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Tweak says, "What is a champagne supernova?"

Shane Marion (wolfishane) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-03-23 10:46:00

Entry tags:

big bad wolf, red riding hood

Who: Boyd and Shane
What: A drink or two.
Where: 1007
When: After this.
Warnings: TBA

Shane had honestly intended to stay away from Boyd for a while. As far as he could imagine, the last thing she needed was to see him. But that didn't mean he didn't want to see her, and when she asked, he couldn't turn her down. He could at least verify that she really was alright after everything that had happened. She'd sounded alright on the phone, but his drive to check on her physical well-being was strong after talking to Vaughn. Then again, what else was new?

He knocked on the door to 1007, dressed down for the evening in sweatpants and a wifebeater, thinking about Vaughn all the while. He hadn't argued with Boyd because it just wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth upsetting her because he didn't fully believe Vaughn wouldn't follow through on a threat with a deadline. He could keep his worry to himself.

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ex_sanguine300
2010-03-24 12:33 am UTC (link)

She had climbed out of bed after she'd asked Shane to come, but she hadn't changed. Her pajamas were white and pink, and she'd slept in her mother's cloak. Her mother and grandmother talked now, but it also meant they listened when she talked to them. It was nice, even if they thought she was an idiot for agreeing to meet Vaughn tomorrow.

She had explained that it was a chance to set everyone, including herself, free. Vaughn had come to her, and it was her responsibility to deal with her. Boyd knew all about responsibility; she had tons of them - Vaughn was just another one, that's all.

When Shane knocked on the door, she pulled out a chilled bottle of champagne, and she carried it with her to let him in. "Pop a bottle of bubbly for a girl?" she asked, as she opened the door with a carefree smile.

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wolfishane
2010-03-24 12:49 am UTC (link)

He couldn't help but smile when she answered the door like that, dressed in her pajamas and carrying a bottle of champagne. How could he not? "I can do that," he said, taking the bottle from her by the neck, moving into the apartment.

"I still feel badly for waking you," he said, walking to get glasses. "You could probably use all the sleep you can get." His walk was slightly stiff, his muscles still sore from the shift the night before.

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ex_sanguine300
2010-03-24 12:58 am UTC (link)

She noticed the stiffness immediately, her concern for him as hard-wired in her brain as the ghosts were, as her accent was. She didn't think that was the fairy tale's doing.

"You're hurting," she said, and she took his arm and tugged him to the couch. "Sit on down," she told him, mommying him until he did as she ordered.

"I wanted you to come, and I'm glad you called," she said truthfully, not saying that she wanted to see him because she was scared of whatever was going to happen with Vaughn, that she wanted to curl up against him and feel safe. "You were worried 'bout me," she added with a knowing smile.

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	wolfishane 2010-03-24 01:11 am UTC (link)
	"Boyd," he attempted to protest, but he was already being dragged over to the couch. "Alright, alright." He sat, little smile still in place. "Happy?" Per usual, seeing her smile did much to banish his dark mood. God, he was such a sap. The smile turned rueful. "I'm always worried about you," he said. "It wasn't really out of the ordinary." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_sanguine300 2010-03-24 01:29 am UTC (link)
	She grabbed two glasses from the kitchen, and then she climbed onto the couch beside him, a little too close to be proper; she didn't care about propriety, never had. She was all on the surface, and she always would be; she was learning that about herself. "Not happy, but happy to see you," she said truthfully, kissing him on the cheek. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wolfishane
2010-03-24 01:34 am UTC (link)

"Sounds about right," he said. He really couldn't feel more that way himself. The kiss on the cheek brought a slight pause and the softening of his smile, then he turned his attention to the champagne.

He turned the bottle away from them and popped the cork off with his thumb. It foamed, but not explosively--he turned it up, managing to get some on his hands but keep it off the carpet. "Success."

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	ex_sanguine300 2010-03-24 01:37 am UTC (link)
	She laughed when the cork popped, and she held out both glasses for him to fill. "What was it like, wanting to do nothing but eat things all day long?" she asked, then added with a playful grin. "Did I look like I tasted better than other things?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wolfishane 2010-03-24 01:41 am UTC (link)
	He filled them both, rolling his eyes. "Not particularly pleasant," he said. "Well...yes, I guess. I mean no. I don't think that was it." Boyd had asked him some awkward questions before, but whether or not she looked more edible than everyone else in the building was definitely up there. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_sanguine300 2010-03-24 01:44 am UTC (link)
	She took the champagne bottle and put it on the floor, and she took a sip of her champagne and handed him his glass. She smiled brightly, unreservedly at his unease with her question, and of course she had to press the issue. "What was it then, sugar?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wolfishane
2010-03-24 02:12 am UTC (link)

He took the champagne from her, managing to get a good swallow in before he had to answer that question. "I...don't really know," he said. "There were other people...available, but you seemed the most interesting. I--the wolf knew who you were. Who she was. He wanted her over anyone else. I don't know if it was grudge or because she just...seemed like the best meal."

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	ex_sanguine300 2010-03-24 03:03 am UTC (link)
	What he said didn't bother her. In fact, it made her smile, as did his discomfort with the question. "I wanted to keep you, but you were a real bad behaved thing," she told him, finishing the champagne and putting the glass on the windowsill behind them. She moved closer to him, snuggled against his side. "I missed havin' you, though," she admitted. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wolfishane
2010-03-24 03:09 am UTC (link)

He carefully set his glass beside hers on the sill, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I'll take care not to do it again," he said, looking down at her. It was a strange relief to have her scent on him and not associate it with the pleasure of a good meal. It just smelled like her, sweet and comforting. "I missed you too," he said, quieter, with a soft breath of laughter. "You weren't too easy to get along with yourself, you know."

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	ex_sanguine300 2010-03-24 05:05 am UTC (link)
	"That's cause I was smarter than you," she said playfully, but it wasn't a vain statement, and it couldn't be perceived as one with the adoring-sweet smile she gave him. In the pajamas and with her hair mussed, she looked very young, and her expression when she snuggled closer was completely trusting. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wolfishane
2010-03-24 05:11 am UTC (link)

He smiled. "Modest," he said, choosing not to contradict it, since it was likely true. He kissed her lightly on her temple, resting his forehead against hers. This felt safe--having her near always did. He had faith in that if he was with her, he could protect her from anything.

Though that had been undermined the day before, and deeply. Was she safer when she was alone with him, or was she in worse danger?

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	ex_sanguine300 2010-03-24 06:18 am UTC (link)
	When he kissed her temple, she tipped her chin up. "You can kiss me, if you want," she offered, voice hopeful. She knew him well enough to know he wouldn't try, not without encouragement from her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wolfishane
2010-03-24 05:06 pm UTC (link)

She knew him far too well, enough to know that he'd been thinking how much he'd like to kiss her.

He tilted his head, scanning her face. She looked so fair, so delicate, even though he knew better than to think of her as a fragile thing. He ducked in and kissed her, just a brush at first, a test, as if she might pull away despite giving permission, then again, a real kiss this time, his hand sliding into the tangle of her hair.

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	ex_sanguine300 2010-03-24 05:16 pm UTC (link)
	She slipped her hand over his shoulder, fingers skating just outside the strap of the wifebeater he was wearing, her touch gliding over freckles and paleness. She slid her thigh over his, moving closer, and she gave him her mouth the do whatever he wanted with, rewarding him with a small sound of pleasure when his fingers tangled in her hair. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wolfishane
2010-03-24 10:53 pm UTC (link)

He slipped his other arm around her waist, pulling her against him, sinking into the kiss. Her tongue against his felt like it burned. Since they'd broken up, since she moved back out of his apartment, he'd thought long and hard about how he'd taken her closeness for granted. For a while it had seemed as if he might never get to be this close to her again, and the kiss felt like relief, mingling with pleasure and pent up want. Hungry, in a word.

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ex_sanguine300
2010-03-25 08:13 pm UTC (link)

She slipped easily into his lap, a familiar, remembered thing, and her arms wound around his neck. She wanted this, just this closeness without the need of anything else. To just be able to kiss him and enjoy it for what it was; the quiet pleasure of being in his arms.

She made the kiss deeper, slower, and she slid her hands up into the dark mess of his hair, shifting closer to him.

She kissed him until they were both tired with it, and she smiled as she crawled into bed after, too tired to think about tomorrow and Vaughn.

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