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Joanie Wicker | The Wicked Witch of the West ([info]wickedwicker) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-07-03 23:50:00

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Entry tags:shere khan, wicked witch

Who: Sam and Joanie
What: Semi-awkward talking
Where: 904
When: June 24th, 5:15 PM
Warnings: None anticipated, though with Joanie, swearing is always a possibility. EDIT: PG-style smoochin' going on here people


After work, Joanie had driven her bike back to Bellum and parked it, running up the stairs to her apartment. Though Sam had been terribly drunk the previous night, she assumed that his desire to talk about their situation was real. So she threw down her monstrosity of a purse, picked up the plastic bag with his gift - a stuffed dolphin with a pair of sunglasses magically fixed over its eyes for added hilarity - and left for the ninth floor.

In the days after returning from Russia, Joanie's bruises had gotten worse before starting to get better. And even as they improved, she was terribly self-conscious about them. Her face was caked in foundation to cover up the blue-black hue spread across the bridge of her nose as well as the assorted scratches on her temples. The bruise on her chin was harder to hide, but she did her best, managing to create a mask that at least looked human. Though it was stuffy in this June weather, she wore long sleeves and jeans, wanting to cover up Russia's effects on her as much as possible.

She stood outside the door to 904, chewing on her lower lip for a moment before rapping lightly on it. After a moment, she knocked more loudly before standing back and waiting.


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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-04 02:33 pm UTC (link)
He covered Joanie's twisting hands with one of his own, fingers sliding down in between hers. "Well, I just want to know what you want," he said, baby blues focusing on her face. "So you can tell me." Ladies first! And it would be helpful to know if she wanted this to go somewhere so he didn't feel like he was violating her everytime he showed affection.

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-04 09:01 pm UTC (link)
Why did she have to talk? This stupid building seemed to be shoving her in every damned direction against her will, forcing her to do things she never wanted to do. First she went to Russia and was beaten half to death by a crowd of angry peasants. Then she had an emotional meltdown in front of another human being. And now, she had to talk about things that bordered on feelings. There was a reason Joanie avoided feelings - she was bad at expressing them in any way that didn't involve yelling.

"Uh," she started, hands stilling beneath his palm. At first, she was reluctant to look at him as she fidgeted in her seat. Trying to put things together in her head was hard when she was on the spot, and her first reaction was to demand that he go first because he obviously had something to say and why was he doing this to her. However, she bit back any venom she desperately wanted to spew and instead managed to put together a coherent thought on the subject at hand.

"Well, I guess I want..." Well, she thought she had a coherent thought. What did anybody want? It was a fucking vague question, and he was clearly torturing her by asking it. "What I meant to say is, I...enjoy your company." That surprised even her at first. She finally looked into his face, blue eyes locking with blue. "You're weird and frustrating and fun and smart and hilarious and-" She wanted to say "hot," but realized that she wasn't about to make a total fool of herself. However, the way her gaze skipped over the length of his sitting body before returning to his face essentially filled in the blank left by her pause before she spat out a less embarrassing final quality. "-interesting."

After that little outburst, she fell quiet for a moment before realizing that she couldn't leave it at that. "So I guess what I'm saying is...I like seeing you?" Her expression was momentarily vulnerable and unsure, knowing she could be setting herself up for a fall. She quickly covered it, but that hesitation lingered as she watched his face, silent.

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-04 09:11 pm UTC (link)
If Joanie didn't even know what she wanted, then how was he supposed to know? How could he give her what she wanted if she didn't tell him, or realize that she even was a human being with wants and needs like anyone else? And he asked her first because she had to recognize that a relationship - if that was what this was going to be - was not about just what he wanted. It had to be mutually beneficial.

"It's okay to tell me what you're thinking," he said. "I want you to, because I can't read your mind. So do you want to keep seeing me?" Sam asked. "Because I don't want to see anyone else, if that's what you want."

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-04 09:22 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't exactly that she didn't know what she wanted. Joanie wasn't quite as indecisive as she acted. But if you made a decision, if you committed, then there was the chance that your decision could be wrong. And if you were wrong, especially about a person, they could hurt you. She was so terrified of getting hurt that she was reluctant to uncoil, even if just taking that chance could be a wonderful ride.

But hearing him say that he actually was interested made her relax slightly. "Really?" she asked, momentarily bewildered. "You'd...want to keep seeing me?" Because he had interfered in her hand-twisting, she began to knead her feet against the floor. Her expression flitted on disbelief before settling into a slow, fragile smile. "I'd like that."

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-04 09:31 pm UTC (link)
"Course I do," Sam said, gently ruffling Joanie's hair. "It's difficult though, isn't it?" he asked rhetorically. "To date someone and essentially put yourself out there. But I'll always be honest with you, just so you know." He smoothed the hair he had mussed, leaning in to bump his nose against her cheek. She couldn't go through life hiding from everyone and everything. That wasn't really living. And when you take a chance sometimes good things happen, sometimes bad things happen, but if you don't take a chance, nothing happens. But he thought this would be a good thing. He really liked Joanie.

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-04 09:47 pm UTC (link)
The ruffle of her hair made her smile. It was a gentle, soft gesture that managed to put her at ease despite the fact that his words put her on edge. He was right. Putting yourself out there was hard, and it made her uncomfortable. But at his reassurance, she relaxed again. "And I'll always be honest with you," she said with a definitive nod. She wanted to believe that he was telling the truth, and for now, that was enough.

After a moment's silence, she gingerly leaned closer until their sides were touching. She was careful to put no pressure on his ribs, but there was just that light contact that sufficed. "How's your burn?" she asked, expression concerned. "And your ribs?"

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-04 09:55 pm UTC (link)
Sam closed the gap between them and tucked his arm around her, kissing the side of her head. "They're fine," he replied with a slight smile. "Healing nicely, so that's good. I've been following doctor's orders. What about you?" he asked. "You know I worry about you." Not because he thought she was incapable of taking care of herself, but because she seemed to think expressing discomfort, whether it was physical or something bothering her upstairs - was a sign of weakness, or was under the false impression that no one cared. And that wasn't healthy.

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-04 10:05 pm UTC (link)
Still careful, she folded against him, holding herself stiffly to spare his ribs. "Good," she said, returning the smile. As he asked about her, she paused. How was she? Normally, her response would be a snippy "fine" that was given no matter what state she was in. But after what had happened the day before, she realized that there was much more to her answer than that.

Her expression froze for a moment before settling into a small, wan smile. "I'm better," she said genuinely. "You don't need to worry. It'll give you gray hair, you know."

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-04 10:10 pm UTC (link)
"I can dye my hair," Sam scoffed. "But there's only one 'you' and of course I'm going to worry. You don't have to hold it all in because it will burst eventually, whether you want it to or not - like an infected appendix," he teased, touching Joanie's side where the organ should be. But he meant what he said. "And, you know, one of my jobs as your Thing? Whatever you want to call me? Is to be a verbal punching bag. So I'll listen whenever you want."

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-04 10:19 pm UTC (link)
"Faker," she teased, sticking her tongue out. At the lecture about letting things out, she nodded instead of rolling her eyes. She had learned about that the hard way. However, she couldn't help snickering at the title "Thing." "My Thing?" she asked with a raised brow. "You can be the cabin boy," she said with a smirk, leaning her head against his shoulder. "But thanks. And that goes both ways. As your superior officer first mate, I will grant you the honor of my assembly whenever you need it." She paused, realizing that this would make no sense to him. Pulling back slightly, she looked up at him. "The first time we changed, I ran into somebody else on my floor. His story thing is a pirate, so he's the captain, and I'm the first mate." She laughed. "It's so dumb, but..." She shrugged. "As Micah would say, things are too serious around here. You'll take what amusement you can get."

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-04 10:24 pm UTC (link)
"Or I'll just go gray and look very distinguished. You might think it's hot." He laughed too, his lips in her hair. "Of course it goes both ways. I wouldn't ask you to do something for me if I didn't plan on doing the same. And for some reason, I thought you might hate the 'boyfriend' title. Significant other? Something better than Cabin Boy, please," he begged. "Yeah, things are pretty fucked up." Understatement of the century. "So I'm glad I have you. To laugh at stupid things with me."

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-04 10:36 pm UTC (link)
She raised a brow. "Oh yeah?" She ran her fingers through his hair with a snort. "Maybe." Smirking, she tugged very gently on a single hair. "Good. We're equal opportunity ranters." The thought of disliking the "boyfriend" title wasn't entirely off-base. "Hey, the cabin boy is very important!" She sighed laboriously. "Fine, you can be...my...man-bitch." She dissolved into laughter, waving a hand in the air. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding." She sobered, looking up at him with a straight face. "Boyfriend is fine. Or whatever clever name I think of at the moment."

As he mentioned laughing at stupid things, she grinned. "I love laughing at stupid things." She bit back the immediate desire to say 'that's why I think you're so funny.' It was mean, and for now, she was going to be good. "And there's a lot of them here, so don't you worry."

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-04 10:47 pm UTC (link)
Like most men, Sam was kind of a sucker for having his hair messed with - so he purred made a noise in this throat that perhaps indicated satisfaction. "Your man-bitch?" he repeated incredulously, but snickered at the description. "Yeah, that's cool, I'd love to be emasculated, thanks."

Though Joanie held back on the stupid things comment, he could see it in her eyes! The vixen! So he smooch-attacked her, nibbling gently on her lower lip in between kisses. "Yeah, I'll bet you do, Peanut."

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-04 10:53 pm UTC (link)
Oh, that was a purr. She snickered at it, deciding not to make a comment. "No problem. It's part of my charm."

The kiss attack came as a surprise, causing her to squeal. Balling up a fist, she rested it against his shoulder, laughing between kisses and moaning lightly between bursts of laughter. Resting her forehead against his, she snorted. "You know me so well," she said tauntingly. "Next you'll be pointing out that I like sarcasm."

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-04 11:01 pm UTC (link)
"I think sarcasm is your other boyfriend," Sam mumbled, pressing one more kiss to her lips, softly. "You're really beautiful," he added, sliding one arm down and rubbing the small of her back. "...and don't roll your eyes at me, or else they'll get stuck there."

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-04 11:05 pm UTC (link)
"Oh damn, you know," she said dryly. At the compliment, her face turned red. She had managed to be surrounded by gorgeous women for most of her life. It seemed that whenever she did make a female friend, the other girl was beautiful enough to be on the cover of magazines. In comparison, she always felt awkward and plain. "I didn't roll my eyes," she muttered, biting gently on his upper lip. "So there."

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-04 11:19 pm UTC (link)
"Mmmmhmmm," Sam grumbled, but he didn't bother to hide the way his breath hitched when he got nibbled on and he may have gotten goosebumps too. "At least you didn't this time. So that's an improvement." He cupped her cheek with his other hand and kissed her deeply, but when it ended he still ran the tip of his tongue across her lower lip. "Ask me anything. I'll give you a free-for-all session." There must be something she wanted to know!

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-04 11:41 pm UTC (link)
There was something about the way his breath hitched that tickled her pink. It was a weird feeling, but she liked it. "I deserve a prize," she mumbled back before he cut her off with another kiss. This one left her momentarily stunned, leaning against both him and the back of the couch as his tongue teased her lower lip. When he asked her to think after this, she almost bit him again for being cruel. "Mmmmmph," she replied, trying to put thoughts together. They fit like poorly stacked Tetris blocks, but she finally found something that could pass for a full row. "Why did you come to this building?" She paused, running her fingers through his hair. "You can't just say rent or location."

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-04 11:59 pm UTC (link)
Maybe thinking was a bad idea right now because he couldn't really think either. Damn it all. "Ummm...well?" Though it sort of came out "Um...welllsfkdsgujtjguerujt" which didn't help with coherency. "I honestly don't know," was Sam's answer, his face buried in the crook of Joanie's neck. "I wanted to start someplace new." He curled his arm around her waist, like he was snuggling. ...okay, maybe he was. A little. "Though I don't really know why - that's all I've ever done, start over in new places. What about you?"

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-05 12:08 am UTC (link)
It was very hard to tell what he was saying even when he was speaking coherently, as his lips were buried in her neck. But she was able to make out understandable English. The comment on starting over in new places was an interesting one, and she considered asking about it when he turned the question on her. Shelving the query for another day, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, returning the embrace. "I needed to reboot," she said, leaning her cheek against the crown of his head. "I'd worked a shitty job in retail for a year, so I contacted a tattoo artist, got an apprenticeship with him, and came here." She was looking for something, she knew it, but wasn't sure what. Maybe it was just the knowledge that she could do this "life" thing.

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-05 12:14 am UTC (link)
"You worked in retail?" Sam snorted a laugh. "How did you not kill everyone?" He probably wouldn't have managed it. Salespeople got the brunt of humanity's stupidity. "It's funny how things fall into place like that. But at least you like your job now, and it's a bright spot among the Bellum weirdness. Okay, new question for you. Go," he said encouragingly, nuzzling her neck with his nose.

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-05 12:23 am UTC (link)
The question had a fairly embarrassing answer. "It was a Hot Topic," she replied with slight hesitation. "The customer base pretty much expected me to be a surly bitch." She decided not to mention the horror of butt tattoos as Sam pointed her job out as a bright spot, mostly because she knew she'd have done it for the sole purpose of being contrary. Feeling his nose against her neck made her laugh lightly, somewhat tickled. "Uhhh..." Damn, thinking again? "What kind of research do you do?"

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-05 12:37 am UTC (link)
"Well, that's perfection then, right? You can't really be a surly bitch with the tattoo thing. I've never been in a Hot Topic, I don't think," he laughed. All he knew was that there was...black and red. Everywhere. And oddly enough, Care Bear t-shirts? "I do genetic research," Sam added in response to the question. "It's controversial, which is why I don't talk about it much, but there's a lot to gain from research that aims to understand and cure degenerative diseases, and basically people who object can kiss my ass and find another 'cause' to whine about." Like plastic rings on the beach or some shit like that. Or maybe how trigger-happy America liked to bomb the shit out of other countries? "But anyway, the zoo was my father's. He left it to me when he died, along with everything else I still haven't gone through. Boxes and boxes of shit. I'd be a millionaire if I had a yard sale."

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-07-05 12:50 am UTC (link)
"No, I can't," she said with a slight frown. Old Sol had practically beaten "service with a smile" into her over her first two weeks there. Though she often found her patience ran thin with customers, she had improved greatly in the customer relations department.

As Sam discussed his research, she didn't find herself particularly bothered. She had never been one for life sciences. Blood made her sick, and body parts were just disgusting. But she understood that some gross things had to be done for the sake of giving everybody the medications and treatments they enjoyed having. The mention that his father was dead pulled at her slightly. Both his parents were gone? Christ, she liked to bitch about hers, but at least she could call them up to say she hated them. Subconsciously fanning her fingers over his back, she turned to kiss the shell of his ear lightly.

"Maybe you should, then," she said with a smile. "If TV has taught us anything, it's that money makes you exempt. Become a yard sale millionaire and any protesters will just conveniently disappear."

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-07-05 01:03 am UTC (link)
"Hmmm, maybe," he sighed, eyes closing as his fingertips glided along her collarbone, and he kissed the dip in the center. "We can all learn great lessons from TV. But if I do, you'll have to help me go through all the boxes. I probably should anyway." Sam grimaced slightly at that. They were all piled into the spare room/makeshift library - though really he had his books stashed everywhere - and he couldn't even begin to guess what that fucking dipshit had stored away over the years. "Oh well, maybe you'll find something you want. Or you can turn everything into...whatever."

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