Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-11 20:55:00 |
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Current location: | Mere's Home |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | brayden bale, mere delany, place: la |
I Wanna Do Bad Things to You
Who: Mere and Brayden
Where: Mere's Home
When: Friday, June 9th, Afternoon
"When you came in, the air went out," Mere sang softly as she strummed along on her guitar. She was putting music along to some lyrics she had come up with recently. "And every shadow filled up with doubt." She was actually so lost in her music making that she didn't hear the knock on the door as she continued playing while sitting on the floor of her living room.
Yeah. So Brayden had been knocking for a few minutes. And getting a little frustrated. So finally? He yelled in through the door. "HEY! DELANY! How 'bout answering the door and giving a douchebag werewolf a chance to apologize?" He arranged the small bouquet of roses he held in his hands (thank you for that advice, Mac), dressed in dressy jeans, a white button-down shirt, and black tie. For once, Bray almost looked like, well... a gentleman.
"Fuck!" Mere shrieked with a jump. With a slight roll of her eyes, she set her guitar aside, got up, and walked over to the door. When she opened it and saw him, she arched an eyebrow. "Damn, you look good. What's the occasion?"
"Just... lemme come in talk before I lose my fuckin' nerve here, ok?" He stuck the roses out, looking sweetly embarrassed by it all. "For you."
She stepped aside to let him enter of his own free will, and not from an invite. Girl had learned her lesson, OK? "OK, speak," she said to him. "And thanks," she said, taking the flowers. Is it a little sad that she wasn't sure how long it had been since she had gotten flowers? Maybe.
"Alright. Look. Here's how it is." Shut up. He was TRYING, ok? "I can't open up around people. Ever. Except for Mac, for some reason. But I'm gonna make myself here. I hate Ash so fucking bad because I'm jealous. Totally, completely jealous. I know you say you love me, but that look you get when you see him, talk about him... I want that look for ME. It has nothing to do with my pride... I just hate knowing you might love someone more than me."
Mere was tempted to ask 'are you retarded or just deaf' but decided against it. It would only be misunderstood. "I do love Ash, but it's not a 'more or less' type of thing. I love you, too, and, apparently, it's completely not insane to love more than one person. I'd actually like to BE with you, though. Unlike Ash, you haven't broken my heart in eight million different pieces at least a couple of times." Girl had a point. "You've got to stop doing the dickhead thing about him, though, OK? He's still my friend and you bringing up that he fathered someone else's kids is basically like someone saying that, in an alternate timeline, me and him ran off and lived happily ever after and had eighteen children. OK?"
"I get it. I swear. I guess I figured if you hated him, I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. I'm so fucking in love with you, Meredith. I would do anything for you. ANYTHING. I'm rough around the edges. I know that." He sighed, honestly opening up and just letting it all out. "I have no idea how to make a real relationship work. Hell, I never WANTED one till I met you. But.. I dunno how to describe it, Mere. You're... you're my girl."
Mere smiled at him. "A good way to start a relationship? Letting someone know that you want a real one." Point made, and hopefully taken. "I love you, too, Bray. I OBVIOUSLY wouldn't put up with your ass if I didn't, you know."
"Obviously. And of all people, my cousin Kim kind of made me realize something." Oh god. He hated having to say this... this wasn't like Ben: this wasn't something he WANTED to do... more something he knew he NEEDED to do. "It's not fair that I can screw other girls, but you don't have the option of being with other guys. I can't deal with that and I know it, so... if you want, I can try my best to... to keep it in my pants when it's anyone but you."
"So...does that mean I can't fool around with other girls anymore?" she asked. "Because that part really didn't bother me much." OK, so Mere may have set the feminist revolution back about fifty years, but even sometimes a girl has to defend her right to poon.
"Maybe we compromise. We can each have other girls, but we have to approve of them first?" Hey, he was trying here. "I ain't gonna lie here: I ain't offering this because I want to. I'm offering because you deserve it."
"How about you let me decide what I deserve for a change?" Mere said with a roll of her eyes. "Also, never do something because you think someone else wants or deserves it. I did that with Devon and it worked out wonderfully, let me tell you." She pouted. "I missed my chance to be with Eve, for crying out loud."
"Ok, ok... fine. Then tell ya what. If YOU ever decide our 'arrangement' isn't fair, or isn't what you want... you tell me and things will change immediately." And then, because clearly he ONLY wanted Mere to be happy. "Shit... bring Eve home. Stat. I've been wanting to hit that for MONTHS."
"Fine, as soon as it starts to bother me, you'll be the first to know," Mere said with a grin. "Besides, how are we gonna have threesomes if you can't have some, too?" Girl had priorities, apparently. "Also, don't listen to other people, because I *know* someone else put that damn thought in your head." The last part made her laugh. "OK, I'll be doing that, like, tomorrow then."
".....Good fucking LORD I love you, Meredith." He laughed, pulling her to him affectionately. "And I think I want you more than I ever have. Which is sayin' some serious shit."
"Well, duh," she pointed out to him. "I love you, too. Don't forget that, OK?" Because not everyone had a girlfriend so free and willing to hook up threesomes.
"Ok, so... call me an ass, but just the THOUGHT of you and Eve together kinda got me all hot and bothered now. We alone?" He asked, raising a brow in a way that clearly meant, 'is your father around to shoot me if we fuck?'.
Mere laughed. "No, he's out...well, probably fucking something himself, actually," she said to him. "And you are an ass, but it made me all hot and bothered as well, so apparently we're just made for each other."