Who: Bridget and David What: Being cutesies When: Directly after this on Sunday night Where: Their apartment
Auditioning was tiring, as was working part-time in the meantime. Bridget didn't mind tiring, though the endless rejection auditioning brought along with it wasn't great for her self-esteem. She had gone to two auditions today, but she didn't hold out much hope for them. It was why she had turned to the internet, and been pleasantly surprised by the response from David's family. It was wonderful, feeling like part of something, and it had Bridget feeling blessed and happy.
Which was why she emerged from her own room, intending to find David. He had been on the computer too, and she found him in the office. "Hey," she said sweetly, smiling warmly at him. "So you want to move into the fridge, hmmm?"
David turned slightly as Bridget came into the room, the better to look at her. He coughed and blushed when she spoke. "Well, um, just for the interim," he said a little awkwardly, swiveling the chair around to face her properly. "To be on the safe side."
Bridget's smile widened, finding his hesitance adorable. She entered the room and stepped over to him, leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips. "We should set a date then," she said sweetly. "To give us some kind of light at the end of the tunnel."
David kissed her back, sighing as she pulled away. "Yes, we absolutely should. Before autumn sets in. I want things to still be green around us. And then-" He paused then, and smiling, got up and opened a side drawer. He pulled out a small packet and turned to her, opening it with a flourish. "Passport! I got it yesterday morning and forgot to tell you. So we can go on our honeymoon!"
Bridget grinned and bounced as David showed her his passport. "Eeiii! I can't wait!" Then, without even thinking about it, Bridget jumped into his lap and kissed him again. He pulled away much slower this time, not wanting to end their closeness.
Bridget would never want him to go back on what he had said, and so she was content to wait until after they were married to sleep together even if she didn't believe in the need to wait herself. She still wanted to be as close to him as possible, however.
He was quite happy to hold her close and kiss her. He tried to avoid too much touching in case he became tempted, but the last few days had just gotten a whole lot more difficult. He hadn't slept with her as himself yet, with the knowledge of his transgression, and he was a little bit worried that he might be different, or she'd think him not as good. Still, she was cosy against him, and he ran his hands down her arms to lift her hands to his mouth, so he could kiss her fingertips. "Do you still want to go to Wales? We'll have to book tickets soon, then. Next month, we should do it. Do you think?"
Bridget smiled softly as he kissed her fingertips. "I would love to go to Wales with you. And next month sounds perfect to me." She ran her through his hair when he had finished kissing them. "Sebastian is going to take me shopping for a dress!"
David laughed. "Sounds perfect. You should have fun. We should decide who will be in our wedding party. Are you- will you invite your sister?" He slid his arms around her waist to cuddle her closer.
Bridget's smile faded, but not because she was upset. "I want to," she said softly. "I don't know if she'll come, but I hope she will. I want her to meet you since you introduced me to your family. Who are wonderful, by the way."
"Don't repeat that too often, they'll get all smug," David teased, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "Do you want to call her or write? We'll have two weeks to enjoy the scenery while we're over there. There are people in Wales we could stay with, if we need it, though I don't mind staying in hostels."
"I'll write," Bridget resolved. That gave her sister the chance to simply not reply if she didn't want to. Bridget owed her that much. "I don't mind staying in hostels either. We'll have two weeks?"
"Yeah, I..." David sighed. "It's because I am the Saint David that belongs to America. I can't go overseas for more than a couple of weeks. It's something to do with the laws of ...immortals. I don't know why."
Bridget didn't mind for her own sake, but the idea that David couldn't escape his lot for more than a few weeks at a time was terribly upsetting. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," Bridget said, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "That must be hard, being forced to stay somewhere."
"America's a big place," David said with a small shrug. "It's my lot. Other countries have their own deities, because their people think differently of them. It's quite a big concept to get your head around, really." He shook his head, not really wanting to go into the details when Bridget was finding it so difficult already.
"I suppose...you have me as a consolation," Bridget said with a cute little grin. "And we can have a rooftop wedding and then a wonderful wedding night."
"I hardly think of you as a consolation prize, darling," David replied, cheeks going a bit pink again. It was fine enough being vague online but in person he wasn't much good at being frank about... such things. Even in his head.
Bridget reached up to stroke David's flushing cheeks. The poor dear was so embarrassed and it was little wonder. Which was why she decided it would be a brilliant idea to pull her shirt off, despite the fact that she was straddling his lap, and he had already expressed finding it difficult to stay away from her. She wouldn't let anything get carried away, but she wanted him to be able to look at her without going fidgety.
"David...you can touch me, you know..."
David cleared his throat lightly. "...I know," he said, his eyes dropping to her chest, because- he looked back up at her face, eyes a little round. "Honey. Uhm. Why?" He could feel himself beginning to react, which made his cheeks go redder, and he exhaled sharply and tugged her down so he could kiss her properly.
Bridget leaned in to kiss his forehead. "Because you blush every time you think about sex and I want you to be able to look at me without feeling...what is it you feel, David?"
David stuttered a moment, trying to put his thoughts into words. "I- I- I- ah- I can't help it! I went my whole life without even- you know- and now you-" He groaned and rubbed his face with his hands.
"David, darling, it's okay!" Bridget reached out for his hands and she kissed them gently. "It's just me. You don't have to be embarrassed or nervous with me."
"Well, I'm kind of not... You're just so... amazing. How can I- it's- You're making me lose my words!" David shook his head and rested his hands on her hips. Her skin felt amazing, and he wondered if this was at all real. "I just don't want you to think less of me, that's all."
"Why would I think less of you?" She asked, running her fingers through his hair again. "I love you. Just slow down and tell me how you feel."
"Because we haven't- I haven't. Not as me. Before, it was all Iwan and I don't know if I can be the same. You know?" He wanted her understanding incredibly. "The more I think about it, the more difficult it gets, but I want to be with you at the same time. And I've been reading books, and it says the more anxious a man gets, he can get problems with- um. Stamina."
Bridget had to shut her eyes for a moment because his earnest little face was so endearing and the worst thing she could possibly do in that moment was laugh at him. It wasn't that she thought this was particularly funny, it was just that she wasn't worried about it in the least, being so unworried in fact that worry seemed amusing.
She was glad she had vast amounts of self-control that allowed her to refrain from a bout of giggles.
"Oh, darling," she said, opening her eyes again. "You were not a completely different person when we slept together before. You didn't remember your past, but you were still you. It's going to be a wonderful wedding night, and if it isn't, we have a lifetime after that." Her lifetime, of course. "I am going to tell you a secret. Sometimes sex isn't great, through no fault of anyone. But that doesn't mean the couple gives up or shoots blame around. It's not always going to be perfect. And that's okay, you know? It's already perfect because it's going to be with you."
David felt a bit silly, but she explained it so calmly. He wished he didn't feel so bashful about it. It was just trying to adapt to a new way of life after so long in the old one. "Okay," he said, nodding. He still felt self-conscious about it all, though, and he didn't know how to approach his brothers about it, when they were obviously so confident.
Bridget pushed herself off David's lap and she held her hand out to him. "Come on, Sweetheart. Come with me." He still looked so self-conscious. Someone had to be proactive here. As proactive as they could get before they were married.
David took her hand, curious. How on earth did he get so lucky to be with her anyway?
"Important question," she said, spinning around to face him. She continued walking backwards slowly, leading him towards the bathroom. "More a clarification, really. You are not getting into my pants before the wedding night because I know how important that is to you. But what about things that aren't intercourse? Like, say...handjobs?"
"W-Well-" David spluttered, turning predictably redder. "I don't know-" But maybe that was a good idea. Start small. There was only so far that sneaking information from a book could take you. "Maybe?"
Bridget grinned at him as she pulled him into the bathroom. "It'll make you feel better. Of course if you aren't comfortable enough, you can always tell me to stop." Bridget leaned in to kiss him and then she turned around so she could plug up the bath. Once the water was running, she started to take off her jeans, before she thought to say, "oh, we're taking a bath."
"Oh," was all David could think to say, standing dumb for a moment. Then he went to the cabinet and added a dash of bubbles to the running water. Baths were relaxing, weren't they. You could just soak in the hot water and it was soothing. You didn't have to think about beautiful, soapy, silky women who were currently undressing right in front of you. Definitely... didn't have to... He found himself staring before he realised it, and shut his mouth with a snap, turning to take his shirt off rather brusquely.
Bridget toed her socks off and then she stepped over to kiss his turned back. "It's alright to look, honey. I'm your fiance, you are allowed to look at me and you're allowed to enjoy it."
David felt a little like all he was doing at the moment was mumbling incoherantly. "Yeah I know," he replied, speaking into his chest as he carefully folded his shirt and laid it aside. Dear Lord, he had no idea what he was doing. And it wasn't even like he'd never looked before, either. He stepped out of his own trousers and folded them just as carefully. "How decadent, a bath in the middle of the afternnon," he said, trying to joke a bit.
"Do you want me to stop talking?" Bridget asked, suddenly feeling like maybe he didn't want to do this at all. Perhaps he wanted to marry her just to have her around and not have sex? She didn't know if it was just nerves or if he genuinely just wished she would shut the hell up.
The truth was that she couldn't fathom doing anything for over a thousand years, let alone remaining chaste in a world with ever-growing temptations evolving around you. She couldn't possibly understand how hard it was to suddenly realise that maybe change was a good thing but to have no idea how to go about it because changing your ways after a thousand years was not something that happened overnight. To her, it seemed like it should be easy to go with the flow.
"I'm trying to get you to feel more comfortable, not like you're having that nightmare where you end up naked in front of a classroom or something."
David ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "No. I'm just finding it difficult to... adjust. I think. It's not you, you're brilliant." He turned back to her and pulled her into a tight embrace, the hug feeling amazingly soft and warm when it was against naked skin. "You're patient and kind to me, and I am old-fashioned and stubborn. I'm trying to change, really," he mumbled against her shoulder.
"I know you are and you're doing brilliantly," Bridget assured him. "You really are. You might be overthinking it, Darling. Just...kiss me."
Kissing was something he could do. He kissed her as lovingly as he could, and kept kissing her until the bath was full of hot water and bubbles. Stepping into the tub seemed to alleviate his stresses, especially with Bridget's back against his chest and he could just close his eyes and relax for a while.