Isabella Margaret Delallo (bad_ass_babe) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-12-01 14:50:00 |
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Current mood: | sore |
Entry tags: | isabella delallo, place: la, ~meeghan gregory |
Helping Out (Pt. 2)
Who: Isabella and Meeghan
Where: Meeghan's Apartment
When: Sunday Morning, Nov. 29th , (around 9am-ish)
Warning: For a smidgen of partial nudity
Meeghan had surprisingly slept contently in her bed while another woman was crashed out with slight injury on her couch. Waking Meeghan eased herself silently out from beneath the covers to track the short few steps to the dresser to get an over-sized tee to dress in as a courtesy to her unexpected overnight guest. Meeghan normally slept in the buff and walked around her apartment after just waking in the morning in the same fashion. Hey what windows she had in her apartment were covered so it wasn't like she'd put on a show for anyone that might try observing from the outside. In barefeet Meegs padded softly into the kitchen area to get a fresh pot of coffee brewing before going to check on her "patient" to see if Isabella was awake or still within the folds of a peaceful slumber.
While she was quick to fall asleep last night, Isabella was also quick to wake up by the slightest sound. Again, occupational hazard. She had one arm tucked under her pillow and at some point during the night she curled into her usual position on her side. If it had caused her discomfort, she didn’t show it. But as soon as she needed to move, she might. She opened one blue eye to peek through her messy hair and remembered what happened last night, and where she was. She grumbled something unintelligibly and rubbed at her eyes.
"Sleep well?" Meeghan inquired squatting down as best she could between the couch and coffee table just as Isabella gave a rub to her tired eyes. It was quite clear to Meegs that her overnight guest was still groggy and not quite awake at the moment, but it was hard for the younger woman to ascertain if she was still suffering any discomfort or pain from injuries that had been received the night before.
In response, Isabella gave Meeghan a cute little sleepy smile. "Very," she replied, "You have a surprisingly comfortable couch. Or maybe I was just that tired," she added with a wane smile. Like any other person why they first woke up in the morning, she attempted to stretch out her tired limbs. Her legs were fine, but as soon as she tried to stretch out her arms? Not so fine then. Stupid sore abdomen... ribs. "Feels a little better," she told Meeghan, anticipating that Meeghan would ask if it still hurt.
"Wanting some aspirin now?" The younger woman concluding that the older woman was still suffering the discomfort from her injuries sustained the previous night. Of course Meeghan was all set to accept the refusal from Isabella to the offer of medication to help relieve the pain she was suffering through from her bruised ribs.
Isabella blinked and shook her head against the pillow, “I think I’ll tough it out, thanks.” One thing about Isabella? She was stubborn. She reached out and touched the pads of her fingers to the other woman’s cheek and smiled faintly before drawing back again, “I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to a coffee, though,” she grinned.
Meeghan gave a soft smile to the tender touch before giving a response to the woman. "You got it, Babe." Pushing back up to her feet Meegs started for the kitchen. "You want it black or with cream and or sugar?" Asking as she pulled down two mugs from one of the cabinets in the kitchen.
“Black’s fine,” Isabella called back, sliding carefully into a sitting position and testing her limitations. Give it another day or two and she’d be fine. She just had to remind herself not stretch the muscles too much, least she prolong the injury. This was going to be somewhat difficult, given the first thought that came to mind when she noticed what little Meeghan was wearing this morning. She yawned and stood up to follow Meeghan into the kitchen, in her jeans, shoes… and still only in her black lace bra. “Bathroom?”
"It's the door to your right." Meeghan relayed back filling one mug with the steaming brew, the other one she filled with the fresh brew and then added a dab of cream just to lighten the color a bit. Turning then to find Isabella standing in the kitchen area. "Think you'll be able to sit comfortably at the table or will it be back to the couch with you?" She asked before the woman went off to make use of her bathroom.
Isabella gave her answer some consideration; there was a good chance that she’d fall back asleep if she went back on that couch and she did have plans for the day, so: “The table should be fine.” She hesitated at the door briefly and watched Meeghan for a moment before uttering, “I’ll be back,” and headed toward the bathroom. If Meeghan had been looking, she would have noticed the Japanese Dragon tattoo on her right shoulder blade, colourfully designed and simply beautiful. But, only if she’d been looking.
Well of course Meeghan was going to let her eyes trail Isabella as she moved off to use the facilities. The girl knew how to appreciate a good body, especially the one Isabella sported. So unless she was suffering from blurred vision that morning Meeghan had noticed the tat, it had been what caught the girl's attention once Isabella had turned away from her to head off for the bathroom.
Isabella took a few minutes in there, taking care of the necessary early morning requirements. She washed her hands and splashed cold water in her face before untangled her dark hair with her fingers. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, tilting her head to one side. She thought she looked tired, honestly. Old. And rather like a prune in the rib cage area. How annoying. With an annoyed little frown, she made her way back to the kitchen. “Do you happen to remember where you put my singlet?”
"It's draped over the back of the couch." Meegs informed her, though with the thought that Isa didn't need to slip back into the garment just quite yet. Though she might not voice it, even if it might be read in her eyes, Meeghan was enjoying the view the half naked woman offered her. Even if it wasn't intentional. Meeghan finally made her way over to the table setting Isa's mug down and then settling herself in the chair on the opposite side.
Chuckling a little, since she happened to notice the look in Meeghan’s eyes, she padded off to retrieve said singlet. She put it on in the living room, careful not to make too much noise, least she worry her host, and returned a moment later, sitting at the chair opposite Meeghan. She picked up her mug and let it warm her hands for a moment, “thanks,” she murmured, smiling faintly. She generally wasn’t this pleasant, to be honest. Usually there was grunting and scowling and … barking orders. She made for a very irritable teacher. But occasionally she was nice and even (gasp) polite, as she was now.
Meeghan took a sip of her coffee before saying anything to the other woman in the moment of brief awkwardness. "So, how long have you had the tat on your right shoulder?" Wasn't all that personal of a question, at least from where Meegs was sitting, and it helped dispel the silence that slowly crept between the two women.
Isabella had to think about that. She’d gotten it on her 30th birthday, so: “Six years. It was something I wanted to do for a while. I want to get more, but I just don’t have the time,” she added conversationally, not against idle conversation for the moment. She took a testing sip of her coffee, “do you have any tattoos?”
"You would probably think I did considering the way I choose to dress. Have thought about getting one, just never have actually gotten around to actually doing it." Meeghan offered in answer to the woman's inquiry.
For the first time, Isabella found herself wondering exactly how old Meeghan was. Not that it really mattered, ultimately, given that Meeghan didn’t have any personality traits that put Isabella off her. If she’d been a hyperactive morning person? Then maybe there’d be a problem. She took another sip of her coffee and smiled over the mug, “The important thing is to pick a design that you’re comfortable having on your body forever.”
"That's another hold back. Have no fuckin idea what I'd want to have myself permanently branded with." Which, if Meegs had given it any actual thought, she probably would have come up with some real awesome design, but she had never let herself think on it for any real length of time.
Isabella chuckled and leaned back a little in her seat. She was fortunate enough to know that she wanted her tattoo and that she’d purposely picked out that design for a reason, but not many people had that much forethought, so she admired Meeghan’s reasoning for not having one. She stood and took another sip of her coffee, and squinted her eyes at the light seeping through the windows. It was still early by the look of it. Hopefully Rupert wouldn’t call on her anytime soon; she didn’t want to cause him any unnecessary worry. She took a few steps around the kitchen, trying to get the cobwebs out of her mind. “I’d hate to love you and leave you, but… I have a meeting today that I shouldn’t miss.”
That little comment caught a soft laugh from Meeghan as there technically hadn't been lovin of any kind that had taken place after Meeg had brought Isabella up to her apartment. "Well," Meeghan started with an ease back of her chair and rise to her feet, "you know what they say, all good things must come to an end." She stated with a bit of a grin playing at the edges of her mouth. "Though I'm not about to let you walk out of here and be on your way. I can give you a lift yo where ever it is you need to be." Meeghan said in a tone that relayed there was no question about Isabella being taken to her destination, the woman wasn't exactly in fit form to be walking anywhere.
Isabella blinked at Meeghan, honestly surprised at the offer, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, either. “That would be great, actually,” she murmured as she set her now empty mug into the sink. She leaned back against the counter top and then eyed Meeghan’s lack of outfit, before meeting the other woman’s eyes. Damn, if she was anywhere near 100% she’d totally do something right now. Instead, she settled for saying, “I’m not far from here.”
Meeghan cleared her throat a bit nervously when Isabella looked up to catch her eyes easily reading the thought that they held. Another time and place Meeghan probably would have initiated things between the two, but as it was Isa was in no condition for doing anything of the physical type and Meeghan wasn't about to take advantage of the situation, which she totally could have, but she liked things to be on a mutual level. "Just let me slip on a pair of jeans and we can go." She said holding the other woman's gaze a few short seconds longer before heading toward her bedroom area to get more suitably dressed.
With a frown of frustration, Isabella went back into the living room to collect her jacket. Everything else… seemed to be on her person. Even her willpower, which she would have rather left behind in England, right now. She pulled her fingers through her hair and tried to shake out the tangles, which was something she generally did when she was deep in thought. Staying here and forgetting her responsibilities would have been an easy thing to do, but she wasn’t one to bury her head in the sand. First, Rupert Giles. Then? Whatever he planned to throw at her. Then, of course… an actual job, which she already had lined up. It didn’t start for another week, but Isabella would rather move than stay stagnant. She pursed her lips together and looked toward the bedroom, wondering what Meeghan planned to put on. Sure, she had the willpower not to put her thoughts to action, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t think about it.
Now more appropriately dressed for going out, Meeghan had put on a pair of black denim to wear along with the over-sized tee she was already wearing, Meegs grabbed her keys as she moved through the studio apartment toward the door. "So, where to?" Glancing back at Isabella after she opened the door for them to depart.
Isabella gave her the address to the hotel, figuring it might be an idea to shower and change once she got there, before she did anything else that day. She generally didn't care that much about hygiene, but she felt so many different layers of physical crappy right then that she figured it might help some. She followed Meeghan out of the studio apartment and out onto the street, squinting against the sunlight. Stupid Sun. "How often do you sing at that club?" She asked, wanting to commit Meeghan's response to memory. She figured she'd go back, hopefully sooner rather than later, if the younger woman happened to be there.
"I perform there Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday nights." Meeghan relayed to Isa as the pair made the short walk to where Meegs car was parked along the side of the apartment complex. Though she made no mention of it to the other woman she did note that Alistair wasn't where they had left him after the little altercation they had with the man when Isa and Meegs got back to Meegs place. She could only imagine the embarrassment and humiliation the guy had suffered through before being freed.
The older woman had noticed that he wasn’t there as well, since that was where her eyes went first, wary that he might still be there. She would have felt guilty if he had been, though. Looking back on it now, it was probably excessively cruel to leave him there like that. “Well, maybe I’ll see you there again soon,” she smiled faintly. She didn’t doubt for a second she’d be all healed up by then, even if she was acting a little curmudgeon about her injury now. “If you wouldn’t mind the company,” she added, since she didn’t want to add herself to Meeghan’s list of stalkers.
"Not at all." She smiled back over the hood of her car while unlocking the driver's side door. And truthfully she wouldn't. Unlike most "guests" she had up to her apartment, the last being Neely, there had actually been some conversation that had gone on between the two. It hadn't been all about the sex, though if it weren't for Isabella being injured it just very well could have been. It was a change for Meegs and the younger woman actually found it to be a nice little change of pace.
“Awesome,” Isabella replied, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat. She slipped on her seat belt and closed the door, situating herself comfortably. She could be reckless sometimes when she picked a fight, but when she was in a car she always went for safety, since the awesome crushing power of cars? Tended to outweigh the crushing power of a fist. “As for the other thing…” she nodded her head toward where Alistair had been, “if you need help there, just let me know.”
"I doubt he will present a problem in the future." Not that she knew for certain she'd never lay eyes on the guy again, but a bit of wishful thinking was better then letting something preoccupy her mind when it might prove to be a non necessity. "But I do thank you for the offer." Meegs buckled herself in, then started the car and guided the vehicle out of the lot and onto the street for the none to lengthy drive to the hotel Isabella was staying at.