8/4 The Arena
Walking back to her table, after her business dealings with Seirichi, she pushed a chair over against his before sitting. "So..."
He looks up and smiles at her as she takes a seat. "So?"
"So." Leaning in to lay her head against his shoulder.
Sets the glass of water down on the table and leans his head against hers. "Soooooo."
"So, you decided to have your employee stay with me all day." Her hand dropped to rest upon his, fingers tracing along the back of his hand.
He looks down and watches her finger trail over his hand and smiles. "Well, you seemed more relaxed having someone watch your back, so I told him to stay with you until you were with me. Made sense."
"Thank you for that. It was very thoughtful of you, considering how shaken up I was by that whole incident."
"Well, I do what I can." Grins and winks. Oh, but his head is leaning against hers so she can't see it. He chuckles. "I don't think you have anything to worry about now, though. But if you want, I can assign him to you again tomorrow, or as long as you like."
"Why don't you just stay with me? Hm? Have another day like yesterday..."
"I can do that if you want. You're going to have to take time off of work, yourself, though. I can afford to miss work, can you?" He chuckles again. "Besides, there's nothing I'd rather do than stay in bed with you all day."
"Well, here's the thing..." and now they came to her ulterior motive, not that she wouldn't have asked him to stay with her anyway. "Alek wants me to model a few new designs...on a ship. On *your* ship..." Yes, she realized part of it was a ploy so he could be near G again since he hadn't seen him at the parties.
"So, I was wondering if tomorrow, for just a couple of hours, you could sail us out and anchor and let the photographer make me look beautiful..." She knew she was asking a lot. "They pay for location, by the way." Just in case she couldn’t sway him with a pretty smile.
Well, the pay part was nice. But.. he wouldn't get her alone and that wasn't something he was too thrilled with. But there was pay. He kinda frowned at it, though. Still, there was pay, and he had an idea of charging a good chunk of change for that.
"That wouldn't exactly be another day like yesterday. I will say that you don't need a photographer to make you look beautiful. And if Alek or this photographer say anything smarmy like 'Ew, I can't believe you actually sail in this.. thing.' or tell me something mean like 'You're ruining the shot.' then I hope they are in good shape, cause they'll be swimming home, pay or no pay. Otherwise, sure, I can allow for some shots on my ship." What can we say? He's sensitive about the ship.
She was chuckling a little. "Darling, I assure you that Alek is not going to be concerned with your ship aside from the fact that you are on it and he will convince you to give him a tour of *every* room. The photographer will be entirely focused on me as will the hair, makeup, and wardrobe people, the photographer’s assistant, and Adam. You will hardly realize anyone is there. Shouldn't be more than a few hours and then I am taking several days off."
Fingers continued to trace along the back of his hand, over one knuckle and then the next, all the way across his hand. "That was how Katherine agreed to the time off, Alek requested that I take this job and told her I would be on location for several days with him. The photographer is a friend of his so won't leak any of this back to her and Alek gave me time off if I would do this shoot. Basically, if I arranged for him to see your ship." Lifting her head to look at him, mirth filled her gaze. "You have a fanboy, lovely."
"You don't say? I never would have guessed." He chuckled, then nuzzled her a bit. Continued to watch her play on his hand. "So, basically, you are getting time off providing Alek gets to hang around me and drool over me? Think we could get an extra week if I sail us out to sea with my shirt off?"
She kissed the tip of his nose then drew back to scrutinize him, much like she had done when looking at Seiri earlier. "Hmm...I think I could convince him to come up with some lie for Katherine...but you would probably have to let his photographer take pictures." It might be good for G to have to walk in Mercedes' shoes for a few hours, give him a glimpse of what her days were really like.
"Only if you're in the picture with me." And oh, what he could mean by that.
She was giving him the benefit of the doubt that he hadn't just gone completely pervy on her. "Alek sees me topless enough, so I am sure he would prefer to have pictures only of you without a shirt."
"Seriously though, babe. Modelling, it's.. not for me. I'm not flashy or skinny or into fashions or anything like that. I'm too impatient to be told how to stand and look. Heck, I've hardly done any commercials for anything cause that stuff is not my cup of tea. "
He chuckles and shifts to face her. "If Alek wants a pic of me shirtless, he can have the photographer take one as I'm bringing the ship out of dock or whatever. And maybe you should take them with me, topless. I think I'd like a copy of those." He grins at her.
"You lecherous man." Shaking her head a little as she swatted at him. "Whatever shall I do with you? Aside from force you to carry me home because I am too lazy to walk. I have been so extremely tired lately." Cue the huge yawn she tried to hide behind her hand.
"I can't imagine why." Chuckles, kissing the side of her head. "If you're too tired, and I carry you home, does that mean you're going to just lay in bed for me, or should I take a bath with you first?" Grinning widely.
"It means I am going to be lulled to sleep by the water splashing against the ship and then I am going to have marvelous dreams." Yawning again as she capped her bottle of water and put it into her purse before standing. "Are you coming along or staying to do paperwork?"
She has an ulterior motive
Moderator: Mercedes
She has an ulterior motive
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Orange soda must be obtained for safety purposes...
He stood up and stretched, then chuckled. "Why do paperwork when I can accompany the woman I'm crazy about? My dear, you should know by now that I am so totally not a work-a-holic." He grinned and moved beside her, sliding an arm around her waist. "Besides, I get to protect you."
"You're crazy about me, huh? Crazy enough about me to stop and get me a turkey sandwich with spicy mustard and some turtle brownies?" She was using the Puss-n-Boots eyes on him again.
"You're so cute. Sure, we can stop. But you.." He pushes her nose like a button. "...are buying. I could go for a Ham and Cheese sub, with bacon. Yeaaaah..."
"Whaaat? You are making me buy...what happened to the man that always wants to take care of me?" Beeps his nose in return. "And an orange soda. I must have one of those." she slipped an arm around his neck and waited for him to pick her up. "I don't think I ate earlier...I cannot remember. I just know I am ravenous right now and if I don't eat soon, I am going to gnaw your arm off or something."
"Or something." Bad idea actually. He laughs. "Sure, you buy, and that way you can have that orange soda with all that high fructose corn syrup." He drops a bit to hook his arm under her legs and hauls her up, starting for the stairs. "You buy cause I'll be missing Sooo much work with all the time off I'm taking to bring you out to sea for your pictures and whoring myself out to Alek so you get a mini-vacation, and carrying you. It's.. oh.. it's just a couple of sandwiches!" He's going the dramatic route, isn't he.
"I will buy because I lo...because I like you. Yeah, I like you a lot. So. Ham, cheese, and bacon it is. Orange soda and brownies. It is small payment for all of the whoring you are going to be doing for my vacation. Let's go!" Trying to speed talk her way out of that slipup.
"And I want mine toasted." He chuckles. She's been slipping up a lot lately, and he is starting to catch on. "Maybe I'll let Alek catch me coming out of the shower, then, before I get the towel." Grins, allowing her to even forget that she slipped up herself. He isn't going to force the word on her. If she was going to say it, she would. It's her choice. "We should get there, who knows how late it's open." He dips his head to press his lips to the corner of her mouth as he carries her up the stairs and opens the door, shifting so that he can take her out.
"And then I lose both my boyfriend and my designer-slash-best guy friend all at the same time. No, G'nort...you keep yourself covered and spare Alek the fight I will put up when he tries to steal you.” Forcing the word on her would have been bad, indeed, since she doesn't think she believes such a thing exists. G was likely just laughing inside at how ridiculously childish Mercedes was being about her feelings for him.
"Okay, okay. I'll behave. For the most part." He chuckles, and yes, he was amused by it all.
"If it is closed, you will use your pirate skills and break in. I am hungry enough to eat a bear, I think. Maybe a bear and a horse." So sayeth the model that watches every calorie.
"Orange soda, G....orange soda must be obtained for the safety of you and your ship."
She was going to have to make Adam schedule mealtimes into her daily agenda or something.
"Maybe I'd like you to be a bit on the wild side." Laughing as he carries her out of the Arena and starting down the road. "You must really like Orange soda, my precious. I don't think I've seen you this obsessed in a while."
Likely never since she was an extremely disciplined person when it came to matters regarding her body.
"So, you want me to break into stores to steal the orange soda whilst eating a bear and a horse and kicking Alek's ass for staring at your naked body? This is what you are telling me?" Spotting the brightly colored sign of the store, Merci almost sighed in relief. "There. Go. Now."
"Demanding little girl, aren't you?" Laughing as he heads towards the storefront. "I think we could re-direct all that energy into something a little more positive, don't you? Maybe into getting you to swing a sword or something, or dare I say it, helping me clean the decks!" He grinned, knowing she'd react negatively to the thought that she would clean the decks on his ship. Puh-leeze.
"I am not immune to work, you know. I require gloves and sunscreen first, though. And being at sea when I am doing this." How was that for a pleasant surprise...though mixed in with the usual Diva style demands. "I do not use swords, I use sticks!"
Hip bumps the doors into opening, and he raised both brows at her declaration of being willing to work on the deck. "Well then, once I dump Alek, Adam and the photographer into the ocean and sail on our way further out to sea, I will get your gloves and sunscreen. Then when the night comes and the deck is spotless, I shall massage you and let you drink wine and orange soda to your hearts content!"
"No wine!" Half rushed words, half muttered as if annoyed at the thought. Speaking of orange soda, she was pointing him in the direction of the coolers.
Showing off her super skills, she was grabbing things off of the shelves as he carried her through the store. She did have the sensibility not to open the package of cookies without paying, however. But don't think she didn't think of doing so.
"What happened to the brownies?" He started angling her around so she couldn't grab anything. He moved to the cooler and let her open the door, however, so that she could reach in for however many orange sodas she could grab. Then she took her to the counter to place the order for the sandwiches. "Be polite, my dear." He grinned.
"Oh, I'm getting those too." He was given a staaaaare as he told *her* to be polite. The cookie package was shaken threateningly at him.
"I blame Lizzie for this orange soda craving. If I hadn't seen that girl drinking them, I wouldn’t want them." It didn't matter that it had been over a month since she had seen this. She was going to blame someone else for every ounce she gained.
"You're crazy about me, huh? Crazy enough about me to stop and get me a turkey sandwich with spicy mustard and some turtle brownies?" She was using the Puss-n-Boots eyes on him again.
"You're so cute. Sure, we can stop. But you.." He pushes her nose like a button. "...are buying. I could go for a Ham and Cheese sub, with bacon. Yeaaaah..."
"Whaaat? You are making me buy...what happened to the man that always wants to take care of me?" Beeps his nose in return. "And an orange soda. I must have one of those." she slipped an arm around his neck and waited for him to pick her up. "I don't think I ate earlier...I cannot remember. I just know I am ravenous right now and if I don't eat soon, I am going to gnaw your arm off or something."
"Or something." Bad idea actually. He laughs. "Sure, you buy, and that way you can have that orange soda with all that high fructose corn syrup." He drops a bit to hook his arm under her legs and hauls her up, starting for the stairs. "You buy cause I'll be missing Sooo much work with all the time off I'm taking to bring you out to sea for your pictures and whoring myself out to Alek so you get a mini-vacation, and carrying you. It's.. oh.. it's just a couple of sandwiches!" He's going the dramatic route, isn't he.
"I will buy because I lo...because I like you. Yeah, I like you a lot. So. Ham, cheese, and bacon it is. Orange soda and brownies. It is small payment for all of the whoring you are going to be doing for my vacation. Let's go!" Trying to speed talk her way out of that slipup.
"And I want mine toasted." He chuckles. She's been slipping up a lot lately, and he is starting to catch on. "Maybe I'll let Alek catch me coming out of the shower, then, before I get the towel." Grins, allowing her to even forget that she slipped up herself. He isn't going to force the word on her. If she was going to say it, she would. It's her choice. "We should get there, who knows how late it's open." He dips his head to press his lips to the corner of her mouth as he carries her up the stairs and opens the door, shifting so that he can take her out.
"And then I lose both my boyfriend and my designer-slash-best guy friend all at the same time. No, G'nort...you keep yourself covered and spare Alek the fight I will put up when he tries to steal you.” Forcing the word on her would have been bad, indeed, since she doesn't think she believes such a thing exists. G was likely just laughing inside at how ridiculously childish Mercedes was being about her feelings for him.
"Okay, okay. I'll behave. For the most part." He chuckles, and yes, he was amused by it all.
"If it is closed, you will use your pirate skills and break in. I am hungry enough to eat a bear, I think. Maybe a bear and a horse." So sayeth the model that watches every calorie.
"Orange soda, G....orange soda must be obtained for the safety of you and your ship."
She was going to have to make Adam schedule mealtimes into her daily agenda or something.
"Maybe I'd like you to be a bit on the wild side." Laughing as he carries her out of the Arena and starting down the road. "You must really like Orange soda, my precious. I don't think I've seen you this obsessed in a while."
Likely never since she was an extremely disciplined person when it came to matters regarding her body.
"So, you want me to break into stores to steal the orange soda whilst eating a bear and a horse and kicking Alek's ass for staring at your naked body? This is what you are telling me?" Spotting the brightly colored sign of the store, Merci almost sighed in relief. "There. Go. Now."
"Demanding little girl, aren't you?" Laughing as he heads towards the storefront. "I think we could re-direct all that energy into something a little more positive, don't you? Maybe into getting you to swing a sword or something, or dare I say it, helping me clean the decks!" He grinned, knowing she'd react negatively to the thought that she would clean the decks on his ship. Puh-leeze.
"I am not immune to work, you know. I require gloves and sunscreen first, though. And being at sea when I am doing this." How was that for a pleasant surprise...though mixed in with the usual Diva style demands. "I do not use swords, I use sticks!"
Hip bumps the doors into opening, and he raised both brows at her declaration of being willing to work on the deck. "Well then, once I dump Alek, Adam and the photographer into the ocean and sail on our way further out to sea, I will get your gloves and sunscreen. Then when the night comes and the deck is spotless, I shall massage you and let you drink wine and orange soda to your hearts content!"
"No wine!" Half rushed words, half muttered as if annoyed at the thought. Speaking of orange soda, she was pointing him in the direction of the coolers.
Showing off her super skills, she was grabbing things off of the shelves as he carried her through the store. She did have the sensibility not to open the package of cookies without paying, however. But don't think she didn't think of doing so.
"What happened to the brownies?" He started angling her around so she couldn't grab anything. He moved to the cooler and let her open the door, however, so that she could reach in for however many orange sodas she could grab. Then she took her to the counter to place the order for the sandwiches. "Be polite, my dear." He grinned.
"Oh, I'm getting those too." He was given a staaaaare as he told *her* to be polite. The cookie package was shaken threateningly at him.
"I blame Lizzie for this orange soda craving. If I hadn't seen that girl drinking them, I wouldn’t want them." It didn't matter that it had been over a month since she had seen this. She was going to blame someone else for every ounce she gained.
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Whose gigolo is Alek?
He gave her a stern stare back, then smiled at the young girl behind the counter. "Hi there, cutie. I'll have a ham and cheese, please, toasted, extra mayo, add oregano and lettuce, if you would. And whatever my dulcet darling wishes. Something about turkey and avacado." Chuckles as he shifts her to place her order. "Oh sure, blame whoever Lizzie is. When did you see her drink it? Two months ago?"
"Cutie?" Oh it was on now! She looked at the girl and offered her best smile, which honestly, was something to behold. "Hello, lovely. Turkey and spicy mustard and if you poison the lecherous man's sandwich, I will give you a thousand gold. Right here and now." When the girl looked shocked, Mercedes held up another finger. "Two thousand." Then the night manager was signaled. Great.
"You are going to get us thrown out of here without getting my sandwich, G" Pouuuuut. Even though she was the one trying to bribe the girl into murder.
"And to answer your question. Yes, it was probably two months ago. It was an impressionable time for me."
He laughed and winked to the girl. "Don't worry about the poisoning. Do you have any idea how much two thousand gold weighs? There's no way she could carry that much, let alone me. She doesn't have it." He grinned. "Just the sandwiches, please." He smiled at Merci. "Must have been. What else are you stuck with from two months ago?
"I am stuck with you still." But she was actually smiling and leaned up from her reclining position in his arms to kiss his chin. "Which I am trying to remedy, but you are messing up my plans."
The deli girl just stared at the two of them and admittedly, they did look a little crazy.
He chuckled and kissed her nose when she kissed his chin, then shifted down towards the pick up area. "I can't help being so darn sexy that you can't live without me. But, it's the sex, isn't it? You actually hate me to death but the sex is what you keep me around for." Mock sigh.
"Am I so transparent as that? Hmmm...I shall have to work on my con artist skills. It is the sex and the ship, really but you weren't supposed to know."
"Okay, I won't tell anybody. It'll just be between you and me." Snickering as the people behind the counters make no attempt to hide their amused astonishment at the topics of conversation as they wrap up the sandwiches and slide them across to the two of them. "I knew it was about the ship."
"I'm rather surprised the gossip rags haven't printed something like that about us. Since I am manipulative and a pinup model.." Just quoting the two different gossip sources. "Obviously if I am those things then it would be safe to assume I am just using you for your skills in the bedroom..."
"And your ship driving (still didn't have the lingo) skills..."
"Well of course. But naturally I let them think whatever they want. Means nothing to me. After all, I use you as a trophy girlfriend so people think I'm not alone.. and so you can use me for my bedroom skills." Another mock sigh. "Oh the lies we live for the benefit of the tabloids. Whatever shall we do?"
"Don't forget that I am likely spending all of your money on my fabulous clothing and thousands of pairs of shoes and on my gigolo...that would be Alek, since I am with him quite frequently. Of course, he will be your gigolo as well, after tomorrow's shoot. Right?"
"Oh sure. Your gigolo, then my gigolo, hell, we can have him be our gigolo and share his gigaloness together. Why not?" Laughs and takes the sandwiches. "You're paying, remember?" Grins. "And where are you going to keep all these thousands of shoes and all these clothes? At least our gigolo we can keep tied up in the bedroom."
"Oh, I forgot that our living arrangements had changed and we are shacked up together, probably." That had her chewing her lower lip for a moment before snapping out of the suddenly serious thinking. Laughs it off. "Well, I will have to move out since I am shallow and obviously require a closet the size of a house for all of my belongings."
"I should call the realtor and have a look at that place in New Haven again." She fished silver from her purse and deposited it upon the counter without counting. There was likely enough there to cover ten times what they had bought but she was distracted.
"Well, there is a dock in New Haven. Perhaps you can get a house there, and I can move my ship from Dockside over to Haven, and then we can be forever close, and if you run out of space in your home because of clothes and shoes and all, you will have a place to stay on my ship." He nods. "But Alek will have to pay rent."
"Well...maybe you should just stay in my house instead...since my shoes and clothes will need to be guarded. And yes, Alek will have to pay rent." Nodding.
"Cutie?" Oh it was on now! She looked at the girl and offered her best smile, which honestly, was something to behold. "Hello, lovely. Turkey and spicy mustard and if you poison the lecherous man's sandwich, I will give you a thousand gold. Right here and now." When the girl looked shocked, Mercedes held up another finger. "Two thousand." Then the night manager was signaled. Great.
"You are going to get us thrown out of here without getting my sandwich, G" Pouuuuut. Even though she was the one trying to bribe the girl into murder.
"And to answer your question. Yes, it was probably two months ago. It was an impressionable time for me."
He laughed and winked to the girl. "Don't worry about the poisoning. Do you have any idea how much two thousand gold weighs? There's no way she could carry that much, let alone me. She doesn't have it." He grinned. "Just the sandwiches, please." He smiled at Merci. "Must have been. What else are you stuck with from two months ago?
"I am stuck with you still." But she was actually smiling and leaned up from her reclining position in his arms to kiss his chin. "Which I am trying to remedy, but you are messing up my plans."
The deli girl just stared at the two of them and admittedly, they did look a little crazy.
He chuckled and kissed her nose when she kissed his chin, then shifted down towards the pick up area. "I can't help being so darn sexy that you can't live without me. But, it's the sex, isn't it? You actually hate me to death but the sex is what you keep me around for." Mock sigh.
"Am I so transparent as that? Hmmm...I shall have to work on my con artist skills. It is the sex and the ship, really but you weren't supposed to know."
"Okay, I won't tell anybody. It'll just be between you and me." Snickering as the people behind the counters make no attempt to hide their amused astonishment at the topics of conversation as they wrap up the sandwiches and slide them across to the two of them. "I knew it was about the ship."
"I'm rather surprised the gossip rags haven't printed something like that about us. Since I am manipulative and a pinup model.." Just quoting the two different gossip sources. "Obviously if I am those things then it would be safe to assume I am just using you for your skills in the bedroom..."
"And your ship driving (still didn't have the lingo) skills..."
"Well of course. But naturally I let them think whatever they want. Means nothing to me. After all, I use you as a trophy girlfriend so people think I'm not alone.. and so you can use me for my bedroom skills." Another mock sigh. "Oh the lies we live for the benefit of the tabloids. Whatever shall we do?"
"Don't forget that I am likely spending all of your money on my fabulous clothing and thousands of pairs of shoes and on my gigolo...that would be Alek, since I am with him quite frequently. Of course, he will be your gigolo as well, after tomorrow's shoot. Right?"
"Oh sure. Your gigolo, then my gigolo, hell, we can have him be our gigolo and share his gigaloness together. Why not?" Laughs and takes the sandwiches. "You're paying, remember?" Grins. "And where are you going to keep all these thousands of shoes and all these clothes? At least our gigolo we can keep tied up in the bedroom."
"Oh, I forgot that our living arrangements had changed and we are shacked up together, probably." That had her chewing her lower lip for a moment before snapping out of the suddenly serious thinking. Laughs it off. "Well, I will have to move out since I am shallow and obviously require a closet the size of a house for all of my belongings."
"I should call the realtor and have a look at that place in New Haven again." She fished silver from her purse and deposited it upon the counter without counting. There was likely enough there to cover ten times what they had bought but she was distracted.
"Well, there is a dock in New Haven. Perhaps you can get a house there, and I can move my ship from Dockside over to Haven, and then we can be forever close, and if you run out of space in your home because of clothes and shoes and all, you will have a place to stay on my ship." He nods. "But Alek will have to pay rent."
"Well...maybe you should just stay in my house instead...since my shoes and clothes will need to be guarded. And yes, Alek will have to pay rent." Nodding.
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Did we just make some sort of...decision?
Laughs and takes her away from the counter and starts for the exit. "I don't think I'd be able to fit inside your house with thousands of shoes. Where would I sleep? No. Best to just lock your doors and sleep in my bed on the ship. Yes, that way we can have it all."
"But what will the tabloids say about us shacking up? It would be scandalous, especially with Alek locked up in my house. Paying rent even though he is a prisoner!" She waved and smiled sweetly at the people behind the counter as they stared at the oddest couple they had likely seen in a very long time. But they both had great hair, so oddity was allowed.
This much is true. They definitely looked good. "Who cares about the tabloids? They'll write their own stories anyway. Besides, they probably think that we have a man, a woman, a chimpanzee, some motorized additions and a bunch of chains hanging from the ceiling already. It's not going to matter. What -will- matter is just how much rent Alek will pay."
"Agreed."
"And making sure you don't use my toothbrush or hair products. I will be most displeased with you."
"Oh honey, don't worry. I don't use anyones toothbrush but mine. Some lines shouldn't be crossed. And I have my own haircare products." Grins as they leave the store and start back down the road. "And you may never come into the bathroom if I am in there. Unless I am taking a shower."
"Why would you even think such an atrocious thing?!" Her face screwed up into a decidedly unpleasant look. "Disgusting."
"Just saying. Some couples are that comfortable. I like my privacy." Laughs. "Subject change! Don't do my laundry. I don't need my whites suddenly turning pink cause you slipped in your red pants or whatever." Grins.
He suddenly had grown four heads, that was what she saw when she looked at him and that disgust and shock was written all over her face. "I don't do my own laundry...why would I do yours? And I like my privacy as well. You are not permitted to come in even if I am in the shower unless you are invited." Which he always was, so that was a moot point.
"Well, we could save time and water if we just agreed to shower together. Besides, it would make it easier for us to get our backs washed. I always had trouble with that." Grins and leans down to nibble on her neck. They needed to get to the ship so he'd nibble on his sandwich.
"Agreed." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Think Cor will be able to take care of himself if I move?"
"Cor's a big boy. He probably will be happy to have his place free to himself so he can walk around naked and drink beers or something."
"He doesn't drink beer, he drinks tea. And probably." Fingers brushed through his hair lightly as she leaned in to kiss his forehead. "So...did we..." Brows furrowed as she tried to figure out what had just happened. "Did we just make some sort of...decision and arrangements?" She looked a little wide eyed at the thought of it. He had obviously conned her somehow with his Super Pirate Skills.
He raises his brows and considers the conversation over the last little bit. "Hmm, I suppose we did. But did you really want to buy a house just to store all your shoes and clothes and live on the ship? Or did we agree to have two places? The ship and a house. I can live with you if you want. I have to admit the idea of being able to come home to you each night and sleep with you is quite enticing."
"I...I don't know. We were laughing and everything kept escalating and suddenly I had bought a house for a closet and we were sharing showers to save time but not sharing hair products." Blink blink.
Thinking about what he said, serious now and no joking. "I want you to come home to me at night." There. She said it. Something she never thought she would say in a million years. "I also want to buy a house, we need space so we don't suffocate one another. But I also love SpellJammer...I fell in love with that ship the first time we sailed."
Excuse her while she looked a little dazed and confused. The orange soda had been forgotten, as had the cookies, sandwich, brownies and whatever else she had grabbed.
"She's a great ship. Good lines, smooth sailing. I love it too." He grinned. She said she loved. She believes in love after all! Course, it was the ship, though. "So then, my precious. Let me make it official. Will you move in with me? And, May I move in with you?" Bats his lashes.
"I..." She blinked again then smiled, leaning in for a kiss. "I accept! We can live wherever so long as we are together." And so long as she had closet space and Alek payed rent.
"But what will the tabloids say about us shacking up? It would be scandalous, especially with Alek locked up in my house. Paying rent even though he is a prisoner!" She waved and smiled sweetly at the people behind the counter as they stared at the oddest couple they had likely seen in a very long time. But they both had great hair, so oddity was allowed.
This much is true. They definitely looked good. "Who cares about the tabloids? They'll write their own stories anyway. Besides, they probably think that we have a man, a woman, a chimpanzee, some motorized additions and a bunch of chains hanging from the ceiling already. It's not going to matter. What -will- matter is just how much rent Alek will pay."
"Agreed."
"And making sure you don't use my toothbrush or hair products. I will be most displeased with you."
"Oh honey, don't worry. I don't use anyones toothbrush but mine. Some lines shouldn't be crossed. And I have my own haircare products." Grins as they leave the store and start back down the road. "And you may never come into the bathroom if I am in there. Unless I am taking a shower."
"Why would you even think such an atrocious thing?!" Her face screwed up into a decidedly unpleasant look. "Disgusting."
"Just saying. Some couples are that comfortable. I like my privacy." Laughs. "Subject change! Don't do my laundry. I don't need my whites suddenly turning pink cause you slipped in your red pants or whatever." Grins.
He suddenly had grown four heads, that was what she saw when she looked at him and that disgust and shock was written all over her face. "I don't do my own laundry...why would I do yours? And I like my privacy as well. You are not permitted to come in even if I am in the shower unless you are invited." Which he always was, so that was a moot point.
"Well, we could save time and water if we just agreed to shower together. Besides, it would make it easier for us to get our backs washed. I always had trouble with that." Grins and leans down to nibble on her neck. They needed to get to the ship so he'd nibble on his sandwich.
"Agreed." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Think Cor will be able to take care of himself if I move?"
"Cor's a big boy. He probably will be happy to have his place free to himself so he can walk around naked and drink beers or something."
"He doesn't drink beer, he drinks tea. And probably." Fingers brushed through his hair lightly as she leaned in to kiss his forehead. "So...did we..." Brows furrowed as she tried to figure out what had just happened. "Did we just make some sort of...decision and arrangements?" She looked a little wide eyed at the thought of it. He had obviously conned her somehow with his Super Pirate Skills.
He raises his brows and considers the conversation over the last little bit. "Hmm, I suppose we did. But did you really want to buy a house just to store all your shoes and clothes and live on the ship? Or did we agree to have two places? The ship and a house. I can live with you if you want. I have to admit the idea of being able to come home to you each night and sleep with you is quite enticing."
"I...I don't know. We were laughing and everything kept escalating and suddenly I had bought a house for a closet and we were sharing showers to save time but not sharing hair products." Blink blink.
Thinking about what he said, serious now and no joking. "I want you to come home to me at night." There. She said it. Something she never thought she would say in a million years. "I also want to buy a house, we need space so we don't suffocate one another. But I also love SpellJammer...I fell in love with that ship the first time we sailed."
Excuse her while she looked a little dazed and confused. The orange soda had been forgotten, as had the cookies, sandwich, brownies and whatever else she had grabbed.
"She's a great ship. Good lines, smooth sailing. I love it too." He grinned. She said she loved. She believes in love after all! Course, it was the ship, though. "So then, my precious. Let me make it official. Will you move in with me? And, May I move in with you?" Bats his lashes.
"I..." She blinked again then smiled, leaning in for a kiss. "I accept! We can live wherever so long as we are together." And so long as she had closet space and Alek payed rent.
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He laughed and kissed her back, giving her a bit of a squeeze. "Well all right then. That's settled. You pick a nice place in New Haven and I shall move my ship to the docks there. We shall live happy and free and make love under the stars and in our new bedroom, and then I shall mow the lawn while you pick wall patterns. Just make sure there's a room in the basement to lock Alek in." Laughing again.
Her worst nightmare had just been spoken but this time...it seemed a lot less like a nightmare and a lot more like a content life. When had that wall come down? The Scoundrel's pirate skills...there was something to that.
For an orphan that had been on the streets for so many years...the thought of buying her own house and having a place to belong and someone to belong with...it was a little overwhelming but in a good way. Then she had to ruin their dream life..."I will cook dinner!" So, in other words, they would live together for a week before G died. So sad.
"Then I shall make sure to write my will so that it includes you in it! You know, if we're not careful, our relationship is going to escalate further and who knows what will happen." He grins at her and kisses her again. "You're so wonderful. I'll make sure you get my socks in the will."
So disturbed by the thought of his socks, she missed him eluding to the fact that her cooking was awful. "Nono, darling. I don't need to be in your will! You may take your socks to your ocean grave."
Whoa! He was really pushing the boundaries tonight, having somehow made her think living together was a good idea and now he was talking about relationship escalation. "Uhhm..yes, who knows..."
Her arms were slipped from their perch around his neck so that she could place them along his cheeks and kiss him. "You aren't so bad yourself ...when you aren't trying to give me stinky socks."
"They'd be washed. Honest. Just not with your reds." He grinned and gave her a kiss as well. "I think this will be a wonderful arrangement. But.. umm.. one serious thing. I know we were joking about Alek and locking him in the basement and making him pay rent. But really, he won't be. And he doesn't get a key to the place. I'd hate to be with you in bed and have him come waltzing in to get you up for work."
"Well he is obviously not going to live with us. He has a very swanky apartment near where I want to live. G'nort, he only did that in Caradon because I was late for work...because of you! It was one time...you really should forgive him!" And suddenly she was allll smiles. "Alright, take me *home*, serious live-in boyfriend." Somehow she managed to live through saying those words, having been sure for many years that she would die if she became serious about anyone.
"Maybe one day I will, when he's not trying to feel me up." He laughs and winks at her. "Home it is, Serious live-in Girlfriend. Home it is." And that is where he takes her.
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Her worst nightmare had just been spoken but this time...it seemed a lot less like a nightmare and a lot more like a content life. When had that wall come down? The Scoundrel's pirate skills...there was something to that.
For an orphan that had been on the streets for so many years...the thought of buying her own house and having a place to belong and someone to belong with...it was a little overwhelming but in a good way. Then she had to ruin their dream life..."I will cook dinner!" So, in other words, they would live together for a week before G died. So sad.
"Then I shall make sure to write my will so that it includes you in it! You know, if we're not careful, our relationship is going to escalate further and who knows what will happen." He grins at her and kisses her again. "You're so wonderful. I'll make sure you get my socks in the will."
So disturbed by the thought of his socks, she missed him eluding to the fact that her cooking was awful. "Nono, darling. I don't need to be in your will! You may take your socks to your ocean grave."
Whoa! He was really pushing the boundaries tonight, having somehow made her think living together was a good idea and now he was talking about relationship escalation. "Uhhm..yes, who knows..."
Her arms were slipped from their perch around his neck so that she could place them along his cheeks and kiss him. "You aren't so bad yourself ...when you aren't trying to give me stinky socks."
"They'd be washed. Honest. Just not with your reds." He grinned and gave her a kiss as well. "I think this will be a wonderful arrangement. But.. umm.. one serious thing. I know we were joking about Alek and locking him in the basement and making him pay rent. But really, he won't be. And he doesn't get a key to the place. I'd hate to be with you in bed and have him come waltzing in to get you up for work."
"Well he is obviously not going to live with us. He has a very swanky apartment near where I want to live. G'nort, he only did that in Caradon because I was late for work...because of you! It was one time...you really should forgive him!" And suddenly she was allll smiles. "Alright, take me *home*, serious live-in boyfriend." Somehow she managed to live through saying those words, having been sure for many years that she would die if she became serious about anyone.
"Maybe one day I will, when he's not trying to feel me up." He laughs and winks at her. "Home it is, Serious live-in Girlfriend. Home it is." And that is where he takes her.
Taken from live play.
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