Isabella Margaret Delallo (bad_ass_babe) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-12-14 16:27:00 |
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Current mood: | weird |
Entry tags: | isabella delallo, place: la, ~meeghan gregory |
Pillow Talk
Who: Isabella and Meeghan (Possibly OT continuation)
Where: Meeghan's Apartment
When: Saturday Afternoon, Dec. 12th
Warning: There's a mention of sex, but no groin-y action
Much like the week before and the week before that, Isabella was at Meeghan's place, only this time she had somehow masterfully stolen the bed covers, tangling them haphazardly around her lithe form, and was smirking at the younger woman, peering at her through a part in her unkempt hair. She felt awfully... triumphant, right now. And very, very satisfied.
Meeghan stirred slightly feeling around with a hand in an attempt to locate the covers, or at least a portion of them, to wrap herself up in when she subconsciously felt a cool rush of air caress her warm skin. This was one of the downsides to sharing a bed with someone, you always ran the risk of your bed partner sneaking away the covers to have all form themselves. Fingers brushed lightly against the edge of the covers that Isabella had successfully tangled herself up in, curling them into the material Meegan tried tugging some portion of the bed covering away from the woman to cover herself with. Failing at the attempt Meeghan finally open her eyes to slits to look at the bed cover hoarder. "Don't make me wrestle you for them." She told Isa sleepily with a slight sternness to the tone of her voice.
Isabella bit her lip to try to stop from laughing, but it didn't work out so well. She tittered, her blue eyes crinkling with amusement. Ordinarily she wasn't a person who woke up easily... but since it was afternoon, she found herself more easily amused than her normal grumpy self. She disentangled herself and wrapped the bed cover over Meeghan's shoulder, sort of falling into cuddling her in the same action. Not many people would've guessed it, but she loved cuddles. "Mm, don't tempt me to steal them again," she murmured.
"I think I'd like to tempt you into something else." Meeghan responded sleepily with a kiss to the other woman's shoulder before tucking the covers beneath herself with a fluttering open of her eyes which she focus on Isabella.
"Mm, not sure if I've regained feeling in the lower half of my body yet," Isabella replied, smiling faintly as she buried her face in the nook of Meeghan's neck. "Give me time, though. I may surprise you yet."
Meeghan released a soft moan once the soft, warm lips were felt at the curve of her neck. "Your lower half might not be up to par, but the upper part," Meeghan grinned mischievously to her bedmate as she snuggled in a little bit closer to the woman, "seems to be functioning just fine." Slipping an arm around Isa, Meeghan tugged her close as her mouth found the older woman's. The taste of her lips and the scent she emitted brought back patches of the night before and they had Meeghan suddenly hungering for more of the woman.
Isabella moaned and nipped playfully at Meeghan's lip. She felt like a teenager again, she couldn't seem to get enough of touching the younger woman. She smiled faintly and tugged lightly at Meeghan's hair, "I'm starting to get the impression you can't get enough of me," she part-pointed-out, part-teased. Of course, she certainly wasn't complaining...
"Am I detecting some sort of complaint there?" Meeghan chuckled teasingly. Of course she wasn't taking Isa's comment as such as the pair seemed not to be able to get enough of each other, which was quite evident whenever they fell into Meeghan's bed. Not that it was the only aspect of their relationship, they had the open communication thing going as well never seeming to be at a loss of something to talk about. In Meeghan's view, it was a well rounded relationship.
"Mm, none whatsoever," Isabella replied honestly, despite the fact that Meeghan was joking. She rubbed her hand across Meeghan's stomach before stretching out her limbs. She found a new love for stretching, it seemed. "So what's on the agenda this..." she glanced at the nearest clock, "afternoon? That can't be right." She blinked, trying to figure the numbers in her head... all of which pointed to 'afternoon'. "Huh. Afternoon, then," she smiled faintly. It didn't seem like that much time had passed, to her.
"I don't have to be at the club til tonight, so, "Meeghan rolled over on top of Isa, "we've got all afternoon to get acquainted." The ebony haired younger woman grinned with a reach for the covers to tug them up and over them both. And it was more along the lines of a re-acquaintance of sorts as they had gotten quite familiar with each other the night before. And it wasn't the first time.
Some time later, after mind-blowing sex, Isabella lay on her back with the back of her hand covering her eyes, her generous breasts rising and falling in quick succession as she tried to catch her breath. "Are you sure you have to go to work," she murmured, trying to bite back a smirk. The whole fantastic sex thing? She could get used to.
"Until I start making money from Full Moon Records," which Meeghan knew wasn't going to happen overnight, she hadn't even been in the studio to start recording anything, "yeah, I need the gig at Club L.A. Unless you wanna become my sugar mommy." She teased laying next to Isa in pretty much the same position as the other woman working on regaining control of her breathing after another session of amazing sex that left Meeghan quite the satated and satisfied young woman.
Isabella barked out a laugh, completely surprised by that. "Would that I could, but unfortunately I don't earn that much," she smirked then, "maybe when you're a famous musician, you could take care of me." She peered at Meeghan through the tangled mess of her hair, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. Wouldn't that be interesting?
"Thought I already took care of you." Meeghan teased back with a tilt of her head to the side which enabled her to look over at Isa knowing the meaning of their words varied greatly from one another.
"Mm, you really did," Isabella murmured. She curled up on her side, facing Meeghan, and brushed her lips over the other woman's before pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. It was funny how... easy this felt, how comfortable and just... right. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so content. Funny, huh? "Once I'm settled into my apartment, you should come over. I could make you dinner."
"Sounds like you're getting a bit serious here, Isa." Meeghan said brushing the hair away from the other woman's face to tuck behind her ear. Sure Meegs enjoyed the woman's company and having her over many nights where they landed in her bed, but she had never let her thoughts travel past the casualness of their present relationship. Maybe it was time to start putting just that to consideration?
"My brothers call me that," Isabella murmured with a touch of sadness to her voice. She hadn't heard from them since The Council blew up, she'd left messages at places where she thought they might be holed up, but to no avail. It was funny how little things like being called a childhood nickname (although Meeghan wasn't to know that) depressed her so easily. "And maybe I'm just a proud cook," she added, before rolling to the opposite side of the bed. She tossed off the blanket and sat at the edge, looking for her clothes. Which were kind of... everywhere.
"Hey." Meeghan frowned immediately when Isabella moved away from her to sit up at the edge of the bed. Pushing away the covers Meeghan manuevered herself over to the other side of the bed to kneel up behind the Watcher when a tender kiss placed to the woman's shoulder. "What is it?" Meeghan asked quietly really not knowing what she might have said or done to so swiftly change Isabella's mood.
Isabella's back stiffened and she immediately hated herself for it. There were some things she couldn't talk about, after all. "It's nothing. I just... haven't heard from them in a while." At least that much she could say. She exhaled and turned her body slightly to press her forehead against Meeghan's, "sorry. My mood changes quickly, sometimes. Let's change the subject, hrmh?"
"I'm sorry, sweetie." Meeghan murmured with a gentle kiss to the other woman's lips. "I didn't know." She said apologetically before scooting over to sit at the edge of the bed next to Isabella. "We can talk about anything you want, babe." She said putting the conversation ball into Isabella's court to keep the topic of conversation away from anything that might upset or depress the woman.
"Hrmh," Isabella moved her mouth to the side thoughtfully. "Maybe we should talk about getting you into the shower," she said, since time waited for no man... or woman, as the case may be. At least one of them had to go to work tonight. She smiled faintly and pressed her lips to Meeghan's. See? A little better.