Roxy (rox_vixit) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-06-28 22:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | erick wassermann, roxanna hill |
October 10, 2013
Abel and Roxy
Their place
Likely starting in the morning and moving through the day
Roxy's Birthday
Abel had told her that he was taking the day off so they had spent most of the night before enjoying a bottle of wine, each others company and the beautiful view of the bay beyond their windows. At the time he had pressed her for what she had wanted to do the coming day and she hadn't exactly been decisive. There were several wine tastings going on, that impressionist exhibition at the legion of honor, the symphony, even that butterflies and blooms thing at the Conservatory of Flowers. She had mentioned them all in passing even though she was sure he knew she would have been just as happy staying in as going out. By the time they had grown sleepy they hadn't made a decision and had gone to bed with a 'we'll worry about it tomorrow' attitude, both fully aware that no matter what was decided it would be after they had slept in. Of course after this long together Roxy knew better than to think that her 'perfect prince Haskel' didn't already have something planned for them.
Thankfully it hadn't included him bounding out of bed as soon as he woke. She had only been half awake herself when he did, she could tell the change in his breathing both by the sound of it and the feeling of it stirring a few of her bright copper curls, and then there was the tightening of his arm around her waist, pulling her in closer. She couldn't help but smile as she gave up on trying to go back to sleep, enjoying the warmth of him at her back and the easy serenity of the moment before the silence was broken by either of their voices. Of course when the moment was disturbed it wasn't either of them.
Thomas had grown impatient waiting for Abel to feed him so the cat had jumped onto the bed and made his way to Abel, likely already speaking to him in that odd link or whatever it was they had that she couldn't understand. Apparently he whatever he was saying wasn't getting through or Abel wasn't moving fast enough for him, because in the next moment the cat had shoved his wet nose against his master's ear and proceeded to lick. The sound of that sandpaper tongue caused her to roll over and before he could make his escape she scooped the familiar into her arms, bringing him to the bare skin of her chest and stomach where she squeezed him until he grunted in protest. She wasn't done with him yet, her hold growing a little lighter after he complained but she still held him tight as she ran her chin over his forehead, the back of his neck and his cheeks in the feline show of affection. She even purred at him, not the same purr she saved for Abel of course, this overwhelming show of affection was her way of discouraging him to bug Abel any further as well as simple playful teasing. He imagined himself king of the house and so getting covered in the scent of the larger, female cat instead of him covering her in his, proving his dominion over the house, was absolutely intolerable.
She squeezed Thomas once more, making him complain again, before her blue eyes moved up, beyond the cat. When they found their way up to those beautiful hazel eyes already fixed on her she offered him a sweet smile, that purr of hers growing a little louder.