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All you need is a little faith and trust

Magda liked his warm skin on her hands, and his words were so welcome that her skin heated under her cheek. She liked that he was forward but wasn't rushing this. They would sit and talk and let things happen naturally. It was pleasant.

She hadn't even read his cards yet, having started with her palm but she wasn't about to let him go to read for the cool desk just yet. Instead she answered his question in Polish, staying to their native language. "Well, after Poland--" she didn't pause after saying these words, but she knew they both understood what 'after Poland' meant. After the camps. After the war. "--I decided that I wanted to see the world. I was alone, but I met people everywhere I went. I ended up following my stomick here, as I tried to find the best foods I could." That was the short, non-emotionally story of how she ended up here. "And you, Erik?" She asked, "Tell me about you."

Faith and Trust and Pixie Dust

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All you need is a little faith and trust

He began by reminding her that she had just said he was faithful. Yes, but she liked that he had admitted to no one else holding his attention. "If you ever, test your readings." Magda laughed softly, in an light manner as she could almost feel his next words. "To see how much truth they hold." Passion. Stamnia. He was a stranger, and she'd never done this before. Did she dare? "Unless there is someone in your life who prevents you from doing so." Ah yes, she needed to answer her own question too.

Turning their hands over his his were on top, and her palms where up she gently took his finger to trace her lines. "There is no one." She admitted, "This line, like yours, says that I too am loyal." Which she always found odd, since she had left her people and gone out into the world. Yet she assumed it was meant that she was loyal to herself, and maybe one day a family? "I have not tested it. I don't normally let readings get so . . . " Her fingers moved over his hands as she tried to think of the word to describe this in Polish or English. "personal." Flirty, fun, interest in a physically way. "Yet is does make one wonder how accurate they are," she teased, letting him know she was open to things. She wasn't even sure what he was asking, but she wasn't afraid to find out.

Faith and Trust and Pixie Dust

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Love me like you do, touch me like you do

He asked about Nina and Magda smiled, knowing he was a god father and always asked about his daughter. He loved her so much. Nina had to be the best thing to very happen to Erik. Family meant so much to them both. "Out side with her friends," Magda told her, knowing that Nina's powers were special and (she assumed) rare. Her daughter was using them for good things, and to bring happiness and Magda loved it!

"She is growing very independent." Which was one reason Magda felt it was time for another baby! "Do you remember when she was so small? She wanted you to carry her everywhere!" Magda smiled at the memory. "She had you wrapped around her little fingers. I thought you'd spoil her endlessly." Magda was teasing him, but there was some truth too it. Erik loved his daughter, and if she wanted to be held, he always held her. Nina loved him singing to her at night, so Erik sang too her. These weren't bad things. It was what made him a good father.

Only you can set my heart on fire

Erik Lehnsherr

Clouds will race in, Rains will pour down

"Yes, they will be loved and see use in love!" Magda took his hand and let him help her up. She pulled on one of his shirts so she was better covered to walk around the kitchen, but didn't bother with adding pants. Laughing softly at his 'you two' she pretended to think. "Strawberries!" She said, knowing it was something they already had. "And pancakes!" Linking their fingers she walked with him toward the kitchen, and then let him go while she pulled out some orange juice. Pausing she looked back in. "And chocolate, and about a million things." She added.

Magda knew about how Erik found out about his powers. She knew it because she had been there--not there while it happened, but in the camp. After he'd killed the guards the others didn't want to go near him. So they'd "made" her do it. However she also knew that his happened while in extreme fear. While he begin cooking she asked more, "How old are most children when they find out about their powers?" Magda knew how they worked a little, but as a mother she needed some details on what to expect. Stepping closer to him she tucked her body against his while he worked--not that he needed both hands as more and more her kitchen wear (among other things in their house) were metal. "Am I going to have to hide the metal from the baby?" She teased.

But you will be safe in my arms

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All you need is a little faith and trust

He leaned forward, and Magda found herself doing it as well, leaning closer as her words grew a little slower. Without thinking she was making herself open--mentally--to his advances. "This one," She began, tracing another line on his palm, this time slower as her fingers lingered over his skin openly. "Is your heart line."

"It's curved here, which tells me you are a generous, and sensual nature." She smiled slyly and looked up at him. "It's unbroken, so you are faithful to your friends and lovers. It's a think line, which hints to a passionate nature. . . . are you a man of passion, Erik?" She asked, being more forward in her flirting now, and a little inviting him to continue. While the line meant more about their personality then about his bed room action, Magda left the double words linger between them. Her fingers traced the line while she spoke, drawing over it one way and then the other. Teasing him palm while she spoke in Polish to him.

Faith and Trust and Pixie Dust

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All you need is a little faith and trust

He asked about her culture, and Magda smiled. "What gave me away?" She teased, knowing that the place had a strong air about it. She never hide her culture, even though she'd traveled and picked up so much other things. "It's been a long time since I was back in Poland and with the people." Not many happy memories there, and she wasn't about to ask him about his own, so she skipped the reason she left. "But whenever I go, I bring a little of it with me."

Magda put the cards on the table between them and them pushed the desk toward him. "Mix them, and split the desk where you please." She got up while he did, and poured the hot water into the cups. She put the tea leaves in a squeezer and let them soak int he water. Carrying the cups to the table she put one before him and one at her seat. As he sat the deck back on the table she reached for his hand, and put her's over his. She kept her eyes on his as she turned his hand over, and then looked at his palm. "Your right hand shows what will be, and your left hand shows what could be." She reached her hand out and waited for him to put his other hand in her's.

Holding his hands, she felt a little warmth touch her cheeks in the slightest blush. They were strong hands, and warm. She liked touching them. She pretended to think for a moment, letting her touch linger on his. "Your life line is very long. So you will live a long time." Looking up at him she smiled, before looking down at his hand, her smile soften. "You've lost a great deal." She couldn't see above his wrist because of his jacket, but knowing he was from Poland, and that he'd lost people--she could guess what would be there. Numbers. Like the ones she had on her arm under her own shelve. "This line here," She pointed to the line of loss, and how it touched his fate line. "You can't let the loss go. It echos through your whole life." Then again, didn't it do that with everyone who had been int he camps? How did one escape that?

Faith and Trust and Pixie Dust

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There can be miracles

It had been one of the things she had not wanted tot ell him since she knew how much it hurt her, and how much it would hurt him. The baby had not been as lucky as Nina. She'd woke up tot he loss, and he was going to experience it twice. Magda felt his fingers under her shirt and him pause. She knew--she knew what he was thinking even before he put his forehead on his.

Tears filled her eyes and she closed them to fight the emotion. The need to be with him moved to a need to be held by him. Her shoulders shook slightly from the sadness, as she began to cry. She didn't need to say anything with words, they had been together long enough that words weren't always needed. He knew, and she knew. Her hands moved to hold him as she cried, and she finally after so long of healing without him--got to be held by the man she loved while she dealt with the loss of her baby.

"Our baby," she whispered, trying to deal with the loss. They'd not even gotten to tell anyone yet. It had been so new. The doctor said that might be a blessing, and make it easier--but for people like them who valued family before anything--it didn't.

When you believe

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Clouds will race in, Rains will pour down

He admitted he was pleased with himself and Magda laughed a very happy laugh that took up her whole face. She was so glad that she'd just kept him in bed and told him this way. It made this moment so special! "Good, because I want this baby to have a happy life," She told him, knowing that it would be easy with them. Yet she did worry about the politics, but not enough to ruin this moment. Soon enough they'd have to talk about how this would work but for now . . .

"I fear your baby is growing hungry." She teased, and smiled at him. "Will you join us?" She'd make something to eat, and they could bask in this feeling for a while longer. Magda would never out grow her need for food! Taking his hand she rested it on her belly while letting him answer. She couldn't wait to swell big with the baby, and to hold the baby.

In fact the only thing she didn't like was the knowledge that she had not been able to take her husband's name, and the baby wouldn't be able too either. It was the only part of this she had ever disliked. Yet it wasn't enough to stop her from enjoying this.

But you will be safe in my arms

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Baby mine, don't you cry,

Magda was walking toward the door, the soft song still humming in her lips as it opened. For a moment she was confused because no one had been there but then . . . he walked in. Magda stepped back, more to unconsciously allow him to enter then from fear. The soft contented expression falling into one of surprise. "Erik," She whispered his name, as she tried to take in the fact that out of all the people in all the world--Erik Lehnsherr had just walked into her little shop.

Her lips tilted for a half second in an almost smile before the surprise took back over. Erik was standing before her! Magda's eyes took him in, noticing that he looked good--healthy at least. Yet there was something about his face that sparked worry. Pushing the feeling aside, she tried to find words that he was here.

Everything else was long since forgotten, as the only thing she could think of right now was the man that was here. The one that she had once loved--and if her heart beating like it was was any sign--she loved him still. "Hello," she finally managed to get out the soft word. Blinking she smiled softly, but not a full smile. The shock was still the greater emotion. "It seems that once again, everything I thought I'd say to you has left my mind." She said, her voice becoming less soft, and more welcoming as she slowly recovered from the surprise of seeing him. Her words a reference to the time they had met at the wall, and she'd not been able to think of anything to say.

Baby mine, dry your eyes

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