Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-12-15 14:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
All I Want For Christmas
Who: Neely & Rachelle
Where: Neely's apartment
When: Tuesday morning
Warning: For a little nuzzling. Just a little.
If Rachelle had to write a report on the definition of "made of awesome", this would be it: waking up in a huuuge bed in Neely's amazing, bad-ass apartment above Avarice. Despite the intimate nature of their relationship, sweetly enough the girl was still shy enough to not sleep nude. Instead she wore loose powder blue shorts and a white, ribbed tanktop. The sunlight was coming in through the huge window, and warmed her skin. This? Was amazing.
Neely generally only slept in her underwear, not because she was vain… but having extra body heat tended to overheat her. She slept a little longer than Rachelle, and then blinked at the empty space in the bed beside her when she woke up. The funny thing was? She immediately expected Rachelle to be there. She blinked a couple more times, and then rubbed at her eyes, "‘Chelle?" She called out.
"I'm here, baby." The bassist was over by the window, just gazing out over the city. "Not even being funny... but is having a wealthy family always this amazing? I love this place SO much. It's... serene."
"Who knew you could have that above all the chaos," she murmured, meaning the club below. She smiled faintly, slipped out of bed and threw on a white t-shirt before joining Rachelle by the window. She stood behind the redhead and wrapped her arms around her waist, linking her hands at Rachelle’s stomach as she rested her chin on her shoulder. "Sleep well?"
"I've found that when I stay overnight with you I sleep better than usual. I think its the comfort. Knowing you're right next to me." And then, because she couldn't stay serious for long, "or maybe you just wear me out."
"Oh, there are no ‘maybes’ about it, woman," Neely teased, nipping at Rachelle’s shoulder. "…But the comfort I get," she admitted. "I mean… before it didn’t matter so much, but with you? Now? I just can’t imagine anything else." She felt… vulnerable saying it, but she still said it. Points for taking a step in the right direction?
"I get it. Totally. I was content being alone in my crummy little apartment, but now? I feel like I'm empty when I'm not here. With you." Rachelle rolled her eyes and huffed. "I feel fucking LAME. I never get all... all... GIRLY like this."
"If you want we could play touch football or something, make it a more manly moment," Neely suggested. And the funny thing was, she wasn’t even joking. She was fully prepared to do whatever it took to make Rachelle more comfortable in the moment… even if it was something that could be considered sexual, given what little they were wearing.
"You're a retard. All I meant was, I'm not used to being... soft, or sweet. I kinda like it." She took a few steps, to lean against Neely with a smile. "Would I be like... crowding you if I asked to spend Christmas here with you?"
Neely rolled her eyes, feeling like a complete idiot. At Rachelle’s request, she sucked her lip between her teeth. Honestly? She hadn’t even thought about Christmas, or how suddenly close it really was. "No, I wouldn’t consider that crowding. I’d say that’s more… necessary." She smirked lopsidedly. "What about the Van Warren’s? I thought you might be spending time with them." Not that she was complaining, mind you.
"Oh, I mean, I'd love to visit them. With YOU, if you don't mind. But I guess what I meant was..." Dammit, she felt stupid here. Like smacking herself in the head. "Ok, I'm just gonna ask: can I stay here Christmas Eve night, into the morning? I just... wanna be with you."
Neely blinked, and then gave Rachelle a tender little kiss. Damn if she wasn’t the sweetest thing ever. "Of course you can. I’m such a retard, I didn’t think... I was fully prepared to stay home alone and... Hey. You still haven’t given me gift ideas for you," she grinned. Yes, she was all over the place mentally, this morning.
"Oh god. There's really nothing I want." Ok, a freakin LIE there. But still, like she was going to rattle off all these nice things she wanted? "Just let me spend that night with you, cuddling together, looking at the tree or something, and I'll be ecstatic."
"Mm, that I can do." Neely grinned. She already had one idea for a gift for Rachelle... one hell of a geeky-sexy-as-hell idea, but... she still wanted Rachelle to have what she wanted. Whatever she wanted. "But still. Gift idea?" Because if anything, she could be a persistent bitch.
"Fine. If you make me a tiny list of a few things, I'll do the same for you. Otherwise? No dice." She could negotiate, but no way was Rachelle totally giving in.
Neely rolled her eyes and mock-thought about this, with her mouth to one side. She... really did love to tease the bassist. "Alright, alright. That sounds fair."
"Good. So when we're allll done here, you go write a lil' list, I'll do the same, then we'll go shopping. I may have to go sell my kidney first, but still." She tried not to smirk there, but it was hard.
"Hey, I’m easy, really." She put her hand up in the girl scouts salute and laughed a little. She didn’t have expensive tastes, fortunately. And it was more the simple things that pleased her anyway. "And ‘when we’re alllll done here’? Why, whatever do you mean?" That eyebrow of hers shot up curiously.
"Like, once we're dressed? And have had breakfast?" OH did she glare there. "Is your mind ALWAYS in the goddamn gutter, woman?" She snorted and gave her a playful shove.
Neely sucked her lip between her teeth and took hold of Rachelle’s hands, "not always." She murmured, before giving Rachelle a quick kiss. "What do you feel like for breakfast?" See? No sex-thoughts involved there...
"You?" Rachelle said innocently enough. Come on, seriously. The liklihood of BOTH of them keeping things innocent for long? NIL.
"Mmhmm," Neely replied as she lifted Rachelle’s hands over her head and pinned her against the nearest wall. "... just can't help it when you’re half-naked... or dressed... or... anywhere near me."
"Color me flattered." Rachelle said, trying not to damn-near PANT there, as, while she hated to admit it, it kind of got her all hot and bothered when Neely was a little... forceful with her.
Neely smirked lopsidedly and nuzzled into Rachelle’s neck. She gave her a nice little love-bite. "We could always pick this up later if we ever want to go shopping," she breathed into Rachelle’s ear, trying to keep the playful tone out of her voice and failing miserably.
"You're so... fucking... mean..." she said with a husky laugh. "Seriously."
"Pshaw, little ‘ole me?" Neely gave Rachelle her best ‘I’m so innocent’ expression. "Never."