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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 2, 2013 15:30:17 GMT -8
"Well, yes...I mean, just now, when I told you my story. But I meant that as well. I'm a woman with needs, Blaze."
She giggled, remembering their tussle. She did want him it, and the fuzzy feeling in her head was certainly helping the sentiment. She was both pleased and disappointed that he changed the subject.
"I had a brother and two sisters. They've been missing since the bombs fell. I know you mentioned you had a brother so I won't return the question. What is your favorite memory from your childhood?"
She asked, a smile in place. Oh, reminiscing, it was so sweet to think of simpler days.
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Post by David B. on Dec 2, 2013 15:37:51 GMT -8
David smirked.
"I'd say something to that...but perhaps I should...uh....bite my tongue."
He ran a hand through his hair trying not thinking about having a fistfull of hers in his hand instead to straighten his thoughts. His favorite memory from childhood? He thought about it, abscent-mindedly gripping the front of his shirt at the collar with one hand and waving it, trying to let some cool air in. Every time he drank he got hotter than hell, and he ended up naked. He made a mental note that he probably shouldn't do that unless she asked him nicely tonight.
"Well. One of the earliest memories I have of my biological dad was the night he died. Before it happened, we were playing in the living room, my mom in the kitchen washing vegetables, I think. They were very happy people."
He gave a sad smile, before turning back to her.
"What do you think is the most physically attractive part of your body, and what do you think is the most physically attractive about mine?"
Yeah. Re-lighten the mood.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 2, 2013 15:53:12 GMT -8
"A nice happy family, I can appreciate that. It's the kind of feeling I want to pass on to Maddie. I mean you, me, August, Youichi...it's unconventional, certainly, but still good."
She smiled warmly and a bit sadly, thinking about her daughter. Their daughter. Les had caught Maddie writing 'Maddie Van deBlaze' on a some of her schoolwork. She wasn't sure if she should tell David, considering their current situation.
"Heh, well...I mean, I used to like my eyes before they changed. I don't really like anything changed about myself, my hair, my eyes...oh, but, what I do like. I like my physique, I've always been proud of my athletic physique, even in high school."
She admitting, but wouldn't go so far as to confess having checked herself out in the mirror more than once. Loving yourself is most important, isn't it?
"For you..."
She looked him over, from the tips of his hair to the tips of his toes, going up and down at least once. What was her favorite aspect of him?
"I love your smile. It's always so expressive. Mischievous, fun-loving, sultry...seeing your smile always makes me feel warm inside, and kind of fluttery."
That blush. Seeing his smile made her think about his lips, and thinking about his lips made her think about...well...
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Post by David B. on Dec 2, 2013 16:00:26 GMT -8
David bit his bottom lip a moment, turning his eyes to his drink before bringing them back up to her and letting his smile tug a little at the corners of his mouth. He cleared his throat.
"Right on. There are better ways to make you feel warm inside."
He took another swig before re-adjusting in the seat and thinking for a moment to himself, wondering how best to take the conversation. The alcohol in his head was making him want to say and do things along the lines of their conversation, but he also knew that it would be premature and...may not end well for them. Right? Or would it...perhaps they would relax and be totally cool after some time in bed...
'Stop with the ideas, brain. Stop.'
He pushed the thoughts away and turned his attention back to her.
"Did you have a crush on anyone in High School that you still know now? Besides me, of course."
Another confident smirk, but not too cocky. Just...playing the part, after all.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 2, 2013 16:06:55 GMT -8
"Oh that's cheeky!"
She laughed, pushing him in the shoulder playfully. His assuming that she had a crush on him in high school! Whether or not it was true, which it was, he was cheeky to assume such. His question was poised interestingly, because he was only asking about crushes who she still knew now, as present sources in her life.
"Looking for competition are you? I dated Stu back in sophomore year, but then he went a bit mad. Weve reconciled, and you should know his involvement with Del. He up and left though, not sure if youre supposed to know that..."
Delilah had told her about Stu's leaving when they talked in private. It wasnt a mystery but she was sure Del wouldnt care for her to advertise it.
"Mathew and I went on a date back in Junior year. It was actually pretty decent..."
A mild smile crossed her face as she reminisced about the motorcycle ride and the hole in the wall oriental restaurant, she'd let the thought linger between them for a second.
"Didn't amount to anything though, obviously. Oh, and there was that one Christmas with Jon, when I first met Maddie. It was...interesting to say the least. What about you?"
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 4, 2013 15:04:50 GMT -8
David would cock an eyebrow. He never knew she went on a date with Mathew – and though he kept his cool externally, internally he felt a bit of a twinge. He already had a sore spot about Mathew and Bastille…knowing that the Earth Dragon had some time with Les too…?
He took a deep breath, sipping his drink a little, chuckling afterward, mostly from the alcohol.
“I had a thing for Emily, as you know. I was also engaged to Bastille for a while, before the fall. She sorta…came back and forgot that bit though.”
He didn’t think many people knew about him and Mathew’s wife, but wouldn’t be surprised if Les did. She was around when they were together, anyway. He downed a mouthful of his drink, groaning a little at the flavor and burning. He scratched the back of his head.
“Did you ever actually dig Mathew in that way or…?”
Yea, jealousy was an issue for him.
***
“You had a crush on Emily? No wonder you made her your interim Captain and gave her access to your house. I should have known.”
She shook her head, she couldn’t be too jealous, after all. Emily had passed away a while ago. She had been a very good friend of Olesya’s, all things considered.
Les didn’t notice the jealousy, as he was keeping a casual exterior, and the drink was kicking in.
“I mean, yeah. He was the Bad Boy, and I was looking for an adventure. He’s got a good heart though, you just have to break through the hundred walls to find it.”
She remembered the fight they had the other day, the crazed look in his eyes, pained from losing his wife.
“I wonder if someone will ever love me as much as he loves Bastille…”
She breathed, gaze slightly unfocused. She caught herself though, gasping and looking a bit sheepish at her lack of filter.
“Uh, I mean…sorry. I was just…”
She cringed. Sore subject?
***
David frowned, his mood darkening a little, though not at all from what she was thinking.
“Les…you either think low of yourself, or you don’t think too highly of me.”
Her apology was probably for the comment about Bastille – but his words were meant for her reference to someone loving her as much as Matt loved his wife. David had told Les before they broke up, when they were in the kitchen, that they would eventually get married. He had meant it. Despite what was going on now, David was crazy about this white haired woman. He leaned over, setting the glass down on the table, standing, slightly shaky.
“Bathroom break. I’ll be right back.”
He walked around the couch and into the hall. He closed the door and locked it, before looking into the mirror at himself. He stared into his own eyes, wondering what she thought when she looked into them. What everyone thought. Whether he was stupid for how he felt about Kiyr…he looked down at his hands and flexed them.
Olesya loved him. She had liked him since high school. They had a daughter…a house. She was being open with him, and he saw it. Saw that she was changing. Would his presence help or hinder that change?
After a few moments, David would be walking back out of the bathroom, the sounds of the toilet flushing and sink running indicating that he was done with his business. He retook his seat, grabbing the cup and drinking a little more.
“Where were you born?”
***
Les pressed her lips together, not trusting herself to answer his accusation. Which was it? Did she think low of him for loving two women? Not exactly, but he couldn’t possibly love either of them as much as matt loved his wife, not when he couldn’t decide who he loved more.
She nodded when he got up to go to the bathroom, and once the door clicked shut, she put her face in her hands. Don’t’ cry, don’t cry. Get a grip Olesya. Breathe. It was obvious she still had strong feelings for him. He played her heartstrings like a violin in a string quartet, and probably always would no matter his choice.
His choice. What about her choice?
She took a deep breath as the door opened again, and poured herself another round. She was thankful he changed the subject.
“Chicago. My family moved out here for my dad’s job, and we needed a bigger house when Gabri was born. I was almost two.”
She took a sip, still calming her nerves. She racked her brain for a safe territory question.
“How did you become a Dragon?”
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 5, 2013 18:55:54 GMT -8
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Here's the Spark Notes till I care enough to format it all:
David: Dragon...is the loneliest number...! ♪
Olesya: Dragon's not a number.
David: It is!
Olesya: Just drink.
David: Okay!
Olesya: Me too!
FLIRTIN N SHIT
TL;DR they bang, fade out.
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*~*~*~* NEXT MORNING AND SHIT *~*~*~*
"Oh my gawd..."
Olesya groaned, bringing her hands up to her head. The sunlight was like knives in her eyes, her head was throbbing and she felt nauseated. Well, looks like she drank enough to merit a decent hangover. Slowly the events of last night caught up with her...David showing up with a bottle of alcohol, talking, laughing, flirting, touching...
Feeling a lack of presence in her bed, she opened her eyes blearily, her heart dropping into her stomach as she touched the empty side of the bed.
He was gone.
Les pulled her knees up to her chest, closing her eyes and pressing her palms against her lids. Had she fucked everything up? Again? She took a moment to breathe deeply and slow her heart rate, as it was making the room spin. Had he felt ashamed? Did he regret it? Why did he leave? She stayed curled up for another couple of minutes feeling sorry for herselfbefore deciding to get up. She needed to kill this hangover before Maddie got home.
Climbing out of bed, she crossed over to the dresser and pulled open the third drawer. His and her tshirts sat folded side by side. She had kept whatever things he'd left here when he'd left hoping he'd come back for them. Youichi had been using the spare room, and was using her old dresser, and she couldn't make herself move his things completely out. Not yet. In a moment of weakness, she grabbed one of his tshirts and pulled it over her head, and a pair of her own underwear and drawstring shorts. Another deep breath...even if it turns out he did regret it, she didn't. She never would.
Feeling a bit more resolved, and still incredibly hung over, she opened to bedroom door, pausing in the hallway, her heartrate jumping again as her trained ears perked up. There was someone here, she could hear them moving around. Les stepped quietly down the hallway, following the source of the sound. Was it David? Youichi? And intruder? Fighting an intruder would be a huge pain in the ass right now, she could do it, but it would hurt, a lot.
She peeked her head into the kitchen, looking curious, slightly cautious, and a bit nauseated, her eyes slightly squinty from the pounding in her head beating in rhythm with her heartbeat.
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Post by David B. on Dec 14, 2013 6:58:08 GMT -8
As she came around the corner she would see David, spatula in hand, scooping the last of the eggs out of the pan. He looked over at her in his shirt and grinned- she was so damn cute! He put the egg on the plate with the bacon, sausages and flapjacks, grabbing the jug of orange juice and pouring them some glasses as well.
"I was going to give you breakfast in bed but...seeing you walk around in nothing but my Tshirt works just fine for me."
He was so damn proud of himself, and he was showing it. Like a peacock flashing his feathers, he was preening. He wore pajama bottoms, but was otherwise declothed as well. It was dangerous cooking without a shirt but hey, he was the fuckin' Storm Dragon. He did as he eased.
He would hand her a plate, and follow her to wherever she wanted- weather to the kitchen table, or back Ito the bedroom.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 14, 2013 13:20:43 GMT -8
She could smell the breakfast wafting toward her, and at first she thought maybe Youichi had found out somehow and was here to make her a sympathy breakfast and a bloody mary. It wouldnt be the first time...
Her eyes widened and breath caught in her chest as she recognized David at the stove, her lips immediately pulling into a smile. He was here, he was making breakfast, and he seemed to be happy. Her heart skyrocketed to the moon and back, and she temporarily forgot how to speak.
"Uh, wow, um, thanks...!"
She winced slightly the sound of her own voice rattling around in her skull. Hangovers were a bitch. She gladly accepted the plate and sat down at the table, taking small bites so she wouldnt make herself sick.
"How are you feeling?"
Did that question have a double meaning? Why yes, yes it did.
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Post by David B. on Dec 14, 2013 19:57:08 GMT -8
He grinned at her flustered nature. He supposed she wasn't expecting him there. She probably didn't grasp yet that he was changing...and just how drastic of a change it might be.
"I'm good. Better than you at any rate. You must be very Hungover. Probably quite sore as well considering your...condition and recent..activities."
Another smirk. She knew what he was talking about.
Sex and stuff.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 14, 2013 21:08:53 GMT -8
"Yeah, incredibly..."
Olesya groaned, closing her eyes for a brief moment before opening them and returning to her delicious breakfast. She was famished, and the eggs and bacon and sausage tasted like heaven. She missed his cooking.
"Heh...well...yes. Though with any training, it takes a lot of...practice."
Hurr hurr sex jokes. Olesya smirked at him over her plate. Her head was pounding but her heart was flying.
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Post by David B. on Dec 14, 2013 21:17:00 GMT -8
David blushed.
"Trust me when I say- you were just fine. Well trained and in...peak condition."
A chuckle past the food.
"When do we go again?"
Straight face.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 14, 2013 21:39:39 GMT -8
Olesya laughed at his innuendo of her physical condition, glad that he had enoyed it as mucj as she had. Hopefully it wouldnt be a one time thi-
'So when do you wanna go again?'
Well then.
Olesya shovelled the last bit of breakfast in her mouth, getting up from the table and putting her plate in the sink. She ran sone water over it wordlessly, before turning toward him with a wicked grin. She walked over to him, grabbing him by the hem of his pajama bottoms and tugged him in the direction of the bedroom.
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Post by David B. on Dec 14, 2013 22:06:53 GMT -8
David would shovel down his own food and be led away by his pajama bottoms, not fighting back, or trying to hide his grin. He was making it obvious that he wanted this, and didn't want her to think at all that he was regretting it. He knew that discussions would come up sooner or later but for now...for now, he wanted to just share her company.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 15, 2013 7:58:08 GMT -8
(Giggidy...face out...)
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Olesya sighed contentedly, her head on his chest, stark white hair splayed about and unruly. She traced her fingers lazily across his skin, relishing every little sensation. His touch, his smell, his presence, his taste...everything made her feel warm and happy and complete. It was the piece she'd been missing, sparking that fire that had been burning since their night in Crow territory, and coaxing it to life, burning more brilliant than ever before.
"You're mine now."
She purred, cheshire grin in place as she rolled on top of him, placing feather light kisses along his jawline and running her hands through his hair. It was a playful gesture, but the underlying meaning was still there. She'd lost him once, she wasn't going to make that mistake again.
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