Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-16 17:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Four Words To Describe This...
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: Their apartment - above Avarice
When: Thursday, Feb. 11th (After the funeral)
Somehow... Rachelle had held it together better during Lucy's funeral than she ever thought she could. Maybe it was the fighter in her, the part that knew she had to be strong for Chloe, for Kevin, for David... for all the people who weren't taking it so well. Whatever the reason... the redhead was eerily calm right now. As they got back to their(!) place above Avarice, she let out a long, deep sigh, looking almost totally unlike herself in a long, classy black dress, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, looking around as if... trying to find some missing piece of herself.
Neely followed Rachelle into the apartment, also in a black dress with her blonde hair in loose curls over her shoulders, and a black wrist band. She was in a quiet, reflective mood and hadn’t said much of anything to anyone all day. She gave hugs and was there for general support, but for conversation? She just wasn’t there. Her thoughts weren’t completely with Lucy, however, and she felt a little selfish for that. She reached for Rachelle’s hand once they were in the apartment.
"Hey." Chelle said quietly, smiling to the blonde as she squeezed her hand. "What's on your mind, baby?" She missed her friend... missed her to the point of it hurting her chest... but she knew the little blonde would be pissed if she sat there ruining herself over her.
The small blonde tugged Rachelle close to her and looked into her eyes for a long moment, showing all the love she had for her in that one look, before curling her arms around the redhead’s neck and kissing her, a long, drawn-out… completely loving kiss. Once oxygen became an issue, she pulled back and pressed her forehead against the other woman’s, "I love you." Don’t ever die, she thought.
"Baby... I love you too." Chelle said, that eyebrow raising in silent question. "What's on your mind, sexy?" As if she didn't have... at least an idea. Still.. maybe they both needed to say it aloud.
"I don’t want you to leave me..." Of course, by 'leave' she meant 'die', but she couldn’t say it, saying it would just be too painful, "not for a very, very long time. When you’re old and grey and you’re sick of me."
"Neely... I know." God, this had been a hard day, a hard WEEK, for all of them. "If the reaper ever comes for you? I'll punch HIM in the face too. So there." Yeah, it wasn't exactly comfort or solace... but it was the best she could muster.
Neely chuckled weakly at that and shook her head, "I don’t think the reaper would even know what to do about you." She joined her hands behind Rachelle’s back, just... wanting her close.
"Damn right. I wanna see Lucy again, babe... but not for a long, long time." She rested her forehead against Neely's, sighing as she just took in her scent. "Not when I finally found you."
"Well, you know, I..." am awesome, she’d been about to say, but instead she closed her eyes and breathed Rachelle in, raising one eyebrow thoughtfully.
"You KNOW you always make me wonder what's going through that mind of yours when I see that eyebrow go up." She led the blonde over to the sofa, still holding her hand. "Spill it. Seriously. I'm in mourning, but I'm still not above smackin' a chick."
"You know, I might actually like that..." Neely joked, smirking slightly. "Maybe... well..." She sat down and moved her mouth to the side thoughtfully. How did she put what she wanted to say? "I know I have a lot of growing up to do and that ... there’s still some trust that needs to be gained, but..." GAH, why was this difficult to say?
"Wow. This sounds serious, Neels. So... I swear I won't make one snarky comment. Just... seriously, lay it on the line. What exactly are you trying to ask me?" She looked directly into those gorgeous eyes and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. "I promise... I ain't going anywhere."
This was why Neely didn’t wear dresses often, they were difficult to move in, but she did manage to hike it up a bit as she positioned her body, facing Rachelle. She nibbled her lip, as if still afraid that Rachelle would hurt her here. "Once that’s... once I’m..." she let out a cutely frustrated growl and blurted out: "Would you marry me?"
Rachelle PROBABLY didn't give the reaction Neely expected. Unless loud, raucous laughter was what she was expecting. "A-Are you fucking with me? Bennett Neely Bale... you... ohmygod. There's... are you... is this because you're in a panic?"
Neely looked a little puzzled, but laughed a little when Rachelle did. "Fuck you. I’m trying to be serious here and you go and ruin it. I just ... if we’re going to be forever, then why can’t our lives together start right now." She let out another little growl, "I’m impatient. You know that."
"I... oh my god, you're serious..." Rachelle blanched a little. This was.... highly unexpected. "Neely... I... ok. Fine. I'm gonna say this right now." She took a DEEP breath. "Yes. I'll marry you. And if... if in a few days, you decide this was in a fit of... of panic or sadness... I won't hold it against you if you wanna take it back."
The werewolf grinned then, as if she’d won some great epic battle, or something. She kissed Rachelle sweetly, already planning on asking her again all romantic-like and when she least expected it. "Hmm. No, no. You’re stuck with me for life now."
"Wow. You're... you're really, honest-to-god serious." Rachelle was sort of... flabbergasted. "You... you really want to marry me." She said it like she couldnt believe it... like she still didn't find herself worthy.
Neely 'hmm'd and repositioned, straddling Rachelle’s lap. It wasn’t a sexual act (surprisingly), but more a need to physically touch Rachelle as much as she could. "Really," she murmured.
"ohmyfuckingGOD." The redhead blurted out in one breath, as the first true smile she'd had since before Lucy died broke out on her face. "Of course I'll marry you, Neely..."
"Good," Neely sighed, pressing her lips against Rachelle’s again. "'Cause in case you haven’t realised? I’m head over heels for you, woman, and I don’t see that ever changing."
"Heh. You and Ben, both getting married. Me and Skylar must be goddamn MIRACLE workers, man..." She teased, flipping her hair back, that newish cross necklace she now wore constantly glinting in the light. "Either that or we're just the two sexiest bitches the Bale family's ever encountered."
Neely glanced at the necklace, and cutely, her jaw clenched, but she didn’t say anything about it. Not yet, anyway. "I’d say the second one," she grinned. Since ... hey, that was the God’s honest truth.
"No trading off. I'm telling ya right now. I know how sexually deviant you Bales can be. NO WIFE SWAPPING." She said playfully. "Got nothin' against the peen, but Ben just aint my type. Besides... nobody gets to touch my girl but ME from now on."
The werewolf made a face at that, and then loosened Rachelle's hair from its ponytail, shaking it out between her fingers, "Nobody gets to touch you, either." She shot back, sweetly tugging at that necklace.
"You know?" She said with the first real giggle she'd felt in over a week, "I think I can handle that. So. Where's my fuckin' ring?" She asked with a loud, happy laugh.
Neely just raised that eyebrow again and laughed, still tugging at the necklace. "The 'fuckin' ring' is gonna have to wait. Can’t give you any ole’ thing now, can I?" Yes, people, this was Bennett Neely Bale, former womaniser, currently head over heels for Rachelle Martin.
"Ya know, goofball, yer gonna end up breaking my necklace. Then I'll be vampire-bait. And weren't we just over the whole not-wanting-to-lose-me thing?" She asked sweetly, that slightly dry tone still there.
"I could always buy you another one..." Since hey, bitch could afford it. She did stop tugging at it, though, since while it made Neely extremely jealous to see her wearing it, she also knew it meant something to Rachelle. "See? I can be a good girl."
Was it wrong that Chelle found some revenge-satisfaction in Neely's jealousy? Maybe. Still, she had to sooth her a little. "Honey... He saved me, walked me home, and I've never heard from him again."
"I know," Neely murmured. "Can’t help being jealous and wanting to smack a bitch, though. … Or bastard in this case." She rolled her eyes at her own possessiveness, "One of the many quirks you love about me, right?"
"One of the many. But trust me: he's not into me. He's just a nice guy that SAVED MY LIFE. So chill. Was he cute? Very much so. But you're the one I love." This whole discussion seemed so... surreal right now. Rachelle could practically feel her head spin.
"And awwwwway goes the little green-eyed Neely-shaped monster," the blonde replied, smirking slightly. She nuzzled Rachelle and then giggled and raised that eyebrow again: "So… Spring wedding?"
"If we wouldn't have an angry cousin and lead singer, I'd say how about a This Weekend wedding." Chelle laughed with a blush. "So yeah. You want spring? You got it."
"We could elope..." Neely grinned suggestively. "Unless you want a white wedding..." She leaned back and appraised the redhead, "I could picture you in white. Of course, white means innocence... and I’m fairly sure you lost that years ago."
"I haven't been innocent since the last time Chevy Chase made a good movie, yo." Chelle replied, wry grin at her lips. "Still... I'd give you any kind of wedding you wanted. Any."
Neely traced the pad of her thumb across Rachelle’s lower lip and grinned. She hadn’t really thought about her own wedding before, so: "I think it should be anything you want. Even if it means I’m wearing that Slave Leia outfit, and we have stormtroopers for ushers."
"Har har, smartass." Chelle snorted with a little nip of the other girl's nose. "No... I'm thinking something nice... just nothing over-the-top. I mean face it: can you even PICTURE me in some lacy, frilly thing?"
The blonde raised an eyebrow that, since the words 'lacy and frilly' took her to a very happy and... very dirty place. "Yes, yes I can," she grinned, but she rolled her eyes and went serious again. "Alright, no frilly. Slinky, though. Slinky would be nice."
"Slinky, I can pull off. But we may have to negotiate on heels. I don't do heels. Sneakers? Yes. Combat boots? Yes. Heels? FUCK no." Sadly, she appeared to be adamant about this.
"Actually, I could picture the combat boots..." Neely laughed. It was so Rachelle that she couldn’t be entirely girly. "So... just flats, then. Practical, and less chance you’ll fall on your ass."
"Damn. A slinky wedding dress with combat boots could be kinda hot, actually..." Oh, no. Those wheels were turning now in Chelle's head...
"Well, yeah." Neely bit her lip. "And a choker, since I couldn’t see you without one," and it would undoubtedly turn the small blonde on, but shh.
"Jesus Christ, Neely... we're planning a WEDDING. Us. Did I land in the goddamn Twilight Zone or something?" She asked, the sparkle in her eyes saying it all: Neely had made her truly, truly happy.
Neely just laughed and gave Rachelle a good nuzzling, "no, baby. It’s real. ...It should probably be at night, though, since I don’t think Meredith wants to go up in flames." Okay, so she couldn’t stop talking about the wedding! ... Wedding, heh. She grinned goofily.
"Yeah... Mere's hot, but... if we get literal there, it could get messy." Hey, give Chelle credit: at least she was comfortable enough now to make jokes...
...Oh, what a wicked idea. "We could always take her on the honeymoon," she said with a teasing lilt.
"Normally? I'd be SO into that idea... but no...." She gave an overdramatic sigh. "Honeymoons should be about romance, not deviant sex acts. Ok, maybe romance WITH deviant sex acts. But I'm saying it should be just us."
"Mmkay," Neely murmured, that grin of hers still in place as she leaned forward and kissed Rachelle. A very long, drawn out, passionate kiss. "Speaking of honeymoons," she continued, still, amazingly, on that train of thought. "Where do you wanna go? Anywhere you want, baby."
"Dude... you SO dont wanna give me the choice. It'll be all sports or Star Wars, girl. DON'T give me the choice..." Hey, she tried to warn her, right?
"Hey..." Neely put her hands to Rachelle’s cheeks and smiled sweetly, "As long as you’re happy and there, I don’t care where the fuck we are." Awr.
Yeah, these two were a regular Nicholas Sparks novel, weren't they? "You better get a ring soon. Even if it's some plastic shit out of a cracker jack box. Cuz I'm gonna tell ALL my friends about this ASAP and you know they're gonna ask to see it."
Neely laughed and rolled her eyes, just imagining the looks she’d get from her cousins. ... And her brothers. Hrmph. Was it a horrible thought that she didn’t want to invite them because of their bullshit? She didn’t linger on that thought for long, though. "Dunno. Kinda like the idea of you on pins and needles wanting to tell someone." She teased. "I’ll find you something good."
"I kinda can't wait." This was the most girly and.... feminine Rachelle had ever felt. She wanted to just.... giggle or something. Twirl, do a dance, ANYTHING.
The blonde 'hmm'd thoughtfully, got up, and left the room, before returning a minute later with a closed hand. She raised that eyebrow, before hiking up her dress a little, and sitting in Rachelle’s lap. "Will a temporary ring do?"
"I have this feeling you have something really cute in mind... so sure. It sounds lovely." She held her hand out, rather dramatically, like some princess.
"Cute? Pshaw. Never," Neely teased, just loving this moment. Rachelle was right, of course... as she opened up her hand to reveal a mood ring, and slipped it on the redhead's finger.
"So... you're sure? This is really it? We're... engaged?" She sounded so unsure, like she was convinced Neely was going to snap to her senses and back out.
Neely watched the ring turn pick and smiled faintly, since she didn't need it to gauge Rachelle’s mood. She gave Rachelle a chaste kiss on the lips and nodded, "we are."