Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-07 10:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
"Sleep!Neels is boring"
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: The apartment above Avarice
When: Friday, March 5th
Neely was… in a word? Exhausted. She passed out on the couch as soon as she got home from work, her pants were unbuttoned and her dress shirt and tie were askew. She was on her side, facing the back of the couch, snoring lightly and making the occasional animal noise. What with all the work she'd been doing and all the sex she'd been having... it really left little time for actual sleep, which it seemed her body was making up for now.
Rachelle was just coming in from a recording session, and to quote Neely's mun? She was wearing her grumpy!pants. Grumbling about how life wasn't fair, she'd just recorded a bass section that Lucy had helped her come up with, which obviously left her in NOT a great mood. She smoothed her hands down her tight black jeans, and then just GRINNED when she saw Neely. Ok, bad mood or not, that? Was the cutest thing ever. Padding over to the blonde, Chelle kicked her boots off and just snuggled up beside her, taking in her sweet scent.
The blonde rumbled contently, squirming as she recognised the other body in her dream world. Her breathing changed after a moment and she murmured groggily, eyes still closed, "Hey baby. ... How was your day?"
"Shitty." Yep, nuff said there. "Looks like somebody was busy today. Poor thing..." She smirked and kissed the wolf softly on the forehead. "Can't say I've heard you snore before. You could give my dad a run for the money, babe."
"Mm, tired," Neely said as explanation for the snoring. She smiled lightly at the kiss and instinctively reached for Rachelle hand, wrapping it around her tummy. "Why..." yawn, "...was it a shitty day?"
"Had to record somethin' Luce helped me write. Had me thinkin' about her all day." She took a slightly ragged sigh, shaking it off. "Anyway. What's got you so wiped out, love?"
Neely rubbed her hand across Rachelle's arm. If she'd been anywhere near a lucid state she might have said something intelligible, instead she said: "Proud... she is... I'm sure." Okay, so Yoda!Neely was back, but still, she was trying to put her point across. "Just work. ...Setting up interviews. Trying not to be angry with... people leaving the state... thing. Speaking of interviews..." She slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times, "How'd you go with Kayla?”
"DUDE." Oh, did Chelle give a little mischevious grin there. "I wish I'da met her a couple weeks earlier. Then I woulda had something to actually ASK for for my birthday." She started giggling there, with an actual snort thrown in. "Oh geez, Neels... Me and you would destroy her. Seriously. Oh yeah. And the interview went well too."
"Har har," Neely replied sarcastically, although she was smilingly lightly. She'd entertained ideas about the girl, but she'd never actually go through with them. Besides which... "I got the impression she had a girlfriend, anyway." She inhaled sharply and rolled over to face Rachelle, "... I'm guessing you threw in a few f-bombs."
"Please. That's like asking Oprah if she had a couple cookies. Or asking a Catholic priest if he touched a couple boys." She shrugged, lightly scraping her fingertips across the other girl's tummy. "In short: yeah, I mighta swore a couple time. Just a little bit."
Neely just grinned, expecting nothing less, and brushed her lips over Rachelle's. "There's my girl," she murmured. Okay... so she was tired and lacked conversational ability right now, whut? "I’m lookin’ forward to hearing it."
"Most of it was kind of a blur. I think I mighta threatened to beat her ass if she mentioned Lucy, but I can't really remember." Rachelle blinked a little, realizing that yes... it really HAD goen by so fast that she couldn't recall all of it. "So, why exactly are YOU so tired?"
"Mm, violence," Neely murmured, trailing her hand across Rachelle's side. "Seems to me that someone's been keeping me up an awful lot lately." The blonde teased.
"Yeah. Cuz sex with me is like all addictive, like hitting a crack pipe." Chelle said with a roll of her eyes. "Ya looney. I think she's gonna interview all the others too." Chelle laughed and grinned. "I'm seriously thinking Gideon's will be roughly ten seconds long, and Chloe's will be the most unintentionally funny shit EVER."
"Mhmm, crack," Neely murmured, nuzzling Rachelle. "I'm actually looking forward to what Gids does say," she laughed, "and I don't doubt for a second that Chloe would flirt up a storm."
"Am I the only one who'd pee herself laughing if Gideon ends up being so talkative that the interview takes like, six hours?" The redhead laughed, just picturing it. "Watch, ends up all this time, he knew the meaning of life and all that shit."
Neely giggled and shook her head, "I would not be surprised. ...How did the recording go, anyway?" The blonde murmured, placing a kiss to Rachelle's neck.
"The recording went REALLY well. At this rate it'll be ready to be mixed and polished off really soon." She gave a slighly sad grin there. "I think we're all trying to lose ourselves in it right now."
"Yeah, I can understand that, baby," Neely murmured, placing a kiss to Rachelle's nose.
"Sleep!Neels is boring. You need to wake up before I get the ice water." The redhead said threateningly.
"Ice water... Kinky," Neely chuckled. "Would you rather sexy!Neely? I can be sexy..." she murmured, before sucking against Rachelle's neck.
"You're always sexy, ya 'tard." Chelle started to laugh, before being thrown off by that little action. "You are the DEVIL."
"Why, I don't know what you mean..." the blonde let out a throaty chuckle, trailing little kisses along Rachelle's neck.