Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-23 09:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, place: toronto, rachelle martin-bale |
Yes, that’s right. NO SEX and WEDDING in the same sentence...
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: Toronto, bitches!
When: Saturday, February 20th
Neely liked to think that she could keep secrets and keep them well, but it was kind of hard to keep one when you were on a plane to said secret. So… she had to tell Rachelle certain things, like where said plane was going to... but, beyond that, she kept her cute little mouth shut, just thrumming with excitement. She couldn’t decide if her idea was the cutest ever, or the smarmiest, but… in the end, it was for Rachelle, and that was all that mattered. They just got off the plane and hopped into the cab, and… poor Rachelle didn’t get the chance to hear where they were going, since Neely handed the driver a note (inside of which was a $50 bill), telling him where they needed to go, without saying a word. Yes, she was evil...
Ok. now, Rachelle could be a rock. Everyone knew that. She was good at holding in her emotions for the most part, anger usually being the only exception. But right now? She was like a small child, sort of bouncing in her seat, waiting to see exactly what this was all about. Granted, she knew the general gist of why Neely brought her.... wherever here was, but still... she'd even dressed to the nines for this, wearing an outfit she wouldn't normally wear, but that she knew Neely would love: a black miniskirt with a purple midriff-bearing camisole, black stockings, and... gasp... black leather high-heeled boots. Yes. Rachelle was wearing HEELS. Call the Guinness Book people. "I am so friggin' excited about this, Neels... where the fuck are we going???"
"I'll never tellll," Neely sing-songed. Was it weird that she took enjoyment out of this? ... Nah. It was a good surprise, after all. "I think you’ll like it, maybe. I hope," she joked, again giving Rachelle a once-over. It was hardly fair that she looked good enough to eat (ahem). Although, Neely did go beyond her usual pants-and-shirt attire and was basically in a catholic school girl's uniform. Yep, all she needed was a tootsie pop and a girly laugh and pigtails, and the look was complete.
"Fine, fine. Bitch." She snarked back, crossing her arms over her tummy as she looked out the window. "Any chance we can catch a Leafs game while we're here?"
"Mm," Neely pretended to consider this, rolling her eyes thoughtfully, "I guess. But! Only if you’re a good girl." Oh, there was that wicked grin of hers. It had to make an appearance sometime.
"Dude, don't joke! I've never been to Toronto. Always wanted to see the Leafs play on home ice." Ok, so was her mind always on romance. Nah. But it was still endearing in her own little way. "So... seriously. Are we almost to wherever the hell we're going?" She started laughing, "These heels suck ASS and they ain't comfy in a car!"
Fortunately Neely was two steps ahead there. What? You didn't get engaged to someone without knowing what they liked. "Not far. You’ll have to close your eyes in abouuuuut five minutes. And the heels look good. Knew you had it in you," she teased.
"Yeah yeah... don’t go getting used to it or anything..." Chelle snorted a little rolling her eyes before closing them. "I’m almost afraid of what’s gonna be waiting when I open them. Like... a big den of wolves or something. 'Welcome to the family, bitch!', that kinda thing..."
Neely laughed and shook her head, "no. That'll be the wedding day. I wouldn't be surprised if Uncle Dave just picks you up and gives you a big ole' bear hug. Ben seems to like you too, so..." She realised she was rambling and stopped, looking out the window with a grin on her face as the car started making the drive down a very long, gravelly road. "Nooooo opening them," Neely sing-songed. Finally, the car came to a stop, outside a very large castle/B&B practically in the middle of nowhere. "Okay. Open."
Dammit... Neely could ask Chelle to jump off a damn bridge and she likely would, as long as she asked in that adorable singy voice she did. When she finally opened her eyes, the redhead felt her eyes go WIDE, and she opened the door, stepping out of the car and looking at one of the classiest, most beautiful things she'd ever seen. So of course her reaction had to be fitting.
"Holy fuck. That's goddamn GORGEOUS!"
Neely laughed and followed Rachelle out of the car, collecting their bags with ease (much to the surprise of the driver, whom she paid and let go on his way), "so... that's an emphatic thumbs up, then? I did good?"
"Dude? This place is CRAZY awesome. Are we actually staying here for the weekend? Can't say I ever had sex in a castle before..." Jesus... that was REALLY her first thought. Think Neely's rubbing off on her a little?
"Well, maybe not the whole weekend, but a good chunk of it," Neely grinned smugly. Oh yes, she had all kinds of things planned. Firstly? Finding their room. ... For sleeping. She led Rachelle inside and spoke to the concierge, kind of in awe of the place herself.
"Now... Keep in mind that I am in no way complaining here. I love this. But... why are we here?" Chelle asked with a raised eyebrow, still sort of in quiet awe.
Neely raised that slender eyebrow of hers and chuckled, "Have you ever heard of a thing called romance? It’s a grandiose romantic gesture. So just go with it, woman."
"I've heard of it, yeah. But the most romantic thing I've ever really done was a candlelight dinner on Super Bowl Sunday. Fuckin' work with me here." Chelle snickered and shook her head.
Neely gave Rachelle a good shoulder bump as they ascended to their room. For someone who was once so anti-monogamy, she sure knew a lot about big romantic gestures. Blame John Hughes. "Wellll, the idea is that it’s you and me, alone, for an entire weekend. Away from my family, and your friends. Where we can just be... together. What better place than a castle in Toronto," she grinned.
"I gotta give you credit, babe. This is awesome. Never would have thought you had this kinda gesture in you, ya know?" Because really... Neither girl was typically girly and sweet.
"Just don't go tellin’ people. Wouldn't want to sully my reputation." Oh, she was in a giddy mood that much was clear. Finally in their room, she set their bags down beside the door and flipped on the light switch… To say the room was large was like saying the Louvre was beautiful. You wouldn't actually believe it until you saw it for yourself.
"Oh my god..." The redhead muttered with sheer awe as she looked around the vast place. This was easily the most impressive thing she'd ever seen. And that's coming from a gal who'd done sleepovers at the Van Warren estate. Of course, something this beautiful deserved to have something equally as beautiful said in response:
"Dude. I am totally gonna do you in EVERY INCH of this fuckin' place."
"Mm, that’s funny. I thought exactly the same thing. I think I am corrupting you," Neely teased, grinning mischievously. She wrapped her arms around Rachelle's neck and got up on her tippy toes (since... Hello? Heels) to kiss Rachelle.
The redhead kissed her back, sweetly resting her forehead against Neely's afterward.
"Thank you, Neely. For believing in us. For giving us a chance."
Neely kept her eyes closed and focused on Rachelle, sounds and scents. God, she could just breathe her in for forever. ... And that's exactly what she planned to do. "Thank you... for loving me," she murmured. She smiled faintly, and knowing Rachelle wasn't all that comfortable in heels, pushed her down in a luxurious chair and sweetly helped her pull them off. Awr.
"Aw. Who would ever expect you to be such a cuddlebug?" Chelle gave about the cutest, lopsided smirk ever, eyes full of adoration. "Well... Ya made it painful to do a few times, ya dipshit..." She joked, laughing softly. "But its always been easy to do. Always."
"Tell no one," Neely repeated, smirking slightly as she pulled off heel #1, running her hands almost reverently down Rachelle’s leg. "I’m in it for the whole nine yards now, babe."
Rachelle looked at that little mood ring she was wearing (actually, she hadn't taken it off even ONCE yet, green on her finger be damned), and just grinnnnnnnned. "You better be, sexy. Cuz I'm so over the fuckin' moon for you now..."
And theeeere went heel #2. Neely leaned back on her haunches, before realising what was wrong with this picture. She traced her fingers up Rachelle's legs and tugged at her stockings. And here came something no one ever expected to come from Neely’s mouth: "How do you feel about no sex the week before the wedding?” Yes, that’s right. no sex and wedding in the same sentence. It had to be one of the signs of the apocalypse.
"Wow. Um... We could try. I mean... I might have to make us miss half the reception if we do..." She laughed, looking at the mood ring again with an embarrassingly swoony smile.
"I just think it’d be hot. I mean," she rolled her eyes, "more so than usual. There'll be anticipation, and, um, lots of hot naked sex," Neely laughed and tugged at Rachelle's ring finger, "and proper rings on this finger."
"Speaking of proper rings..." She said with a little grin. "You know I'm gonna be all excited for this 'real' proposal you promised me..."
Neely chuckled, "well, that’s what tomorrow night’s for. You, me and a hot tub of love. Wellll... you, me and something incredibly romantic, anyway. I’m not spoiling the surprise, so don’t ask." She poked her tongue out.
"Ohhh man. I can't wait..." She almost bounced in her seat. "Then I can tell everyone. I, um.... already kinda told Skylar."
"Mm, I’m expecting a stern talking to when we get back, if not from her then definitely Mere or Chloe. 'Don’t break her heart, treat her like a Queen'," the blonde made a point to look around the room, and grinned.
"Once they find out? Yeah, probably. Skylar was really supportive. But Chloe? Yyyyyyeah. She's gonna probably threaten you. Especially now." Yeah, now that Rachelle was the closest thing to a sister Chloe had left...
"So. Prooooobably not a good idea to hit on her then?" She wrinkled her nose cutely. Not that she would do it! Or... "Actually, yeah. I should take my own advice. Wouldn't want her to deck me."
"Please... Everyone knows I'M the one who hits people." She said simply, shrugging. "Hell, if Chloe wasn't practically family I'D go after that."
Neely laughed and crawled into Rachelle's lap. Cuddlebug? Nah. She grinned mischievously and smooched the redhead’s cheek. "God, you must have the restraint of a saint," she teased.
"You have no idea. I've been POOLSIDE with her, Neely. We're talking wet, mostly naked Chloe. Take that image to bed with ya tonight and try to sleep." Rachelle smirked there, bursting into giggles.
Neely chuckled and shook her head, "Kiiiinda had something else in mind to keep me up all night." What? It was statistically impossible that one of them wasn’t thinking about sex at that moment.
"You know?" Chelle snorted, biting her bottom lip. "I like how you think."