moving away from the empty side of the bed, she twisted a bit to focus on the source of the dark muttering coming from the direction of Haroun's desk. Stifling a yawn she slowly shifted, observing him for a moment, before reaching out to tug the silk night robe from her night table, slipping it on while padding over towards him.
Haroun had his laptop fired up, and was sitting on CNN's international news page. "Damn them." he said with a heavy head and a sigh. "Oh, hey Ali. Didn't mean to wake you. It's early yet, go back to bed. I'll be there in a moment."
She usually woke up sharply, but she'd only slept a few hours and her head felt a touch fuzzy. Her fingertips found the bump on her head and she winced a touch - that explained the light headache, she supposed. "Mmm." Instead of turning around, she walked to stand behind him instead, and stared down at the screen of the computer. The headline screamed out and she sighed softly, shaking her head. Saudi forces, militants clash in Mecca!
Leaning down slowly, she wrapped her arms loosely around him, resting her chin on his shoulder after pressing a light kiss to the side of his throat.
"I got no love for the Saudis - you know that - but I hope they come down on these people with both boots. If for no other reason than for endangering Mecca. I've been there, and some of the city is literally centuries old. They're risking priceless religious treasures that are some of the holiest things anywhere to billions to settle some sort of pointless insane grudge!" he fumed. "It makes me very angry."
"Sometimes people lose sight of the very things they cherish," she murmured, "and the sanctity of what they claim to be fighting to preserve in the process..." She looked down at that, lips brushing against his shoulder lightly, lost in her own thoughts for a moment. A sigh won her over as well and she lifted her head to look at him in gentle concern. "It's... sad."
"Sad is a good word for it. It'll have to do." he said, closing down the web browser. "Nothing I can do about it from here, though." He said with a frustrated snap of the wrist. "Guess I'll go back to bed."
"You do something about it every day," Alison countered softly, straightening up, hands still on his shoulders. They were rock hard with tension and she dug in her thumbs lightly, leaning into the knots of tension she would sense there to try and work them away slowly. "It's not big and splashy every time and it's not right there where everyone can see it... but you do something."
Haroun made a somewhat happynoise as she started trying to massage out some of his shoulder and upper back tension. "I live as faithful a life as I can." he said quietly. "I'm no fundie or anything like that, but I live like I think Allah would like me to live, based on the Words he gave to us in the Koran."
"You believe. You try to make the world a better place. And it doesn't matter if no one ever knows." She smiled down at him, light and heat slowly seeping from her hands as she worked out more of the tension. Finally she leaned down once more, tilting his head towards her so she could kiss him lightly, then press her cheek to his. "Come back to bed. We'll rest up a little while longer, and then go back to doing what we do, mmm?"
Haroun nodded, feeling himself start to relax. "I do the best I can." he said simply. "And that's going to have to be enough."
"Yes." Simple and clear agreement, the hint of a smile which curled her lips, dimpled the cheek resting against his in a giveaway. Taking his hand she tugged lightly before taking a step towards the bed, pausing to turn and look at him.
Haroun let himself be led back to bed, and he collapsed into it bonelessly.
~*~
This is a link to one of the articles.
The bed, even if new and not as plushy or comfortable as what she was used to, was still divine. As was being wrapped up in blankets and snuggled up and generally feeling warm and lazy. There was a definite something missing though, and it didn't take long for Alison to realize what that was and why she had woken up. Hand moving away from the empty side of the bed, she twisted a bit to focus on the source of the dark muttering coming from the direction of Haroun's desk. Stifling a yawn she slowly shifted, observing him for a moment, before reaching out to tug the silk night robe from her night table, slipping it on while padding over towards him.
Haroun had his laptop fired up, and was sitting on CNN's international news page. "Damn them." he said with a heavy head and a sigh. "Oh, hey Ali. Didn't mean to wake you. It's early yet, go back to bed. I'll be there in a moment."
She usually woke up sharply, but she'd only slept a few hours and her head felt a touch fuzzy. Her fingertips found the bump on her head and she winced a touch - that explained the light headache, she supposed. "Mmm." Instead of turning around, she walked to stand behind him instead, and stared down at the screen of the computer. The headline screamed out and she sighed softly, shaking her head. Saudi forces, militants clash in Mecca!
Leaning down slowly, she wrapped her arms loosely around him, resting her chin on his shoulder after pressing a light kiss to the side of his throat.
"I got no love for the Saudis - you know that - but I hope they come down on these people with both boots. If for no other reason than for endangering Mecca. I've been there, and some of the city is literally centuries old. They're risking priceless religious treasures that are some of the holiest things anywhere to billions to settle some sort of pointless insane grudge!" he fumed. "It makes me very angry."
"Sometimes people lose sight of the very things they cherish," she murmured, "and the sanctity of what they claim to be fighting to preserve in the process..." She looked down at that, lips brushing against his shoulder lightly, lost in her own thoughts for a moment. A sigh won her over as well and she lifted her head to look at him in gentle concern. "It's... sad."
"Sad is a good word for it. It'll have to do." he said, closing down the web browser. "Nothing I can do about it from here, though." He said with a frustrated snap of the wrist. "Guess I'll go back to bed."
"You do something about it every day," Alison countered softly, straightening up, hands still on his shoulders. They were rock hard with tension and she dug in her thumbs lightly, leaning into the knots of tension she would sense there to try and work them away slowly. "It's not big and splashy every time and it's not right there where everyone can see it... but you do something."
Haroun made a somewhat happynoise as she started trying to massage out some of his shoulder and upper back tension. "I live as faithful a life as I can." he said quietly. "I'm no fundie or anything like that, but I live like I think Allah would like me to live, based on the Words he gave to us in the Koran."
"You believe. You try to make the world a better place. And it doesn't matter if no one ever knows." She smiled down at him, light and heat slowly seeping from her hands as she worked out more of the tension. Finally she leaned down once more, tilting his head towards her so she could kiss him lightly, then press her cheek to his. "Come back to bed. We'll rest up a little while longer, and then go back to doing what we do, mmm?"
Haroun nodded, feeling himself start to relax. "I do the best I can." he said simply. "And that's going to have to be enough."
"Yes." Simple and clear agreement, the hint of a smile which curled her lips, dimpled the cheek resting against his in a giveaway. Taking his hand she tugged lightly before taking a step towards the bed, pausing to turn and look at him.
Haroun let himself be led back to bed, and he collapsed into it bonelessly.
~*~
This is a link to one of the articles.
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