Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-07 09:44:00 |
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Something To Celebrate!
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: Their apartment above Avarice
When: Wednesday, March 3rd (Yes, backdated. I'm made of awesome, people)
It seemed like Neely was just full of surprises now, didn't it? She was at home, having finished work early and was currently sitting by a piano that she'd arranged to be moved from her storage locker. She hadn't played in close to a year and had been... kind of missing it. She'd stripped as she made her way into the apartment, so there was a trail of clothing to said piano. Socks, shirt... tie. She was only in her bra and a pair of jeans as she played. Sweetly, she picked one of Rachelle's songs to play.
Now, when Rachelle came home from the... business transaction she'd been finishing, she wasn't sure what she found more distracting: the piano in the apartment, the half-naked sexpot at said piano, or the fact that said sexpot could really PLAY. She stood there in her blue cutoffs, her new Bruins jersey (which she'd been DYING for the other girl to see), and a backwards Cubs cap, just watching for a moment or two. "Damn. My stuff never sounded better."
"Awr," Neely murmured, a slow grin spreading on her face as she stopped playing and swivelled in her seat to face the redhead. She made grabby hand gestures, "here please."
Chelle slowwwwly made her way toward the blonde, stoping to turn around halfway so she could see the back of the jersey, with "NEELY" across the top. Ok, so to her? It was cute. "Miss me, baby?"
Neely let out a cute little possessive growl/whimper and nodded slowly, "Very much. Had to keep my hands busy somehow," she added with a lopsided smirk. Although... to be fair, she wasn't entirely devious. She actually enjoyed playing the piano.
"Welllll..." She said with a dramatic pause, "I had some business I had to take care of. Nothing major... just, you know..." She gave a nervous but happy grin. "Selling my apartment."
"Are you serious?" Neely's blue eyes lit up and she grinned, "ohmygod. I think this is something we should celebrate! Do we have champagne? Wait. There's a club downstairs. I can get some!" And she actually made the dash to get some... still very half naked.
"Neely!" Chelle called out, laughing, "nobody sees those but me!" She snorted though, shaking her head. What a free spirit Neely was. GOD was she in love.
Neely came back in all of two minutes later with a bottle of champagne in one hand and two glasses in the other… and a crisp $20 bill in the strap of her bra. "Patience is a fucking smart ass," was her explanation for that, "so! Wanna do the honours?" She grinned and waggled the bottle in front of the redhead.
"Yeah well... I guess she HAS to be to hang with that fuckin' drama queen Morrison." Meow! Well, between being firmly Team James AND having heard about a certain recent fling of Gwen's... Rachelle REALLY didn't like the girl. "Anyway, gimme that thang."
"Wow, someone's showing their colours," Neely smirked and handed over the bottle. She didn't particularly care about Gwen, Patience and Skylar, though... so, whatever. She shrugged and then grinned: "So does this mean you're paying for the honeymoon?"
"Hah! It means I'm contributing, anyway. It also means mama's gettin' some new equipment for her first tour!" She cracked up, popping the cork on the bottle without so much as a little effort. Hey... She had some talents, ok? "So this officially means if you ever do anything stupid again, I get to join the ranks of America's homeless. To us!" What a fucking toast, huh?
Neely held out the glasses for 'Chelle to pour the champagne and laughed, giving the redhead one so they could clink it in a proper toast. "It also means that you would get haaaaalf of all my fortune. More reason for me not to fuck up!" Oh God, only these two... "Actually, that reminds me. I was talking to Chloe the other day," she sipped her drink, "and got to wondering. Should we get married before or after you tour? Because frankly? I'm a little stressed. I don't want people thinkin' they can touch you when you go buuuut, I'm not sure we can plan a wedding fast enough, either," she pouted. "You're not allowed to have groupies!"
"Honey? I don't WANT groupies. Unless I'm sharing them with you and they're just nameless bitches we never hear from again." Aw. And who said romance was dead? "We're gonna get married as soon as we can get a nice wedding together. No sooner, no later. Besides, I'd love you to come with me when I go on tour. Less for BOTH of us to worry about that way." Hey, they both knew that worry was there, why not address it?
Neely soothed visibly at that and nuzzled Rachelle, "I hate it when you use logic against me. ...But me coming sounds like a good idea. It'd be a nice break from all this hard work I've been doing," she teased, poking her tongue out. Although, to be fair, apart from today, she had been working hard, setting up interviews and photo shoots and what not. She blinked, "Why is it that you're so calm about all this?"
Oh, how bad did Chelle want to make a joke about how coming was ALWAYS a good idea? Still: serious!time here. "Calm? Baby... I'm a ball of nerves right now. What's keeping me together is just focusing on the big picture: the fact that I finally found The One, you know? And that now I'm gonna marry her, too." And almost without missing a beat, "and I'm sorry Chloe threatened your life. If it helps? From what Mere tells me, dumbass is more likely to hex HERSELF than you."
Neely likely would have made the same joke if she'd realised how awkwardly she phrased that, but instead she nuzzled Rachelle and just breathed her in. "Big picture, got it," she murmured, before smirking and adding: "I know she meant well by it. Even if it was the cutest threat you could ever possibly imagine. I don't doubt for a second that she wouldn't do it, either. Because she loves you that much." She lifted 'Chelle's jaw with her nose and then kissed her lips sweetly. "Plus, once that was out of the way, we kinda bonded, which was cool."
"I'm glad you guys got along. I kinda figured you would." For once, Chelle was without a sarcastic comment. "The two of you really have a LOT in common. And I started trying to get to know your family more... I kinda introduced myself formally to Baily. Will you be totally wigged out if I say your cousin is SMOKING hot? Cuz if so? I won't say it." She grinned playfully, just loving the Neely!Nuzzles.
"Smart ass," Neely rolled her eyes and decided that nuzzles would be best if they were lying down, and so, she set the drinks aside and led the redhead over to the couch, tugging Rachelle's hand to lie down with her. It seemed Neely was in an eeeeextra cuddly mood this evening. "And you're not allowed to say that my extended family is hot. That's just... ew."
"Aw, lookit... I got me a cuddlebug today, it seems." Not that she was complaining, of course. "Neels?" She asked, nibbling her lip sweetly. "Back when you proposed... I told ya that if you felt the need... you could back out. You, um.... still wanna marry me, for sure? You seem so scared..."
"Of course I do, ya doofus," Ah, a term of endearment, clearly. "I'm just a little stressed because I'd rather marry you sooner than later, and planning a wedding does not an easy thing make." She blinked then... did that sentence make sense? Neely clung a little tighter to her then.
Rachelle listened to that last sentence and snickered. "You sound like Yoda. 'Mmhm! Easy, weddings are not!'..." She said in her best (not very good) impression. "Oh. And I planned an interview with Shred magazine. And yer coming with me. Because it has the potential to be the most made-of-awesome interview in history."
Neely snickered and rolled her eyes, trust Rachelle to relate that sentence to Star Wars in some way. The big geek. She pressed her chin to the redhead's breast and raised that slender eyebrow of hers, "Well, clearly. It is you after all." Ah, it was hard to tell if she was joking or being completely honest there. They rubbed off on each other well.
"You have no idea. I had them agree to interview me at a huge Comicon back in San Diego." Oh, yes. That mischievous grin returned. "Which I shall be attending dressed in the sexiest version of Boba Fett armor you have EVER seen."
"...Are you trying to kill me with pure joy?” Neely asked, since the geek side of Rachelle? She found uber-hot. She traced the pads of her fingers across Rachelle's hand, "...When is Comicon?" What? She wasn’t a nerd, get over it!
"Next weekend. So clear yer schedule. You'll be spending the weekend with me, tons of geeky merchandise, and roughly 300+ Stormtroopers." Oh, and if she thought this was bad? Wait till Rachelle brought up the plans to take her to a Steelers game.
"Well, if anything, I'm sure it'll be an interesting weekend," Neely chuckled, before raising that eyebrow again. "Maybe I should take a certain outfit - just for you."
"Are you outta yer fuckin' mind? I'd have to spend the entire weekend fighting 400 pound virgins off of you." Chelle scoffed a little there, absently trailing her fingers lovingly about Neely's spine. "Unless its just for us. Then it's totally cool."
"Of course it's just for us," Neely laughed as she rubbed a hand across Rachelle's stomach, "I’m not a complete idiot." She narrowed her eyes cutely then, almost certain that Rachelle'd have something cute/cruel to say. "I'm taking photos, by the way."
So imagine Neely's surprise when Rachelle actually had... a SWEET reply there. "You're not an idiot... But you ARE complete. With me, anyway. We're sorta the missing pieces to each other's puzzles, ya know?"
"Well now, I just thought you were hot," Neely teased weakly. She sighed contently and sucked her lip between her teeth thoughtfully, feeling stupid, she asked: "elaborate?"
"I never felt like a real, attractive GIRL before you, Neels... You made me feel everything I ever wanted to feel..." Dammit... She felt the tears coming and tried to shake 'em off. "I know I don't always tell you exactly what I'm feeling, but I love you. So deeply and completely..."
"Heeey, there’s no need for that," Neely murmured, sweetly wiping her thumb below Rachelle's eyes to capture any tears. Of course, in saying that, she was getting a little teary-eyed herself, but shh.
"Heh. 'Always, remember?'..." Chelle grinned a little there. "God, that was so romantic..."
"Yeah, who knew I had it in me, huh?" Neely murmured, smiling faintly. "I just..." she nuzzled into 'Chelle a little, "I think I lost myself in you. Not to sound corny or anything... but all the things that I was worried about before pale in comparison to what we have now."
"Damn right. You're MINE now." Chelle grinned then, hugging her tightly, possessively. "I think I've proven I ain't afraid to knock a bitch on her ass to defend what we have."
"...And I will happily maul someone... if the situation presents itself." No one had ever seen Neely truly, completely angry before. That was not something one wanted to see. Ever. "...Is it wrong that I just wanna lock that door and keep the rest of the world out forever? ‘Cause this...? This right here is my idea of heaven."