Vila Krisztian Bathory (vilakrisz) wrote in auguryic, @ 2008-05-03 10:02:00 |
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Who: Allie and Vila
Where: The Bus Terminal in Davis
When: 10pm
What: Allie comes to visit Vila at school!
Rating: PG13+
Complete: yes
Allie was relieved when the bus rolled into the terminal and pulled to a stop. Her heart was no longer racing in her chest and nor was she having a hard time catching her breath, but she was embarrassed. The elderly gentleman sitting next to her had been giving her a strange look and she was sure he thought she was some sort of drug user after her obvious signs of ill-ease at the beginning of their trip. She'd slowly felt the effects of the valium she'd taken a little while before getting to the bus station in San Francisco but not until they were already underway. Since then she'd just been resting with her eyes closed, flushed cheek resting on the window beside her. She'd put on her iPod and did her best to drown out the sensation of moving. Now she was here though and the worst hour of her month was over.
She felt a bit unsteady on her feet when she stood up in the aisle and had a bit of a tough time attempting to tug her backpack out of the overhead rack. Finally, a large black man in the seat behind her pulled it down for her and she clutched it to her chest with a bit of a rueful smile. She felt bad that she'd left without telling her siblings that she was leaving. It was the double edged sword of her relationship with Vila. The secrecy was wonderful, added danger and excitement to it, but it couldn't be maintained if her family knew she was going to Berkeley. True, she still had friends in school here, she supposed she could have told them she would be staying with them. She hadn't though. Using the hand rail, she carefully stepped down onto the busy platform, looking blearily left and right for Vila.
Vila was waiting for her as close to the bus as he was allowed to be, a bottle of water in one hand. He knew from the previous times she'd come to visit that she'd be sick as a dog when she got off and he was prepared. It was a little too far to the station to walk so he'd ridden his Vespa, grateful that she could ride it without too many problems. That she was stoned probably helped though. It was no fun when she came drugged on valium, but it was significantly better than the alternative. "Hey," he said with a huge smile as soon as she was close enough, he immediately took her bag and handed her the water bottle. Just in case. He didn't ask how the ride was though, it was obviously just as bad as all the others. "Glad you're here."
Despite the fact that she looked a little bit on the exhausted side, her smile when she saw him was almost as bright as it always was. She took the bottle of water gratefully and carefully sipped it as she relinquished her backpack. After a few deep, steadying breaths she slipped an arm around his waist and hugged him. "Hi, glad I am too." She meant it, too. Seeing that huge grin of greeting had buoyed her immensely. She leaned into him for a few moments, letting his presence ground her a little bit more. "I feel ok, actually." She confided in him. A couple of her previous visits, she'd had to make a run for a nearby trash can but this time her stomach seemed rather settled. Maybe she was getting used to the trip? She hoped so.
"You're stoned," he informed her fondly. It was okay, he was prepared for this. The biggest difference to seeing him at home, that is Berkley, was the colour. He was clad in blue jeans and black boots, but his shirt was a rich blue that practically drowned out the blue in his eyes. At the manor the colours he wore were subdued, shades of greys, muted blues or of course the expected black, nothing like this. He wore a button down shirt open over the t-shirt to conceal the knives he had on each forearm. He had given his word to be armed and he was, not only with magical items but several knives as well, though the notorious sword on his back was blissfully absent. "Think you can handle the mean streets of Davis for a few minutes to my apartment?" if not they'd find a bench or a coffee shop or whatever and sit until she could. There was no hurry.
She nodded fervently. "I like it best kinda like removing a band-aid. Let's get all the travel done quickly, so we can get on with the visit." She still had a bit of a periodically sheepish smile regarding the whole stoned bit. Keeping her arm around his waist, mostly because her footing was a little bit uncertain, she looked up at him. "At least I only take them when I have to." She'd never been a recreational drug user, despite her occasional label of 'hippi'. "Lead the way." It was nice to be in Davis. The place had a really different feel than San Francisco, despite only being an hour or so away. It was really easy (especially in her current mental state) to pretend that there was no threat to them in the world. They were just any old happy couple with no sad or ugly family histories to live up to. She imagined what it might have been like if she'd met him while she was a student here. Granted, he was still in high school then. It was nice to pretend.
Nodding, he led her to the Vespa parked on the sidewalk. The benefits of having a motor scooter, usually awesome parking and amazing gas mileage. Putting her bag on the floor of the scooter he handed her the spare helmet. Safety first and all that. Vila might be able to raise the dead, but that did not mean he wanted to date the dead. That was an entirely different ball of wax than he was into. Now his sister...who knew? He really wished she could ride in front so he could hold her steady if he needed to, but she had to ride on the back so he could steer. With a grin, he donned his own helmet which was identical to hers except it had a neon green mohawk sticking off of it. It was removable. He didn't subject her to wearing that helmet though. "Need anything before we get to my place?" he had gone to the store earlier that day to make sure they had food, but just in case, he asked.
"Uh uh," she said as she plunked the helmet down over her thick mane of rich dark hair. She tugged the chin strap into place and carefully stepped over the scooter to shift her butt back up on the seat. She fixed her feet firmly onto the little peddles and waited for him to get them going. She reminded herself to hold on to him tightly and focused on how nice it was to be with him again after a week of the 'same ol' stuff', ignoring the dip in her tummy. "Ready," she told him, with much more conviction than she felt. When he was seated, her skinny arms were around him like a shot, eyes already tightly shut. If anyone ever asked her the way to Vila's place, she'd never be able to tell them. Even under torture.
Trying not to laugh at how cutely pathetic she was, he turned the bike on and slowly scooted it off the sidewalk and into the parking lot to enter traffic. Sticking to the slow lane they were back at his apartment just over five minutes later. Pulling into his spot, he turned the scooter off. "It's safe now," he told her, easing her arms away from his abdomen. He loved it when she clung to him sometimes, but he really needed to breathe, just a little. Helping her off the bike, he took her helmet and his own and locked them and the scooter to the pole so they would not be stolen. It was sometimes a problem around college campuses. "Alan's home to night," he informed her, "but not until really late and he'll be gone tomorrow and tomorrow night too," unfortunately Alan hadn't been able to disappear for both nights, but at least he didn't mind if she was over. He'd even commented that he hoped she made some cookies or something like she had last time.
"Ok," she said in a small voice, relinquishing him, the helmet and finding her feet back on solid, immovable earth again. She sighed, already feeling the tension of the trip loosening up as her weekend stretched before her. With a smile, she waited as he locked everything up. "That's ok about Alan. I'll have to bake him some cookies for being such a trooper." She chuckled softly, knowing full well that she'd already packed the chocolate chips and vanilla extract for her famous chocolate chip cookie recipe. She knew that Vila and Alan grated each other as roommates and she hated to add any extra burdens to the situation so she was always careful to clean up after herself - and them sometimes, as well as make them something nice. She slid her hand into his, her steps weaving only a little bit on the walk up to his building.
Carrying her backpack and half supporting her they made their way into the building. It was large, but thankfully only three stories high and he was on the second. He wasn't sure she'd make it up any more stairs. "Almost there," he said as they approached his hallway. The apartment building was owned by the university and there were RAs to make sure no one burned the place down so the doors to the apartments were also decorated with the occupants names on them. Each door held one, two or four names depending on the number of bedrooms. Vila's door had a four leaf clover on it with 'Alan' written on it and a yellow Easter egg that said 'Vila.' Opening the door the Simpson's could clearly be heard. Rolling his eyes he found a girl from down the hall comfortably laying on the couch watching the show. "Mary, out," he ordered without preamble.
Ah yes, Mary, the cable poacher. Allie thought. Vila had mentioned his annoyance about the predictable but often impolite arrival of this girl on a regular basis. She just let herself in and made herself comfortable for the duration of the Simpson's. Allie smiled at her. "Hi." With a glance at Vila, she took her backpack from him and cut to the left, toward the bedroom. Let Mary think what she was gonna, Allie didn't care at that moment. What she wanted more than anything in the world was out of her skinny jeans. Valium seemed to bring out a need for comfy clothes to accompany all of the lounging she was planning to do. Poking her head into the boys bedroom, she found it in neat and tidy order and was inwardly pleased. "These Bathory boys sure know how to treat a lady." None of her previous boyfriends had ever cleaned up on her behalf.
With a completely unsubtle wink and hip movement, Mary headed out to her own room, it wasn't as if she hadn't seen that episode before. It was just a rerun. "Goodbye Mary! Stay away!" he called down the hall, not worried about upsetting her. It didn't seem to matter what he or Alan did, she always came over at the same time. Vila thought she picked the lock, it wasn't difficult to do, though she never took anything or ate their food which was good, although she occasionally used their glasses. They could handle that. She was mostly Alan's friend, but tolerated Vila. When Allie was gone she'd make obnoxious comments about their sex life. With her gone, he poured Allie another glass of water and brought it in to her, "Hungry or just want to relax?" he asked. He could eat, he always could. He didn't expect Alan back until after they were asleep which was nice.
She already had her t-shirt off and she was on her back on the bed, attempting to peel her incredibly tight jeans off. These were not those trendy skinny jeans one found in every single shopping mall store. Oh no. These were actually vintage jeans rummaged out of a bin in a bargain consignment shop and likely were older than she was by roughly five years or so. There wasn't a millimeter of stretch to them and they required quite a bit of effort to get in and out of. She'd managed to get them down over her hips, revealing hip hugging cotton boy cut briefs with yellow and green butterflies on them. "Hungry," she said by way of agreement. Finally, huffing in frustration she looked at him beseechingly. "Ok, the extremely hot but difficult jeans weren't the best idea. Can you help me?"
They were very hot jeans, "I don't know..." he pretended to ponder this for a minute and set the glass down on his desk by his bed, he'd turned it so it blocked half his bed for some privacy tonight. Vila shrugged out of his over shirt so the knives on his arms were uncovered, "Hold on," he instructed, grabbing waist of her pants and pulling. It took a little effort, but the slid down to about her knees, "Got if from there?" he asked, heading back to the kitchen area. "Breakfast for dinner okay?" he wasn't much of a cook, but he could handle eggs or pancakes or both, with the assorted accoutrement's.
She nodded as he headed on back out. "Yeah." That done, she tugged them off of her feet and sat up on the bed to pull them right side out again. Folding them neatly, along with her t-shirt, she rested them both on the seat of his desk as she picked up the glass of water and took a long drink out of it. Her stomach really did feel better than it usually did, the queasiness giving way to notable hunger. With a fond smile, she noted that he'd left a clean, plain black t-shirt hanging over the back of his chair. She tugged it on over her head, fluffed her hair up quickly and pulled her socks off. Padding barefoot back out to the sounds of butter flying in a pan and eggs cracking she gave him a slightly sleepy smile. "I can wear this one?" She wasn't entirely sure he'd left it out for her on purpose, so she thought it was best to check.
He nodded, turning the music up a little, he liked this song, and sang along badly, "Yeah, left it for you and some shorts..." not that he didn't like her panties peaking out from under his shirt, "How do you like your eggs?"
She smiled as though it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Sunny side up." She pulled out a chair at the two seat table and sat down with her glass of water. "I'm sorry you have to kind of take care of me when I get here." She looked up at him from beneath the fall of her bangs. "I keep hoping that it'll get easier with repetition." She'd lived on campus herself when she'd attended the school. She'd been within easy biking distance of all of her classes though, and her family had visited her to save her the stress of travel. "I think it is, I don't feel sick at all."
It was kinda nice though, being all domestic and having a quiet night in. Now tomorrow he had plans for them, but this was a nice, stressless way to begin the weekend, "Right, duh," he liked his eggs scrambled. As the stove warmed up he popped bread into their against-regulation toaster and bacon into the microwave. Cracking two eggs into the pan he let them cook until they looked kinda done. Good enough anyways for government work. Sliding them onto a plastic plate, he poured the eggs in a bowl into the pan to scramble them.
When the toaster dinged he gingerly pulled the toast out and dropped it onto her plate and then promptly burned himself taking the bacon out of the microwave. One day they should get proper pot holders instead of just using a towel, but they didn't cook enough for it to matter usually. Unless Allie was over, Vila rarely cooked anything more complicated than ramen or mac and cheese. "Dinner is served," he intoned, handing her the plate with the sunny side up eggs and taking his own scrambled ones and sitting down in the other chair. Trading some of her toast for his bacon, he surveyed the table, "Need anything?"
She smiled at him indulgently. "Smells and looks great, can't wait to taste it. Any silverware?" She crossed one leg over the other knee and pressed her bare toes against one of the legs of the table. She picked up a slice of the bacon and nibbled gingerly at the corner. "Mmm..." It was pretty late and she hadn't eaten anything since lunch with her siblings at the store. Her stomach rumbled in agreement about her assessment of the food.
Oh, right. Whoops! Dashing up, he fished a couple forks and knives out of a drawer and then found some butter and, ew no. No jam. "The jam has donated itself to science," he apologized, setting the butter down with the utensils. They did not have a well stocked kitchen at all and Vila never noticed until something like this happened. Cooking was not his forte, but it was difficult to mess up eggs and toast. "When we first got the toaster, Alan turned it on for the first time and the directions were inside it and caught fire," Vila told her laughing, outside the toaster there were little black scorch marks too. "We got it put out though before anyone caught us and the toaster works fine."
She wrinkled her nose at the jam announcement. "Ew, that's ok. I don't have jam with my eggs. Have any salt and pepper?" It was highly probable. She used the knife and fork to maneuver her eggs onto the freshly buttered slice of toast, sprinkled them with salt and pepper before stabbing the yolks to get them running. That done, she cut off a corner of this open faced egg sandwich and popped it in her mouth. He'd cooked the eggs to just the right time. The yolk was still soft and runny but the whites were firm. "Mmm, they're good."
As much as he hated what travelling did to Allie, her being up there was so much more relaxing than him down there. Here they were away from prying eyes who cared what their last names were and indeed. anyone spying on them now probably did not know their names anyways. "Yay," he wasn't much of a cook so as long as they were edible and not-poisonous that was a good start. "Up for a movie after or you want to go straight to bed?" he had rented a few stupid comedies in case she did, nothing where falling asleep in the middle of it would be a bad thing. It would be nice to go to sleep before midnight for a change anyways. "Tomorrow I've got a rugby game."
"A movie would be good!" she said between bites of her dinner. She finished up fairly quickly and took her plate and his to the kitchen sink. He'd cooked so she would clean up. She wasn't so sleepy that she couldn't wash a couple of plates and one frying pan. Allie made quick work of them and set them into the tiny drying rack. Once that was done and came back to the table and instead of sitting in the other chair, she sat right down in his lap and draped an arm around his neck. "Any more good fights with your profs this week?" she asked him.
"Why, hallo thar," he said in a silly voice, wrapping his arms around her waist, "Not especially, I've been behaving so you could come faster," really it had been all he could do not to shout it from the rooftops that she was coming. And he'd been doing extra homework so he'd have more free time this weekend, "And now you're here. I might just kidnap you. Keep you here. Forever," well, not forever. He wasn't living here once the semester ended, though he wasn't entirely certain where he was going to go yet. Regardless, it sounded good. Idly, he played with her hair.
She smiled brightly at his teasing. Already, there was a noticeable difference in his demeanor. Sometimes it took a little while for her to catch up to how much less restrained he was here at school than at home. Especially at the manor. "Hello yourself," she smiled down at him and brushed a kiss against his temple. She giggled as he voiced his plans to keep her there. "I wouldn't fight you too much on that," she promised. "I'd miss my brother and sister but you could always let me call them once in a while, right?" She placed a hand over her heart in solemn oath. "I swear I wouldn't give away our location, on pains of denial of food and possibly even sex."
Now that was a good deal, but was it kidnapping if the kidnapee was willing? "But I have the fuzzy handcuffs and everything ready!" he mock-protested. "And now you go and agree to this. It's not a proper kidnapping if you agree," though it would be an easier one. He nuzzled her neck and ran one thumb down her side, "Nom. Nom nom nom," he said into her neck, mock gnawing on her.
Allie laughed, tipping her head back enough to expose a bit more of her neck. They joked about it from time to time, more so in the past couple of months, running away, hiding from the families. Just being together. At first, their secret love affair had been thrilling. She was ashamed to admit that his 'badboy' image had attracted her, but it was his heart and intelligence and sense of fun that had kept her with him all this time. It was still thrilling, but for different reasons now. She was so happy just to be with him, she forgot sometimes that they had to hide it from their families. It was easy to forget when she was here. Her other arm went around his neck and she giggled as his teeth grazed her, his stubble rasped her. Her fingers sifted through the thick, shaggy curls at the nape of his neck. "Sorry to ruin it for you." She grinned at the wall just over his head.
"Ah well, I do still have the handcuffs," it was just a suggestion, and they were play cuffs from a kinky store, not real ones. These could be broken fairly easily, though it might be an idea to get some real ones...just in case. Not for Allie though. A little variety was the spice of life, but he wasn't interesting in hurting her. He kissed her and she tasted like eggs, "I'm glad you're feeling better," he whispered, "because now I can do THIS!" He stood up and carried her to the couch, dumping her on there and tickled her laughing.
Allie squealed and flailed under the tickle onslaught but her skinny limbs were no match for the determined Bathory lad. Tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard, half shoved down the back of the couch she submitted. "I yield! Uncle!" She laughed and squirmed. "Uncle!" She somehow managed to get her arms around his neck and she clung on as hard as she could, trying to pull him down onto the couch with her.
Losing his balance, he half fell on her laughing. Climbing up on top of her he poked her firmly with one finger, "This is pretty comfortable," he remarked, though he wasn't resting his weight on Allie, "I kinda like it," he smiled slowly, kissing her again then tickling her lightly along her ribs. Just because he could. "Kinda like you too."
"Eeep!" She bucked under him as he tickled her ribs and wagged a finger at him. "No fair, I gave in." She still grinned up at him though and shifted her weight beneath him to be a bit more comfortable. "This is pretty comfortable. Any chance you can put on the movie with your mind?" She gave him the spooky eyebrows and grinned up at him. Her head was feeling clearer, maybe she wouldn't have to pass out on him right away after all.
Putting one hand to his forehead he stared intently at the TV, "I think I was out that day when learning how to do magic," he commented, though they both knew his powers did not work like that at all. As a rule, he didn't didn't do magic at school anyways, "Tell you what, let me go get comfortable and then we'll watch?" he was entirely too overdressed right now between the knives and the pants. Mostly it was the pants.
She nodded. "Ok, I'll pick a movie." There was a short stack of DVDs sitting on the coffee table, which she strained to reach. She was pleased to see that they were all comedies, films that she enjoyed while relaxing at home. She smiled after him as he disappeared into his room and she thumbed through the three movies, finally deciding on Little Miss Sunshine. She swung her legs off the side of the couch and padded over to the tv. Allie got the DVD loaded into the tray and everything turned on, then sat at the edge of the couch with the remote to fiddle with the input settings.
Disappearing into his room, but not closing the door, Vila knelt down under his bed and pulled a lockbox out from underneath it and opened it up with a combination lock. Once it was open he pulled his pants off revealing two more knives strapped to his calves and the secespita on his thigh. Unstrapping them quickly along with the knives on his arms, he placed them in the lockbox and made sure it was locked tightly. Inside there were more knives of varying lengths all in sheaths designed to be worn under clothing. Shoving the lockbox back under his bed he pulled shis shirt off and put a pair of gymshorts over his boxer-briefs and padded back out to see what movie she had chosen. "Much better," he said, stretching his legs and arms, the inprints of the straps from the knives could be seen on his skin.
Allie had gotten the input set correctly and she pressed play when he rejoined her, scooting back and over on the couch to make some room for him. She captured one of his hands and rubbed gently at the imprint on his forearm but she knew better than to make comments about him constantly being strapped with knives. It was a subtle reminder that they weren't really escaping from their lives by hiding out together like this. He still believed that there was a threat to him here, or he believed his sister when she insisted that there was. Once again, Allie reminded herself to have a conversation about the possible dangers that were out there with Laz. She leaned in ans pressed a kiss against his shoulder. "You're good to me, you know that?" Allie was not a stranger to dating when she'd started to see Vila. She hadn't even been a virgin for years. She'd dated some real jerks though, having that stereotypical misfortune of crushing on assholes. For once, she was glad it had turned out all ok.
Vila snorted, climbing onto the sofa behind her to watch the movie, "I scare you sometimes," he replied without thinking, then mentally cursed himself. He had scared all his girlfriends at some point or another, with something he'd done. Getting angry or beating someone up or even just having as many knives as he did. Or the most common, wearing his secespita. Girls appearantly hated that, "Sorry. Didn't mean to..." he didn't finish and just got quiet. He didn't want to scare Allie, just everyone else at the manor. It was easy to do.
She tilted her head back onto his shoulder and looked up at him with a smile. "You do, but probably not for the reasons you think." She caught both his hands in hers and wrapped them around her middle, urging him to hold her close and tight. "And it's not like I didn't know what I was opening myself up to the day I asked you out." It had been Allie who'd pursued Vila in the beginning. She thought that at first, he'd been highly suspicious of her motives. It had taken a few dates for her to make it clear to him that she was genuinely interested in Vila himself, not the 'freakshow' some of the other family members referred to when discussing the Bathorys.
"True," that she claimed it was for other reasons was reassuring, though he didn't ask what they were in case he was wrong, "You do know my name," and everything it meant. It was interesting to see peoples responses when they knew what it meant versus when they didn't. Invariably though, those that did would pronounce his name correctly. It was an ongoing struggle. Have his name pronounced correctly or be feared on introduction. It was not an easy decision as he loathed his name being mispronounced, "And you an older woman too. More experienced. What was I going to do but say yes?"
She chuckled and once again, turned around on him. As much as it was nice to snuggle, she liked to look at him while they talked. Thankfully, she was a fairly slight weight on his chest. Looking him in the stunningly light eyes, she smiled, tenderly kissed the end of his nose. "None of those other people ever really gave you the time you needed to impress." She chuckled. "I care about you a lot, Vila. I don't care that you walk around strapped with knives, I just wish we lived in a world where you'd never have to use them, or be put in any kind of danger. I admit, I don't understand your magic, but do you understand mine?" She shrugged lightly. "I don't think we're meant to really understand."
She had a point there about their magics, they didn't understand each others, but they understood their own non an intuitive level. He tensed hearing a noise from the door, then it opened and Vila relaxed. It was just Alan coming home. Glancing at the clock though, Vila realized it was earlier than anticipated. Thankfully, Alan just waved and headed straight into the bedroom and cracked the door quietly. Well, that was something at least, "You want to talk about not understanding," Vila murmured, his head gesturing towards the bedroom and his roommate, "He thinks the knives are fun. Because I'm weird and goth. I lock them up and he still wants to play with them," if he was caught with the knives by the RAs he could be kicked out of the apartment building, though he wasn't worried. Alan thought they were too cool to say anything and he never showed them to people. They were not playthings to Vila.
Allie had lifted her head beyond the edge of the back of the couch and offered a smile in greeting to Alan as he passed through the room. He was early. This significantly stemmed the possibilities of getting him to show her those fuzzy handcuffs. Maybe tomorrow, after his game. "Well," she said sinking back down to snuggle against his chest. "That's kind of to be expected." Despite herself, and probably completely without her knowledge, Allegra Fierro was a touch biased. Regular people just couldn't be relied upon to react the same way to little things about the arcane families.
It was, but he didn't have to like it entirely. It was as if he couldn't escape his reputation, but then that bade the question of whether it was him or his family. Perhaps more him than he realized. quieting, he got into the movie watching as the family argued about going to the beauty pageant or not. As funny as they were, he completely could not relate at all. Oh well, he supposed most people wouldn't be able to related to his family if they were in a movie.
She sighed and tucked her head back under his chin to watch the moving for a bit. As much as she was enjoying it, it actually wasn't as funny as she thought it would be. It was amusing and a good movie, but not goofy silly at all. Sighing again, she lifted her head to look at him. "You aren't enjoying this movie at all." He'd been dead quiet for twenty minutes or so. She wondered if he was still mulling over the fact that he didn't feel very well understood. Gently, using a couple of fingertips, she brushed one of his thick locks back off his forehead.
"I am!" he protested half-heartedly. The truth was, he didn't quite get it, it was too middle-America for him. Despite his family being in America for generations and being fully integrated into American culture and society, they purposefully kept themselves apart from it at the same time, they retained their language, the culture as much as possible. And they were not middle-America, ever. It also was not as funny as he was expecting when he had rented it, but Allie seemed to like it, "They just...aren't being very respectful. To the dead," the guy would start to smell soon too as decomposition began and well, it wasn't realistic at all. Not where the death was concerned. It was terrible.
She nodded, her nose wrinkling. "Yeah, that's pretty out there." She shook her head and looked at him with a smile. "Not what I expected, hearing about it." Taking care not to put any knees or elbows in uncomfortable places she shifted around on the couch a bit. Finally, she gave up on trying to get comfortable again and had an idea. Lowering her long and dark lashes enough to cover up her mischief, she leaned in and caught his earlobe gently between her teeth. She nibbled and nuzzled, hoping to bring back his lightness. Screw the movie, she could entertain him herself and be more than entertained in return.
"Oooh," he moaned, yeah, he liked that. The ear was an oft-neglected part of the body but it could feel so good. Vila stretched the length of the couch, letting her lay on top of him and do what she will, his hands exploring her body under his shirt and squeezing her ass gently. He liked her ass. As she continued he closed his eyes practically purring like a cat. "Ah, Allie..." he began, trailing off as she distracted him, "don't start something you can't finish," he finally managed with a gasp.
"When have I ever?" She teased light back, a moment before rolling her tongue against that sensitive bit of skin just below his ear. She shivered and her breath escapes in little warm huffs against his skin as he squeezed and stroked. Yup, she was going to have to lose the t-shirt soon but there was no guarantee that Alan would stay in the bedroom while they got a bit noisy out here. Her lips played along the curve of his jaw and she finally sat up. "Just how dirty are you feeling?" She grinned at her question.
Raising an eyebrow at her question, he grinned slowly, "You know I can be a very dirty boy," he replied, wondering where she was going with this. So long as she didn't try to tie him up he was willing to try almost anything. He did the tying, he did not like to be tied though. The loss of control bothered him. "Just don't forget about..." he looked towards the bedroom.
Allie has no trouble relinquishing control, had never backed down from a bondage experiment, but that wasn't what she was after today. "This won't bother Alan at all." With a grin, she climbed off of him and tip toed to the bedroom door. She turned back to him and held her finger to her lips as she stepped into the bedroom. Alan was up, working on his homework she supposed, the only light in the room the glowing laptop screen. She said hello and gravitated directly to her backpack, ignoring his eyes which seemed to be magnetized to her legs, bare beneath the hem of Vila's t-shirt. She supposed he thought she completely bare under it and was hoping for a glimpse of something more interesting. Rolling her eyes at the sad state of college boys, she turned her back to him and dug out a handful of the colourful condoms she'd brought with her. They likely wouldn't need that many, but you never knew. Sometimes they broke, better to be prepared. "Bye Alan." She grinned as she strolled out of the room.
Vila sat on the couch, curious to what she was getting. When she displayed them his eyebrows rose, condoms weren't shocking, he had a box in a drawer as well, "Planning on servicing the entire rugby team?" he asked. There were an awful lot of condoms and if she thought they'd use them all tonight she was going to be sorely disappointed. He stood, kissing her, regardless though, he was not opposed to this idea. Never.
"Ha!" she rolled her eyes and when he stood and kissed her, she shoved the handful of colourful little packets into the pocket of his shorts. She loved the fact that, standing barefoot on level ground with him always made her feel so small and yet sheltered. It had to be annoying to have to bend down so much to kiss her though. She'd have to look into some sizable high heeled shoes. Normally she just ran around in converse or ballet flats, not bothered by her diminutive size in the least. Somewhere mid-way through the kiss she captured his hand and started to draw him toward the door. "Come with me," she grinned, groping for the handle of the suite's door behind her.
Laughing, he paused long enough to make a long arm and grab his keys so they could get back in from wherever they were going. The bathrooms. Interesting. Despite living in an apartment-style building, there were still community bathrooms, one for each gender. It wasn't uncommon to find women in the men's though or vice versa. Vila had showered in the women's a few times when the men's had flooded and was unusable. It had been odd, but not bad. "All that travel made you dirty, did it?" he asked, an evil glint in his eye.
She chuckled as she shouldered open the men's bathroom door. "I guess so, all those exhaust fumes at the bus terminal." She gave a genuine shudder. Best not to really think about her trip up to Davis right then. They hadn't brought anything resembling a towel or anything like that but that was fine with Allie. She padded over the cool tile, surprised to see that there wasn't another soul in the bathroom at the moment. It wasn't that late, was it? She selected the last shower in the line of them and reached inside to crank on the water. Steam began to billow in no time and she turned to face him again, one dark eyebrow arched slightly. "Just going to stand around and watch me take a shower?" She asked teasingly as she pulled the t-shirt over her head. She still had that yellow and green butterfly underwear set on. She didn't drop it on the damp floor but tossed it over the door of the shower stall.
There were worse things he could do than watch her shower. Some people like to do things like that, Vila however, was not one of them. He liked to be active and participate. He wasn't wearing a shirt, between the two of them they could put together an entire outfit. Pulling his shorts, both pairs, off in one swift motion he pulled her close and unhooked her bra. "I don't know, maybe," though he shook his head, no. People were either in or out for the night because it was a Friday. If it had been a week day people probably would be here all the time. Sliding her panties down he admired her trim form. She was gorgeous.
Clothing out of the way now, she drew him back under the stream of almost-too-hot water. If he'd voiced his thoughts about her, she could have told him that she thought the same about him. "What a waste," she giggled, even thought they had quiet obviously moved beyond the conversation they were currently having. All talk dried up between them right about then and Allie put her mouth to better use. Anyone who may have walked into the bathroom within the following hour quickly crept out again, some of them with a few words of encouragement for Vila, which only made Allie laugh between her whimpers and moans.