Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-24 10:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, place: toronto, rachelle martin-bale |
The Proposal, Take Two
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: Toronto (still), bitches!
When: Sunday, February 21st
Neely... was starting to like the whole 'keeping secrets in order to surprise Rachelle' thing. She thought she was making a really good go of it, so far. Instead of her usual jeans and shirt attire, she was wearing flared grey dress pants, with a white dress shirt open at the cleavage, and a grey vest. Her hair was loose and curled softly over her shoulders and she couldn't stop that grin from spreading on her face when she turned and looked at Rachelle. God, she was gorgeous. She'd hired out a limousine for the evening, and they were now in it, heading for destinations unknown (well, unknown for Rachelle, anyway...).
For her part, Rachelle had gone all-out, outfit-wise, tonight. She wore a loose vinyl black miniskirt, with black knee-high leather boots (the same ones she'd worn the other day), and a blue silk blouse that was strategically unbuttoned over her cleavage. Was it semi-trampy? Yep. But hey. She knew what would drive Neely nuts. "So... I'm thinking so far? This trip has been about the most awesome weekend of my life."
"It's not over yet." Neely, for the life of her, couldn't take her eyes off of Rachelle. She took Rachelle's hand and gave it a squeeze, before abruptly asking: "You... don't get motion sickness, do you?"
"I guess that's all relative." She answered, arching a brow. "Would being on a boat or something make me hurl? No... would like... fucking on a ferris wheel or something make me hurl? More than likely, yes."
"Hmm, well, I'm glad I didn't try that," Neely replied, wrinkling her nose cutely as she remembered a certain someone's birthday. "What I had in mind..." she leaned over Rachelle and wound down the window, before nodding in the direction of the CN Tower. "...Was a little high and slowly rotating."
"Oh damn." She whistled loudly as she looked out the window at the approaching tower. "You... really think of everything, don't ya?" The redhead asked, sounding sincerely impressed. "You're really getting the hang of the whole thing..."
Neely actually blushed at the compliment, "I just think you deserve the best." The car eventually came to a stop, and they stepped out, heading up in the elevator. "Uhhhm, I wanna show you something before we sit down."
"Alright..." Chelle said with a very Neely-like arch of an eyebrow. "Show away. I'm sort of a combo of excited and afraid here, so.... yeah." She winced a little at the clack-clack of her heels, already visualizing herself never ever wearing them AGAIN.
"Oh yes, because I'm going to show you something awful." Neely slipped her hand under Rachelle's blouse and rubbed her hand across the small of her back. Once they were up in the restaurant area, she pointed to a building... not all that far away. "Do you know what that is?"
"Oh, holy shit!" The redhead squealed as she pointed excited at the arena in question. "Dude! That's the Air Canada Centre! That's where the Leafs play!"
"You dooooon't say." Okay, this was bordering on cruel. She couldn't hold it in any longer. "And if I happened to say... we're staying an extra day to see them play?"
"I... would probably respond that tomorrow night the Leafs won't be the only ones scoring." Rachelle shot right back, an excited look on her face. "Baby? You really went out of your way to do ALL this for me? What did I do to deserve all this?"
Neely tangled her fingers in Rachelle's and gave her that lopsided grin she was well known for, "I just think you deserve… well, this. A perfect weekend. A perfect life." She kissed Rachelle's hand sweetly, and finally led her to their reserved table (with the help of the staff, of course). She held out a seat for the redhead, "We could always make it an annual thing. You, me and the Leafs."
"I think that sounds really... perfect. Like you." Chelle said in answer as she sat down, nearly overwhelmed by all this. Somehow, the spectacle of all this was starting to finally hammer home the reason they were here.
Neely kissed Rachelle's cheek sweetly, before sitting down opposite her. "Naw. I'm not perfect," she smirked. They ordered their meals and Neely leaned back in her chair... Christ, if Rachelle didn’t just knock her out every time she looked at her. She laughed abruptly, remember when they first met. "Who knew meeting in the Sugar Shack would result in this, huh?"
"Well, admittedly..." The bassist snorted, rolling her eyes. "Not many lasting relationships come of blurting the words "I'd really like to fuck you" the first time you meet someone. Seriously, Neels, CLASS. Kudos to you." Hey. Even when being sweet and romantic, Chelle had her cheeky side. "Although I have to admit... by the time we finished talking that day... I was hooked already."
"Well, I was just being honest," Neely laughed, poking her tongue out at the redhead. "The look on your face was priceless, too." She grinned. That image? Was locked in the vault forever. "...And reeeeeally?" There that eyebrow went again. Damn, if Rachelle didn't spark that curiosity in her.
"Like I told Skylar, and in almost the same words: I fell in love with you the first time we hung out, ya dipshit." She smirked, shaking her head. She really WAS addicted to the wolf now.
"See? It really was my lack of tact that drew you to me. Admit it," she waggled her eyebrows. Come on, like they couldn’t poke fun of themselves now? Neely sighed contently. "I guess... it really hit me after Ben was hurt. You were the first person I wanted to call. ... Okay, so, say it. I was a little slow on the uptake."
"Naw. You were scared. That's all." She took Neely's hand, kissing it sweetly. "And if it matters? I really like Ben. And everyone in your family I've met. Which granted, is like three people."
Neely laughed and gave Rachelle’s hand a squeeze, "I could give you a rundown, if you want. Admittedly, it’s a long list, so there’s a chance I might forget someone." Funny thing? She wasn't kidding. "At least when it comes to the wedding day, you'll have an idea who's who."
"Heh. Wedding. Still seems so hard to believe." She said with a little squeeze of Neely's hand. "You know. That I could end up with someone as beautiful as you. Ya fuckin' spaz."
"Mm, a spaz and a geek. A marriage made in heaven, huh?" Neely smirked. Their dinner finally arrived, and she took a bite of her steak thoughtfully. "...Have you told your family? It just occurred to me that it's tradition to ask permission." Neely? Ask permission? My God, what was the world coming to?
"Babe? My dad would just say 'fuckin TAKE her!'. So no harm there." She snickered and shook her head in response to the other question. "I told Skylar. That's it. Everyone else can wait till, you know, you ask me officially."
Oh, what a mean fucking bitch she was. Nelly actually pretended to consider that. "I guess you’ll be making a lot of phone calls tonight, huh?"
"I guess that depends on whether you got the guts to quit yappin' and do it already!" Chelle replied with a loud giggle.
"I was gonna wait until desert got here... but I guess nothing’s gonna be as sweet as you, huh?" Neely laughed, leaning across the table to kiss Rachelle. It was amazing how nervous she was, even though she already got the answer once. She took a breath and rounded the table to kneel beside Rachelle, looking up into her eyes lovingly. "I know... that I can make things difficult, sometimes. That, while extremely attractive, I can be immature... but... I knew my life had irrevocably changed when we started dating..." Okay, big breath...
Was it wrong that Rachelle took some pleasure in watching Neely this nervous? "Aw, baby. Relax. It's not like I've changed my mind or something."
Neely bit her lip, "No, I didn't think you had. I just..." she set her hands in Rachelle's lap, "You? Are an amazing woman. Smart, talented, sexy... and I'd really like to fuck you for the rest of my life." Did you really expect anything less from Neely? She reached a hand in her pocket and pulled out a small, but beautiful ring. "Rachelle Martin, would you... will you marry me?"
The part of Rachelle that was just a snarky bitch wanted to fuck with her and blurt out '...no', but she smirked and held it back. That might have been the most awkwardly hilarious marriage proposal in recent history, but to Rachelle? It was pretty much perfect. "Yes, I'll marry you. Rachelle Martin-Bale has too awesome a ring to it not to. Because no WAY am I not taking your name."
The blonde werewolf narrowed her eyes cutely, suspecting some horribly devious thought on Rachelle's part, but when she said yes? Boy, did Neely's eyes light up. She slipped the mood ring off of Rachelle's finger, and replaced it with the 'proper' ring. "You want my name? I'd be honoured," she grinned.
"You know..." Rachelle smirked and took a long, appreciative, awed look at her new ring. "In the last few weeks, I've found out my fiancée is a werewolf, my lead singer is a vampire slayer, my lead guitarist is a vampire, and my drummer is an apparently shitty witch. And yet? This is still the most surreal thing that's happened to me in my life."
Neely smirked lopsidedly and stood up, before leaning in to give Rachelle a long and tender kiss. "I’m choosing to take that as a compliment," she joked.
"Well it sure as hell wasn't an insult, retard." She said with a chuckle as she returned the kiss. "My retard though. Nobody else's."
"Damn straight." The blonde nodded… before a way serious grin spread on her face. "Do we... want desert?" Oh yes, it wasn't difficult to see where her mind went.
"Babe? Only thing I'm wantin' to eat right now ain’t exactly on the menu here." Jesus. Someone get the hose already?