Skylar James Bale (socialiterocker) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-11-04 21:03:00 |
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Dirty Girl
Who: Skylar and Ben
Where: Avarice
When: Wednesday Night
Rating: Rated R for a little dirtiness near the end.
Skylar twirled her straw in her drink as she sat at a corner booth in Avarice. She had a slightly wicked idea for the night, but needed Ben to be there for it to go down. She could barely contain herself around Ben, which made her feel crazy in ways that she didn't really think possible. This certainly felt like 'the one' and she could only assume that this was supposed to be what she was feeling like. She was just a little amazed that it was a guy that she was feeling this about. Didn't matter, though. The one was the one, no matter the sex, right?
No matter how many times Ben saw her sitting in his private booth in the club, it always made him grin. He was still having occasional trouble believing she was finally HIS. Ben was dressed down a little tonight, wearing jeans, black hiking boots, a faded Metallica "Master of Puppets" tee, and a thick silver herringbone necklace. Walking up to her, he sat down at the table and winked. "This seat taken?"
"Only if it's you that's in it," Skylar purred at him. Her face had lit up when she saw him. Maybe it hadn't been before, but now it was painfully obvious just how much she cared about him when she saw him.
"Oh, check you out, all seductive and playful today." He smiled brightly, realizing that she hadn't seemed this playful, this wicked even, since their first taboo hookup. Maybe she was finally starting to heal, to get back to who he knew she really was. He sat down with her leaning in to kiss her tenderly on the side of the neck.
She nuzzled against him as he kissed her neck. "So glad to finally have you out here," she said to him. "What have you been up to?"
"The usual: trying to talk up a few bands, make sure Bronte and Bretton are running things good here..." He chuckled and looked at her with a faux-serious expression. "Taking on an apprentice of sorts..."
"My cousin Neely's moving here. Gonna give her my place above Avarice. Teach her how to be everything I was before we got together." In other words? He was training her to be a perverse, stone-cold muthafuckin' pimp.
"So, you're training your cousin to be just like you then?" Skylar asked. "Well, you from before. That should be quite interesting."
"She's already like me. She just needs... to get some game, to pardon the expression." He snickered, knowing Neely wasn't exactly a smooth talker all the time.
That just made Skylar laugh a little. "I'm sure that you could teach her a whole lot," she said, still smirking at him.
"Are you kidding? Nobody's smoother than me. Nobody." Cocky much? Not Ben. Uh-uh. "Soon? She'll be as knee-deep in trim as I ever was. She's a good-lookin' girl, and knows what she wants... she just needs to focus." Shrugging, he sweetly tapped her nose. "She stopped by the other day, but you were still in bed. Didn't want to wake you."
"Good, because I'm cranky when I haven't gotten all the sleep that I want." She really only needed four hours or so, but god help you if you didn't give her what she needed.
"So, I have to ask: what's going on in that wicked mind of yours? I've known you long enough to be able to look at that face and know the wheels are turning up there." He stared at her, eyes locked on hers, an eyebrow raising.
She grinned at him, putting her finger over his lips in a 'shh' motion. "Just don't make too much noise, OK?" Luckily, the were in a private booth off in a corner. She kept grinning at him as she slipped under the table.
"Oh." He laughed, and for maybe the first time since he was 13, did Ben blush? Well good god, I think he did.