|Brody Colborough (pauper) wrote in onceuponadream,|
@ 2011-07-17 12:50:00
|It was after one in the morning and they made it through so many episodes of Buffy. Belinda was really enjoying it so far Hopefully her yells and other such outbursts didn’t bother Brody much. She was just getting very into it! |
She had been far too young for the whole Buffy/Vampire/Witch phenomenon. She’d only caught a few scattered reruns but never from the beginning. So, when she came across it on Netflix she turned it on to watch it all the way through. And she picked Brody to keep her company tonight! "If I don’t make it as a famous rock goddess...I want to be a vampire,” Belinda murmured, staring at the screen. She turned to look at Brody. “Wouldn’t that be pretty awesome? Minus the whole drinking blood thing. But the rest...awesome.”
Her stomach growled interrupting her focus. Hungry! Food! She couldn’t possibly concentrate on any more of the story until she found something to eat. “Hungry...” Bee murmured, popping off the couch and standing in front of him. “What should I make us? And by make I mean microwave,” she clarified.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was alright as far as television shows went. Brody wasn't sure if he was enjoying it as much as the girl sitting beside him, but he was enjoying it enough that he didn't feel as though he was being tortured with every episode. Which was a good thing, it seemed, because it was after one in the morning and she was showing no signs of stopping this little marathon.
"A vampire," he answered with a grin, "I could see that. It's a good thing we don't have to worry about you not making it as a famous rock goddess, though. I like my girl to have a pulse."
When she murmured about being hungry and popped off of the couch, he followed. Food sounded good, after all, and he wanted to go with her if she was going to the land of food.
"I don't know.. something good.. pizza rolls?"
It was one of her recent phases. Buffy, that is. She tended to get excited about something and submerge herself into it. At least until she found the next phase. Some people called them mini-obsessions. She liked to disagree.
Bee was glad he didn't feel like he was being tortured. She knew it might not be the most interesting to him, but she genuinely enjoyed his company. And lounging there on the couch with Brody watching television was a good way to spend her night. If you asked her, anyway.
She put her fingers to her neck and checked for a pulse. "Yup. Still there," Bee said, grinning back at him. Belinda nearly dwelled on his 'my girl’ statement but stopped. She didn’t want to change the mood by getting all girlie and analytical. Plus...food..!
With the freezer door pulled out, she surveyed the contents. Bee tapped her finger against her chin as she debated their options. "Oooooh yumm. Pizza rolls!" Belinda agreed, snatching them out of the freezer and putting them on a plate. Once they were in the microwave she thought of something else! "And chocolate popcorn!" She took out a bag of popcorn so she could pop it in the microwave when the pizza rolls were finished. Along with a bag of M&M's and a box of snowcaps. Yes, she liked adding chocolate to things...
Like Bee, Brody thought that lounging on the sofa was a great way to spend the evening. They could've been watching a documentary on the origin of dust, and he still would've held that opinion. In all honestly, as long as they were spending time together, he didn't care about anything else.
He grinned brightly when she pressed her fingers to her neck and checked for a pulse. Her eyes were sparkling as she teased him, and he found his own grin widening.
"I'll be checking for myself before we go to bed," he promised. "Wouldn't want you drinking my blood while I sleep."
Brody leaned against the counter and watched as she put the pizza rolls into the microwave. He would've offered to help, but there wasn't much he could do. After all, microwaving was kind of a one person job. Another bright smile moved over his features when she mentioned chocolate and began to pull bags of candy out of the cabinets.
"Have I ever told you that you're a genius?" he questioned as he moved next to her so that he could steal some M&M's.
"Feel free to check but just because I have a pulse doesn't mean I won't bite," Belinda warned him, her smile turned into a smirk. "I just won't be drawing or drinking blood though. Ew," she added, crinkling her nose at the idea. That was the whole draw back to being a vamp after all. The immortal part, that was kind of cool.
Bee took the plate of pizza rolls out and tossed in the bag of popcorn. "Hmm…I don't think you have." She grinned at him when he appeared next to her.
She bumped his hip as he stole some of her M&M's. Not that she didn't have plenty in her little chocolate stash but that wasn't the point. "Thief," she said as she emptied the hot, buttery popcorn into a bowl. "Prepare to watch a genius at work!" She threw M&M's and Snocaps all over and shook the bowl to distribute them. The perfect salty sweet snack!
His smile transformed into a smirk when she informed him that a pulse didn't mean she wouldn't bite. As he was incredibly attracted to her, that forced his mind straight into the gutter.
"Mmmmm. I hope that wasn't a threat. I like it when you bite," he teased.
As soon as the pizza rolls were pulled out of the microwave, he began to pick at them. He was starving, after all, and he simply couldn't wait for her to work her candy magic on the popcorn. Though, he fully intended to inhale some of that when she was finished with it.
"You're a genius," he complimented around a mouthful of food.
Brody thought nothing of returning the bump he received to his hip. Of course, he didn't mind holding her back with one arm while he continued to pick at the various foods and candies on the counter.
"I'm prepared," he assured her as he reached in to pick at the popcorn, too.
Judging from the way he was acting, he might have starved to death if she hadn't gotten hungry and came into the kitchen.
Bee found Brody very attractive and sexy in general. On top of that, he was a musician so he totally had those bonus sex appeal points swinging the scale even more in his favor. Not that he needed them, of course. But then when he smirked at her like that...she could barely keep her brain from wandering to the gutter herself.
"I'll have to remember to threaten you with something you don't like next time," she answered with a grin.
His arm went around her back and a bright smile formed on her lips. She leaned into his side while she continued with their snacks. Every so often she grabbed something off a plate or from one of chocolate bags and popped it in her mouth.
"Hungry much?" Bee teased, turning to watch as Brody inhaled some more pizza rolls. She threw the rest of the bag on to a plate and heated them up. "If you were hungry you should have said something. We could have gotten actual food!" she told him, feeling bad that he seemed pretty hungry. Actually hungry no longer seemed to cover it. The term ravenous came to mind. It was easy for her to be focused on other things and forget to eat. She was easily distracted, especially when she was hyper
"So, movie? Television? What do you want to do now that we have snacks?" she asked, turning to face him. Belinda figured she subjected him to enough of Buffy for one night. Besides if she spaced it out a little, they could do this for several more nights.
"Starving," he answered, his smirk turning devious as his arm tightened around her frame and his fingers danced over her side. "I would've starved to death if you hadn't gotten hungry."
Brody wasn't nearly as hungry as he was acting. That didn't seem to matter, though. He was a teenage boy. That meant that he was starving whenever there was food present. That also meant that his mind wasn't ever far from the gutter. At least, his mind wasn’t far from the gutter where she was concerned.
"What do I want?" he answered, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "I can think of a thing or two." He continued to pick at the popcorn and pizza rolls with one hand as the other moved up her side to her breast. "It doesn't involve the television, though.."
It was not a good thing to be incredibly ticklish. She didn't actually think there was a spot on her body that wasn't ticklish. When his arm tightened around her and his fingers moved over her side, she couldn't help squirming just a little. Bee was trying to tell herself she wasn't ticklish. She'd heard that this worked but so far, it hadn't. Not for her.
"Good thing I did," Bee managed between stifled giggles. "We wouldn't…want that," she added, trying to grab his hand with hers. Finally she latched on and laced her fingers through his.
Belinda turned her head slightly towards him, grinning. "Oh? Can you?" she asked, certain she knew what track his brain was following. His hand only confirmed her suspicions. "It doesn't? Do tell. What does it involve?" Bee asked, a smirk on her lips.
Brody knew how ticklish she was, and he chuckled softly when she laced their fingers together. He could feel the tension in her hand, and he knew that he could overpower her if he wanted to. Luckily for her, though, he decided not to. After all, he suddenly had other things on his mind.
"I can," he answered.
Their grins were almost mirror images when she began to question him. His faded slightly as he dipped his head and brushed his lips lightly over the side of her neck.
"It involves you and me and very little clothing.. actually, it doesn't involve any clothing."
That description was vague, but he was certain she would know exactly what he was talking about.
She had been certain she knew what he had in mind before he gave her that vague description. Her asking was partially make sure she was right and that she didn't end up embarrassed and part because she never got tired of feeling like he wanted her, like she was beautiful and sexy. What girl didn't enjoy hearing that?
Belinda's head moved slightly upon feeling his lips against her neck. She didn't know why but that spot...that spot drove her crazy.
"You always have the best ideas," Bee murmured. It wasn't all about sex for her, and she knew it wasn't for him. Though she thoroughly enjoyed when their nights involved no clothing.
"Mmm... I thought you might like it..." he answered.
The corner of his mouth twitched into a slight smirk when she responded to his touch. She gave him a little more room to work when she tilted her head to the side, and he quickly took advantage of that fact by kissing over her skin with a little more purpose. As always, she tasted amazing, and a soft hum of approval built within his chest.
It was a good thing that she never got tired of feeling like he wanted her because he always wanted her. He couldn't help it. Their relationship wasn't just about sex, but she was beautiful and sexy... there were times where he felt as though he couldn't control himself.
He allowed his lips to move up the side of her neck while his hands began to brush lightly over her sides and hips. Who could blame him for being unable to control himself when kissing and touching her felt this good?
It was impossible to think of anything but Brody and maybe her bed right now. And how that maybe was a better venue for the thoughts that were racing through her head. Not to mention Brody was right. There were far too many clothes currently involved. With him touching and kissing her like that, all she could focus on was how much she wanted him right then and there.
Belinda turned in his arms, wanting to face him. To kiss him, to touch him. He was incredibly good at driving her insane. In an absolutely good way of course. She grinned up at him as her hands slipped under the hem of his shirt and teasingly worked their way around his waist band. All the while keeping her gaze locked with his. If he could drive her senses and nerves bonkers it was only fair she gave him the same treatment. She wouldn’t want to be selfish.
With a devilish smirk on her face, she hooked her two index fingers inside his waistbands; yes, both his jeans and his boxers. Bee tugged him forward, pulling him in the direction of her room, a couch. Anything she could find; the first comfortable thing they stumbled on. His lips, his hands, they needed to find their ways to more places than just her neck.