Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-06-24 10:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Welcome Home
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: LAGH, then their apartment
When: Tuesday, June 22nd
"Neely? I'm telling you right now. For everything I've gone through these last couple weeks? If you want me to sit around the apartment and do nothing while I finish healing, you better get us fuckin' DirecTV or something." Rachelle was pretty much... not shutting up. At all. As she finished (slowly) getting herself dressed to be discharged from the hospital, she was so antsy to get home that, well, she couldn't stop talking. "Because I wanna see as many Sox games as I WANT. Not just the ones ESPN deems worthy of nationwide broadcast."
Neely just laughed and rolled her eyes, although honestly? If Rachelle wanted it? Then Neely would get it for her. "Whatever you want, baby. I'll get it set up first thing tomorrow. Promise. Today is all about getting you from a. to b. Without having a freaking heart attack somewhere in between." Aw, think she was nervous getting Rachelle home? Just a little, thanks.
"Just take it slowly, and don't drive like... well... like you usually drive... and we'll be just fine." Oh, BURN. "I still can't believe your boyfriend totally burned himself out to help me. GOD he must totally want you."
"Jesus, woman. What did they give you here?" Neely replied with a laugh as she shouldered an overnight bag. "Seriously, I want some of that shit. I'll just stare at my hands for hours... "
"Oh, sure. Blame it on the meds. You KNOW he wants to bang you. Or do I have to point again to our beautiful daughters from the future to make my point?" Oh man... why did Rachelle enjoy teasing Neely so much about Ash? At least she knew that the girls were from a POSSIBLE future... that made it easier to joke about.
Neely narrowed her eyes at Rachelle before leaving the room to sign the discharge forms. "I am choosing to ignore that comment on the grounds that you're a mean bitch," Neely joked, shaking her head at the musician.
"Annnnnd you are only NOW realizing that? Jesus." She smirked and winked at Neely before laughing. "Besides. Wait till we get home and I make YOU do my 'landscaping' duties. Because I swear to god it's like the forest moon of Endor down there now. There's probably fuckin' EWOKS running around down there.”
"Myyy wife, ladies and gentlemen!" Neely replied, since that garnered more than a few looks from Rachelle as it was. Once the papers were signed, she led Rachelle outside to her little red convertible. "But... I can do that. Maybe afterwards we can have a bath together," she added with a cheeky little grin.
"Dude." Chelle actually WHIMPERED there. "You know what sucks? We can't get all wild for a while. Oh sure, we can have The Sex, but it's gotta be all gentle and shit for a while, so we don't re-open my wound. Fuck."
"We can do tame," Neely assured her. Once they were properly situated, she set the car in drive. "Oh, that reminds me. I'm getting a new car soon, too. Seriously. Blake has defiled everything I love. Defiled."
"Defi..." Chelle started to repeat before 'getting' what Neely meant... and SNORTING with laughter. "Jesus... her and Morrison are like... like... well, like US already? As long as she's serious about Blake, all I care about is that they're happy."
"But... it's my car!" Neely practically shrieked. "No amount of cleaning is ever going to get rid of that smell! I'll know it's there! I will murder them if I come home and find out that they've done it in our bed. I'm not kidding. Look at my eyes! Murder!"
"You are REALLY hot when you're fuming, babe. Seriously." Really, Rachelle was just ecstatic to be outside again, in the real world, and healing. Right now? It would take a lot more than a soiled car to upset her. "Dude. When I'm healed? I am SO gonna buy me and Blake tickets to see the Sox play the Yankees. Some serious Mother/Daughter swearing-at-Derek-Jeter bonding."
"Oh God," Neely muttered, but couldn't help it but laugh. "I overheard her telling Bastian that she planned to burn Yankee Stadium to the ground. Seriously. She said that she just needed a solid alibi." Clearly, Blake had grown up with Rachelle's epic hatred for the Yankees as well, huh?
"See... that's my GIRL right there. Bastian might seem like a little mixture of you and Robert Smith Jr, but Blake? She's totally my own private Mini-Me." And how much was Chelle loving that? TOTALLY.
Neely rolled her eyes, "I'm betting you got to her young. No other explanation for it," she teased, before pulling the car into a park in its normal spot and hopping out, hooking that overnight bag over one shoulder before rounding the car to open the door for Rachelle.
"Ok. Heeeeere we go. Taaaaakin' my time." She muttered to herself, wincing as she caaaarefully stepped out of the car, wincing as she stood again. Damn, she felt like her stomach muscles were going to hurt FOREVER.
"It's all good," Neely murmured as she hooked a hand gingerly around Rachelle's waist, oh-so-carefully taking her up to the apartment. "You'll get nursed 24/7 until you get better, baby. Promise."
"Good. And maybe we can get the girls to spend some time with us." Aw. Seems Chelle had a real hankering to get to know her future!daughters. "You know..." uh-oh. "If we can get them to stop soiling your belongings long enough..."
"God, don't get me started. At least Bastian has the decency to fuck somewhere else. Seriously. I caught her doing the walk of shame the other day. She looked absolutely mortified." She also smelled like... someone Neely knew, but she couldn't quite place who, which was maddening in itself.
"Jesus! Bitches don't waste no TIME!" Yeah, Chelle. Call your daughters bitches. MOTHER OF THE YEAR! "That's awesome. They are SO us."
"Clearly we raised them well," Neely replied with a lopsided smirk before finally leading them into the apartment. She set the overnight bag down beside the door and then led Rachelle inside. "Do y'wanna sit down?" She asked, since Rachelle's comfort was paramount.
"That's like asking Pee Wee Herman if he wants to watch a porno. OF COURSE." Chelle carefully walked in, slowwwwwly sitting her cute little ass down into the recliner in the living room. "Oh hey... think this one's still safe?"
Neely smirked lopsidedly, "it's all good. Do you want a drink or something?" Oh look. Neely was playing nurse-maid. All she needed was the cute little outfit. Hmm... maybe when Rachelle's feeling a little better, huh?
"I'd say yes to some coffee right now, actually..." She wanted some booze, really... but figured until she was healed? Yeah. Getting hammered probably wasn't a great idea. "Oh yeah. And nudity. I could use some Neely Nudity."
"Coffee I can do," Neely replied, plodding out of the room to make said coffee before yelling: "The nudity's gonna have to wait! Don't want to overexcite you now!" Was it any wonder where Bastian got her ego from?
"You are a mean, smug, spiteful bitch, Neely." Uh-oh. Cheeky!Chelle was obviously back. "I'm in a goddamn coma for weeks, barren as the Sahara, still healing, and I have a wildlife special growing between my legs... and I can't even see my wife naked? You SUCK."
"Hey!" Neely called back before walking back into the room a moment later with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. Just the way Rachelle liked it, too. "You can't fault me for not wanting you to hurt yourself right after you get out of hospital, woman." She sighed and set the mug down on the coffee table, before straddling Rachelle's lap carefully. "No nudity."
Aww... she actually PURRED when Neely straddled her. "Dammit... I missed this, babe. Seriously... there were a few times when I wondered if we'd ever get to even snuggle again, and it broke my heart."
Neely nodded slowly, "I know. Me too," she replied honestly, looking away briefly since... well, since she hadn't killed the guy responsible yet. That was something that worried her now. That he'd come back to finish the job.
"I realized something, too." Well. This was gonna be hard. But she needed to say it. Damn, she hated admitting when she was at fault. "I have some apologies to make. All the time... it got me thinking. My whole vendetta against Gwen, the thing that got me hurt to begin with... it's stupid. I can't just go around basing my opinions of people on how they get along with my friends. I mean, I was a total bitch to Patience that time, when she was being nice to us. Just because I knew she hated Skylar."
"Look at you," Neely replied with that maddening cheeky little smirk of hers, "all learning and shit." She gave Rachelle a sweet kiss on the lips, "If you want to make apologies, sure. You give me your list of people you wanna apologise to and I'll make a few calls," she teased.
"Part of me wants to tell you to shut the fuck up..." Chelle blushed there, (yes, BLUSHED) and looked away, "But sadly? That's kind of a good idea. Please tell Patience I'd really like to talk to her. Whether she wants to wait till I can come down there, or if she wants to come up and chill on her lunch break sometime... whatever works."
"Sure, I can do that," Neely replied before leaning forward gingerly to kiss 'Chelle on the lips. "Anything else, 'mistress'?" She added. Was it wrong to tease Rachelle right now? Probably. Neely just couldn't help herself, though.
Oh damn. That actually made her WHIMPER. "Yeah... I wanna thank all the people who were looking after me, too. Not sure who all there was, but Ash mentioned he had a few people practically doing shifts. It's kind of flattering."
"Yeah. Didn't want you to be alone," Neely purred. "I mentioned to Buffy that once you're better I'd throw a party. A 'welcome back' thing. Maybe we could add a 'thanks for not letting me be alone' theme in there as well?"
"Sure. And with any luck, by then we can also make it a "Congrats on Having Sex With Your Wife Again" party too. Not that I'm throwing hints your way or anything. I'm just looking forward to being able to do you so often that we traumatize the girls."
Neely laughed. She couldn't help it. "Apparently we were pretty active in the future. I think Blake's tried to repress it, which does go a long way to explain why she is the way she is," she added, shifting a little in Rachelle's lap. "They're not gonna be here forever, y'know."
"Is it wrong that while I totally get why, it still kinda makes me sad? I think having them here is kinda neat." Sure, easy for her to say... she hadn't had to LIVE with them yet.
"We can still visit them, or what have you. And it's not like they're leaving right this minute, okay?" Neely purred. "Even if they're messy little bitches." Neely added with a cute little grumble.
"Still... they're OUR messy little bitches. And seriously... Bastian? I'm JEALOUS of. No chick should be that gorgeous. Makes the rest of us look bad." Chelle sighed then, nuzzling Neely with her cheek. "....I love you, Neels. So... SO... much."
"I love you too, baby," Neely purred, before giving Rachelle a tender kiss on the lips. "Welcome home."