Who: Betty Peabody (and Leon Sullivan, kind of) What: Random thoughts the night before her search for Sherwood & a glimpse into Betty and Leon from the past month When: Real time- Thursday night, May 13th 2010. The memories are from some time in the last two weeks. Where: Leon's place in Las Vegas
For once Leon was asleep before her, keeping up with him was something akin to trying to keep up with a kid who had ADD and was on crystal meth. She loved that about him though, it made her feel less bad about not being able to sit still for more than five minutes at a time. Though it seemed lately that that was something about her that may have been bothering him. First his surprise appearance in Mexico to drag her back to Las Vegas, not to mention all his not so subtle comments about her drinking too much and going all these places without him. He was right though, she was getting too crazy, and it only increased how much she felt for him that he was looking out for her like that. That used to be Phin's job, and the last thing she expected was for Leon to take up that mantel.
Betty had been dating Leon for about a month, month and a half, ever since she'd made it back to Las Vegas after the war ended and she'd left London. And she'd been happy with him, despite everything. So why could she not stop thinking about Phin? He was always in the back of her mind, especially after he started talking to her again earlier in the week. She couldn't deny it now, she knew she missed him. What had she done? What could she do? She loved them both, but she couldn't be with both of them. She cared about Leon so much it hurt, but to be without Phin... she thought she'd been doing better for herself by cutting him loose, but it turns out she'd only gotten more lost. Why couldn't she just fucking make up her mind?
With all the new insanity of her new found merry friends and now with the search for Sherwood on the horizon, Betty felt like she was being pulled away from Leon even more and she hated it. How could you love somebody if you weren't supposed to be with them? It wasn't fair. Their time together had been pretty blissful, at least by their own, slightly unique standards. She and Leon fought like cats and dogs; he'd bait her, she'd hit him and then he'd throw her on the bed and from there they'd always make up. But there were other sides to Leon too, sides that she suspected not many other people got to see. And under the circumstances with Sam still being in jail, Leon was doing a lot better then Betty had expected. She could see that he was changing for the better and she felt genuinely happy with him, so why was she still left wanting?
Getting back into bed after grabbing a glass of water, Betty settled in next to him and gazed at his sleeping features with a growing feeling of sadness. How much longer was this going to last?
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They were in the middle of one of their run of the mill, heated arguments that was always about the same thing and always ended the same way. Betty was hitting him, he was grabbing her, she was trying to get out of his grasp. "Please. You with your not saying anything when you should have! Your fault! And why would I get engaged just to break your heart?! I wouldn't do that to you, I love you, you idiot!
Leon had enough of her hitting and picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder and marching out of the room. "When was I supposed to say something, the one week I had to get to know you and you moving in with that douche bag who you just met!?"
"There were at least two months in there where you could have said something and now I'm in the middle of your stupid TUG OF WAR. And he's not a douche bag, just because you don't like him! Just like what he thinks about you isn't true, just because he doesn't like you. I kind of hate you both!" She was infuriated, struggling to be put down.
"I'm not good with the whole feelings thing! The longest I ever dated a girl was three months, you can't expect me to change overnight! And its not really a tug of war, because if it was a tug of war, I'd totally win because I'm way stronger then he'll ever be. And I don't like him BECAUSE he's a douche bag, and he hates me because he thinks I'm dangerous, which I can be at some times, but never to YOU. And you don't hate me, you love me." He slapped her ass. "Now stop struggling!"
Betty made a noise of exasperation, the norm for them by this point and she only struggled harder. "Blah blah blah, that's what I hear when you talk about that! 'I'm not good with feelings', oh whatever, you sure are good with them when it's the MOST inconvenient! And I swear to god if this turns into an actual pissing contest, Leon Sullivan, so help me I will cut my losses and kill you both! Now where are you taking me?!"
"It's not a pissing contest, that's disgusting, man, you have a really dirty mind, Betty Peabody." He laughed and only held on tighter. "And I'm taking you to the couch because I have a surprise for you!"
Leon dropped her onto the couch, as Betty was now muttering to herself. "Jesus CHRIST you're both going to be the death of me. - Okay, I'm here. What?!"
"Yeah yeah yeah, I've heard it all before. Now just sit there and behave. You should close your eyes too while you're at it!" Leon went into the kitchen before he could see Betty sit up and pout pointedly, but she closed her eyes anyway as he came back in to set something on her lap. "Okay okay, you can open your eyes now."
Betty opened her eyes to find a cake on her lap, and smiled up at him in confusion. "A cake? ... What's the occasion?"
"Okay, so its been awhile since we met, but I don't remember the day or anything. Or how many months its been. Also I finally got a cake to bake, so I wanted to celebrate." He was grinning at her proudly, it was cute.
Betty tried not to laugh, raising an eyebrow fondly at him, if such a thing was possible. "So what, this is like an anniversary type thing? Huh. Can't say I've had too many of those actually. Not too good at remember days and months either. But I like cake!"
"Yeah, an anniversary type thing would work! I know its been longer than three months though, so its kinda special." He laughed. "Also, bonus! Since its only us, we don't have to worry about forks or plates or shit like that, so we can pretty much eat cake with our hands!"
"Ahhhh, I see your REAL motives now. You just want to watch me lick frosting off my fingers!" She grinned and got up to put the cake on the table to hug him. "Thanks, Leon. You're still the best."
Leon hugged her back and kissed her hair. "Or, you know. Lick frosting off MY fingers. Or your fingers. Or I like frosting! You're welcome, Foxy. Only the best for you, right?"
"That could be arranged. And, well, I'm not going to argue with that. It gets me cake!" Betty grinned up at him happily.
Leon kissed her neck. "It's GOOD cake, too. I know, because the last five really sucked. Even the hobos wouldn't take it."
She'd looked at him in surprise. "You made this cake SIX times? Who knew Leon Sullivan could be that sweet. It's like I'm special or something!" She stood on her tip toes to kiss him on the lips.
He kissed her back with a smile. "No, I made five other really horrible tasting cakes. I made THIS one for the first time. And... just a little bit special..."