Dr. Michael Simon Anders (aka Master Simon) (
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nexus_stables2006-07-08 06:00 pm
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[[Open to
simply_ellie only.]] Warning: Language and suggestive
Dr. Michael Anders has a blindfold tucked in his pocket as he pulls up to Elise's apartment. His PINpoint is in the other pocket. As he parks and climbs the stairs to the lobby, he grins broadly. This is going to be the best surprise ever.
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He hadn't told her how to dress, and since the Nexus was often a rather casual place, she'd put on some cargo pants and tiny t-shirt, much the same outfit she'd worn to go gardening with his mom.
I can't imagine what it'd be?
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I am ready for this!
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Very determinedly, she tries not to think of the magazine Sharon showed her last night. But he sure is pretty excited!
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He looks her over; what she's wearing is up to the challenge.
"You need anything before we go?"
Excited? Him? Hell yeah.
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His excitement is infectious, and it's making her even more bouncier than usual. "Are you going to at least give me a hint?"
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He smiles and winks. After all, he knows she trusts him, and this is definitely something she can trust him about.
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"That secret, huh?" Holding the blindfold, she starts to blush. "Um... I've never put these on myself, Simon usually does it for me. Help please?"
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Moving behind her, he takes the blindfold and then drapes it gently over her eyes, slowly drawing it taut and tying it behind her head.
"Is this comfortable?"
The moment, he finds, is rather intimate, in a sort of comfortable way. Because part of me thinks that blindfolding her should be an everyday aspect of our relationship... I'm a strange man.
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This almost feels like it could be Simon tying the blindfold, but it obviously can't be him. And it's time to stop thinking about these things, okay?
"Yes, very. And I can't see any light from the bottom or anything." Reaching out a hand, she's a little disoriented at first. It's often this way for her and nothing unusual.
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He makes sure she's absolutely steady as he calls up the portal right in front of them.
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"So now... ready for your surprise?"
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"Yes please!" Grinning, she bites her lip in anticipation!
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They're in the Stables' barn. Stalls stretch to either side, and the sounds of the horses already stabled here are very audible. A marmelade barn cat saunters over and winds around Ellie's feet. Through the open door at one end, they can see the paddock and, beyond it, rolling hills.
It's even more beautifull this time.
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"Oh my gosh!" She's already bouncing, careful to not disturb the cat. Her mouth is open in shock, incredulous that he'd found a way for them to meet horses or go riding so soon after their trip.
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"What do you think? Want a tour?"
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He's dying to tell her he owns it, but wants to find a way to make her guess it, so that he can see the look in her eyes as she does.
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Catching sight of the paddock and the pasture beyond, she's enrapt. This is... like a dream. Like what I used to envision, playing with my plastic Breyer horses on my bedroom floor. But real. Even getting to just see this place is a phenomenal treat for her.
The snuffling of a horse pulls her from her daydream. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
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"It must be a lot easier to come in and visit, with a place that's up for sale." She thinks that Michael is very resourceful that way, and is glad of it.
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