Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-11-29 00:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, place: new orleans, rachelle martin-bale |
Admitting Certain Truths
Who: Rachelle and Neely
Where: New Orleans, the James Estate, one of the guest rooms
When: Wednesday Night, Nov. 25th (After the dinner party)
Neely couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to such an enjoyable family dinner, and it (mostly!) wasn’t even her family. She sighed contently as she pulled out the black ribbon in her hair, finally entering the guest bedroom for the evening… with Rachelle. That was different. "So, on a scale of one to ten, was that the best thanksgiving ever," she asked conversationally, oddly feeling a little… nervous.
"That made no sense, ya goofball." Rachelle said with a husky chuckle, stretching out on the bed and letting out a lonnnng sigh. "And yeah... it was nice. Her family's nice enough, but I couldn’t help but think they were kinda looking at me and Lydia's boytoy like we were charity cases or something. You and Ben were like, practically celebrities though."
"I guess Skylar’s family’s a little too focused on money," Neely shrugged, kicking off her heels. She watched Rachelle on the bed and smirked lopsidedly before crawling on the bed beside the redhead, "Are ya tired?"
"WAY too wired to be even slightly sleepy." She really WAS having a good time. It felt good to be out with Neely, as her girlfriend, no matter where they were. And this bedroom, Christ, it felt like staying at a five-star hotel, rather than a guest room. "I kinda keep replaying that sentence through my head. Where you said you were falling in love with me. Because it makes me smile. And I'm lame enough to admit it."
Neely actually blushed at that and lowered her eyes, cutely embarrassed. "I guess it is memorable," she chuckled, meeting Rachelle’s eyes and feeling a little flutter in her stomach. "I’m just glad you didn’t throw me out. I mean, I know you said you’d always be there... but a part of me worried that... you wouldn’t be." She didn’t elaborate on how huge that part of her was.
"Neely... trust me when I tell you with all honesty that I would only throw you out in one or two instances." Rachelle propped herself up on her elbows, looking over at the blonde she-wolf. "One is if I ever find out you're cheating on me. Two is if you ever abuse me in any way. As long as neither of those things happen? We're golden."
"Why would I ever want to do that to you?" Neely asked, brushing her thumb over the other girl’s cheek. "Hurting you... is not something I plan to do. Not ever," her voice was stern. She believed this with every fiber of her being.
"Well, see then? Nothing to worry about." This was Rachelle's way of being comforting. She was... rough around the edges, this much was true. "Say it again? You know what I mean. It makes my heart kinda beat harder."
Neely smiled sweetly and watched Rachelle’s expression (she was doing that a lot lately, she realized), "'I’m falling in love with you, too.’"
Yes, Rachelle actually let out a little girlish giggle there, smiling brightly. "God, I love you, Neely. Like, in a ridiculous, huge, big way."
The werewolf’s expression melted a little and she let out a sigh. It was nice hearing that. Hearing the ‘L’ word that she had basically ran from for years. "How huge?" She asked, raising that slender eyebrow, a little smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Huge enough that when we're done talking, I plan to do inappropriate things to you in my friend's parents' house?" She said with a too-innocent lilt.
"Gasp, I don’t believe it. I’ve corrupted you!" Neely laughed out loud, totally up for teasing the crap out of Rachelle right now.
"Saywhuuuuu?" Rachelle felt her voice go up to almost a squeak. "Girl, you can't corrupt what's already been corrupted." And then she let out a content sigh and laid back down. "I gotta admit, I was terrified when we first walked in and I saw how... rich & classy everyone was. I felt like I just walked into the Mos Eisley Cantina or something."
Neely smirked and snuggled Rachelle, resting her head against the other girl’s breast and wrapping her arm around her waist. "Because you’re… an alien in a strange world?" Neely was trying to grasp the metaphor here.
"Duh. Wasn't like I was saying Mr. James looked like Ponda Baba and ohmygod I just admitted to knowing the names of at least one of the aliens." Rachelle looked mortified. "I'm never getting laid AGAIN."
Laughing, Neely pressed her chin against Rachelle’s breast to look at the redhead’s face, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Did you forget that I said that geek was hot?"
"Thank God." The bassist rolled her eyes and snickered. "Because I'm totally taking you with me to the next sci-fi convention I go to. Its hilarious. Overweight smelly guys gravitate to you like sharks to blood."
"Oh, I don’t doubt they’d gravitate towards you for a second," Neely grinned and then… thought about it. “Do you go in costume?” Because that? Would be something to see.
"Dude. I'm a geek but not a total dork. Its bad enough I wear football jerseys all the time, last thing I need is to walk around wearing Stormtrooper armor." Rachelle giggled there, nuzzling Neely lightly. "Goofball."
"Mm, I was more thinking you dressed as Princess Leia in that skimpy little bikini outfit after Jabba the Hutt took her prisoner," Neely bit her lip. "I’d like to see that," she nodded. Oh yes, they were the strangest pair, weren’t they?
"Ohhhh damn." And then? Sadly, Rachelle got a WAY serious grin. "I'll wear it sometime if you will..."
Neely licked her lips and grinned, that seemed like a fair trade to her. "Deal," she winked, half-way tempted to tickle the other girl.