Skylar James Bale (socialiterocker) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-02-09 07:28:00 |
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Current location: | Skylar and Pat's Place |
Current mood: | blank |
Entry tags: | pat mcconnell, place: la, skylar james-bale |
Needing for a Specific Conversation
Who: Skylar and Pat
Where: Their Home
When: Friday, mid-morning
It had been a weird week, that was for sure. At least things had calmed down a bit, as once Pat got used to seeing Iris popping in and out, he'd made sure she knew that she should avoid certain rooms, lest she see things she really didn't want to see. So, unless Iris had some desire to be a voyeuristic ghost, she'd be staying out of the master bedroom for a while. So for now, Pat was trying to forget everything, and just layed in bed peacefully, waiting for Skylar. He'd dropped everything he'd had planned for the afternoon so that he could come home and spend some quality time with her.
Skylar came in from another failed attempt to try and have her little chat with Ben. Said chat might involve lots of threats and possibly gluing his penis to his stomach, and he seemed to realize that, thus he was avoiding her right now. Baily had once again kind of chased her off. Not so much in the literal way, but in the 'he's not going to come out, so just go home for now' kind of way. She walked into the master bedroom and, with a flop onto the bed by Pat, sighed.
Looking over at her, Pat just grinned and snickered. "Ok... I've been trying to mind my own business, but I have to ask: why are you suddenly so determined to track Ben down?"
Skylar turned and looked over at Pat, rolling over on her side and proping her head up on one hand, elbow in the bed. "Chloe has a friend that saw Lydia giving him head in the bathroom, and then Lydia confirmed it. This is, of course, after I told him to stay the hell away from my underage sister. So, obviously, I'm going to have to slay him before this is over with. Sorry." She probably wasn't going to really kill him, but she was beyond frustrated with him at the moment.
Pat raised a brow there, wondering just how low Ben could go. Lydia was a very attractive girl (hell, she was a picture of Skylar), but still too young for anyone with a conscience to mess with. "Wow. Shame there is, I don't know which of the two I'm more disappointed in."
"I'm far more pissed at Ben. Lydia...she's grown, but she's still a kid." Skylar shook her head. "Does that even make sense? She swears up and down that she knew exactly what she was getting into, but the fact that a using a condom didn't even come into play makes me think that she really didn't, you know?"
"I don't even think a condom is strong enough to repel whatever he's got by now..." he shook his head, knowing that wasn't really what Skylar wanted to hear. Part of him was just relieved that at least Lydia didn't seem to be crushing on HIM anymore, because that? Yeah. Awkward. "C'mere... let me be the supportive boyfriend who just holds you and makes you forget it all."
Skylar shuddered a little at the thought of what Ben *might* be carrying. Even if he didn't get sick because of super werewolf immune system, he could be a total Typhoid Mary to anyone he did. Skylar decided that cuddling next to Pat was much more appealing than thinking of that for too long, and did just that, scooting over close to him and pressing her head against his chest. "Are we going to be good parents? I cant' even control my own sister."
"No offense to Lydia, babe... but I don't think a slave driver could control your sister." He smirked, putting his palm sweetly on her tummy. "You're gonna be the coolest, fairest, hottest mom on the planet, kid."
She smiled at him. "I hope you're right. Few could properly control Lydia to make her...well behaved, guess. I'm sure she'll be more well behaved than Lydia, at any rate."
"You're convinced we're having a girl, hm?" He asked with a smile, tilting his head to lean in and place a slow kiss on her throat.
Skylar relaxed her head back to allow him better access. "Just one of those feelings have. Not quite prophetic dream, but just a feeling."
"Well." He kissed her neck again, this time giving a teasing little nip with his teeth. "If she looks anything like her mom, we're gonna have to keep her locked up during puberty."
"I'm so not looking forward to that," Skylar admitted. "I'd hate to think of locking my daughter away in a bell tower, but we might have to resort to that. Got any ideas for names?" She slipped her hand underneath his shirt, caressing him idlely for the moment.
"Well..." He gave a look like he had the dumbest idea ever. "Maybe its because I watched First Knight recently or something, but the name Gueneviere popped into my head..."
"Gueneviere?" Skylar thought on that for the moment. "We can call her something like Gwen for short. Sounds pretty." She couldn't think of anything, so he was certainly ahead of her in the game.
"You know... even after being on tour, and after seeing all the typical things a rock singer sees..." he nuzzled her cheek sweetly before letting his hand leave her tummy finally, trailing upward a little. "You're still the most beautiful, most amazing, and sexiest woman I know..."
"You're goddamn skippy I'm the best thing you've ever seen," Skylar said with a grin and a laugh. Her grandmother used to say things like that. "And don't you forget it."