Isabella Margaret Delallo (bad_ass_babe) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-06-23 00:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | isabella delallo, place: la, rebecca stone |
Sharing a Secret
Who: Isabella and Rebecca
Where: Isabella's apartment
When: Thursday, June 17th
Isabella had the apartment to herself for the night and… believe it or not, she missed the company of her young charge, Bethany. … An apartment alone after so many months of living with someone? Was kind of depressing (and okay, she kinda missed the little Slayer too, but shh, like she’d ever show favouritism). So... what was one to do when they were home alone? Ooooh, now there was a devilish thought. Smiling faintly, the Watcher picked up the handset and dialled Becca's number before flopping down on the couch. Since Bethany wasn’t home, she was just dressed in jeans and a tank top and… not much else. Hm, think it was cold in the apartment? She crossed one leg over the other as she waited for the strawberry blonde to (hopefully!) answer.
Since Sin was out training with Delilah (and really , Rebecca felt BAD for the poor woman, as she knew her Cynthia was possibly the clumsiest girl alive), Rebecca had more or less decided on a quiet night of reading. By now, she knew that Isabella's schedule made it hard to really PLAN anything, but she was ok with that, just knowing that at least the two of them were finally on the same page. But when the phone rang? The strawberry-blonde actually let out an audible 'squee' when she saw the caller ID, and picked up immediately.
"Yeeees, Drill Sergeant?" She giggled, having fun at the expense of Isa's rep.
Isabella chuckled and rolled her eyes. She hated being called ‘Drill Sergeant’, but hearing Rebecca say it in that adorable way of hers? Made her reconsider that hatred. Every time. "Hi. Just thought I’d call to see how you were," she replied. Uh huh. Did she sound innocent enough there for ya?
"Oh, I'm alright. A bit lonely, to be truthful, buuuut..." She gave an impish grin as she sat back with the phone. "Maybe you've called with an idea to help me with that?"
"Oh, I might have an idea or two," Isabella replied with a grin. After months of pouting over Meeghan, of dealing with a future child that she'd never really have, it looked like Isabella was finally in a good place mentally. A happy place. And Rebecca was a big part of that. "Shall I come there?"
"Maybe I could come to your place instead? I'm sure Cynthia would be ecstatic if I gave her and Tierce some privacy later..."
Normally? She might not be so keen on leaving her daughter alone with a boy. But for some reason? She REALLY liked Tierce. Even if he did have way too many piercings and tattoos for her liking.
"That works," Isabella replied, honestly surprised since… a part of her thought that Sin would likely burn the house down if unsupervised. "See you soon?"
Like she needed any other answer, really. With 25 minutes, Rebecca was dressed, in the car, then at Isabella's front door, black dresspants, matching heels, and a sleeveless, white buttondown top her ensemble for the evening. Her long hair was tied in a loose bun, and she looked... both excited and nervous. As usual.
Unfortunately, Isabella was too busy with last minute tidying to bother to change... so, she was still barefoot and bra-less when she answered the door, immediately smiling at the sight of the other woman. "Hello there."
"Missed you, Iz." She said with a happy giggle as she leaned into the doorway, placing a sweet little kiss on the other woman's lips. "So how are things in the wonderful world of the supernatural?"
"Interesting, as always," Isabella replied with a sigh, thinking of poor Kayla. You hurt a Slayer? It was like hurting someone in the mafia. Seriously. She led the blonde inside, shutting the door behind them. "What about your world?"
"More stressful than anything. Worrying that something will happen to Cynthia, or to you..." She said with total honesty.
Isabella smiled and gave Rebecca another little kiss, before leading her inside and shutting the door behind them. "You've got nothing to worry about. I hardly go out anymore and… well, Cynthia's lack of grace maybe prove to be her saving grace, one day."
"Yes... My Cynthia is... a little clumsy." Ya think, Rebecca? "She tumbled over this morning while walking from the living room to the kitchen."
"See? Nothing to worry about," Isabella replied with a faint smirk. Think she had a little ammunition to use again Cynthia one day? "Would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, please." She smiled with that sweet mix of cute and sultry that she seemed to have almost mastered. "What do you have?" And was she almost blatantly staring at Isa like a fat kid would stare at a cake? Ohhhh yes.
"...I have no idea," Isabella admitted with a brief laugh. She blinked a little at the staring and then chuckled, "let's find out?" She suggested, before plodding the short distance to the kitchen.
Sweetly reaching out to take the other woman's hand. Rebecca grinned adorably and quietly followed her, honestly just feeling happy and safe being here with Isabella.
Isabella searched through the fridge and then raised an eyebrow at the blonde cheekily, "Alcoholic, or non-alcoholic?"
"Alcoholic, I think." She replied with a slightly embarrassed laugh. "It's been a long week. I think I could use a bit of unwinding."
"Ah. A woman after my own heart," Isabella murmured, before pulling two beers out and handing one to Rebecca.
"I... have something I've been wanting to confide in you about, Isabella." Rebecca took a slow, scared breath, cutely waving a hand in front of her own face to calm herself down. "The reason I was so quick to accept what Cynthia is, what you are... all of it."
"Alright." Isabella frowned faintly and took Rebecca’s hand, leading her to the couch in the living room. She felt she needed to sit down for this, so… down she sat, crossing one leg under her thigh. "What would you like to tell me?"
"There's... a reason I was so easily accepting of what Cynthia is. What she does."
Rebecca took a deeeeeep breath and exhaled.
"Years ago, I was a potential slayer. I had a watcher that kept an eye on me just in case I was 'called', gave me some basic training... but nothing ever came of it. By the time you all did that spell, I was far too old to be 'activated'. But due to the fact that I was even a 'potential', it didn't shock me that Cynthia had it too."
Isabella's eyebrows went up slowly and once Rebecca stopped talking, she took a swig of her beer. "I had no idea," she murmured, "I'd say it's amazing that you were a potential but... I think you're amazing now, so that might be a bit redundant." … That was possibly the sweetest thing that Isabella had ever said to anyone, and she said it with such sincerity that it was hard to doubt her.
"Cynthia's very lucky to have a mother who understands more than most what she's going through."
And believe you me... Rebecca took it as exactly that, blushing furiously and sweetly shuffling her feet a little. "I never told anyone that before... I just felt you had a right to know..." That was a true sign of how much she trusted and adored Isabella, that she would share something she'd kept hidden for so many years.
"Thank you," Isabella replied, smiling faintly. She thought it rather brave of Rebecca to tell her that, especially since she, the Drill Sergeant, hadn't told her much of anything. Call her a private person, or just… incredibly reserved emotionally. She sighed at the thought before setting her drink down and leaning over to give Rebecca a sweet kiss on the lips.
"Isabella..." Face it, Rebecca had a VERY cautious way with words. She was very reserved with how she worded things. So this? Was practically throwing herself at the other woman. "Do you think it would be alright... if I stayed here with you tonight?"
Isabella blinked, but soon smiled. It started out as one of her usual small smiles that could come across as sad but it soon spread, lighting up her face. "Of course," she replied. "In fact, I insist that you do," she added with a decisive nod.
"Then it's settled." The strawberry-blonde said with a pleased grin. She couldn't help it: a chance to 'clear the cobwebs' without having to hear Sin make jokes about doing the 'walk of shame' later tonight? SCORE.