A World Without Sun discussion

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Lucy ran her fingers through his hair, “I missed you so much.”

“Show me,” Lucy ordered, pulling her shirt off.

((Yeah. I’ll start))

Lucy was cleaning the room for the sixth time that day. She was scared to leave the room. Scared someone would take her back to the facility, even though she knew it was safe here.

Lucy grinned, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, “hey yourself.”

“I’m good. I’ve been cleaning all day. How about you?” She looked into his eyes.

Lucy grinned, “right? I think I cleaned everything a hundred times,” she giggled.

She giggled, “I love you too.” She kissed his nose.

She smiled against his lips. She didn’t mind living here with him, she just wished her say wasn’t all cleaning. But she was also too scared to leave the room. Lucy was used to her life revolving inside one room, though.

Lucy bit her lip. She didn’t want to leave, but she nodded, “o-okay.” She was sure he’d keep her safe.

Lucy pulled away from him so she could slip her feet into a pare of shoes. She wasn’t sure how far they were going to walk, but she doubted going shoeless wouldn’t be smart, “I think I’m ready.”

Lucy smiled and took his hand, “it doesn’t have to be dangerous for me to hold your hand.”

Lucy’s grip on her hand tightened when they left the room. She became fence as they headed away from it.

Lucy’s eyes widened and she gasped, “what is this place?” She looked at all the plants and flowers.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered in awe.

Lucy grinned, “I could stay here forever.” She looked up at him, then smirked, “you know, it’s a fantasy of mine to get laid in a garden. Something about flowers are so romantic.”

Her face light up, “sounds like a plan!” She bounced with excitement. She turned and wondered into the garden to smell the flowers.

Lucy grinned and took his hand, leading him towards the larger garden.

She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him in return.

((Yup))

A light knock came from the door. On the other side was a young girl, around the age of seven.

The girl looked up at him. “Umm. Hi mister.” She hesitated, “can I use your toilet?” She blushed, “my room is really far and I really gotta go.”

The girl followed and quickly ducked into the washroom.
After a couple minutes, she came back out. “Thanks mister.”

The girl walked slowly, glancing around the room. “Are you new here?”

She shrugged, “do you live alone?”

“Cool! Boyfriend or girlfriend? Are you married? Or is it a sibling?” She started shopping off questions.

The girl rushed over to his bed and started jumping on it, “cool! My dad used to have a girlfriend. But then she killed him and tried to kill me too.” She spun around as she jumped.

“I’m an orphan,” she stated without a care in the world.

“Nope! I crash with whoever lets me into their room.” She says on the bed and smiling innocently.

“Yay!” She glanced around, “do you have snacks? Games? What do you do for fun?”

She gasped, as if offended, “you don’t have fun!? What kind of person doesn’t do anything for fun?”

She pouted, “this is not okay! You need to have fun!” She jumped to her feet.

The girl pouted and crossed her arms, “you’re a boring grumpy pants.”

“Stick in the mud,” she sang the words over and over as she bounced on the bed again.

She kept singing and jumping.
Lucy walked in and paused. “Umm...” who was this little girl? She hadn’t been gone long; she’d gone to see the doctor to see if she was pregnant or not.

Lucy walked over to James and nudged his shoulder. “James?”

She gasped, “are you okay? I’m so sorry.” She bent down to help him up.

Lucy sighed with relief and hugged him back. She perked over at the child jumping on their bed, “so... who’s this?”

“Hmm.” Lucy looked at the girl, “alright young lady, it’s time for you to go home. It’s our bedtime.”
The girl whimpered and got off the bed, “oh... okay...” she looked down and left, scared of Lucy’s adult voice.
Lucy sighed with relief and walked James to the bed.

She snuggled up to him, “I’m not pregnant,” she whispered, “and the doctor gave me birth control.”

Lucy nodded, “mhmm.” She yawned.

Lucy fell asleep.

((Skip to morning? I’m thinking that the girl slept outside their door?))

A light knock came from the door. It was the little girl. She’d been woken up by the smell of food.

She rubbed her eyes tiredly, “do you have food?”

She nodded, “is that okie?”

She dug in, eating as if she hadn’t eaten in days.

The girl ate all the food and looked up at him, “thank you.” She was still hungry, but didn’t want to trouble him more.

The girl frowned, “what?” Was he going to force her to clean? Or do chores he didn’t want to do?