Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-29 17:55:00 |
|
|||
Current mood: | bratty |
Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Mini-Meltdown Averted
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: Their apartment
When: Tuesday, August 24th, evening
Note: Directly after this scene.
"Hey... Neels? You here?" Rachelle walked into their apartment, having come straight home after her... meeting at the Hyperion. She still wore that remarkably UN-Rachelle outfit (long, dark-blue dress wirh pretty black blouse that showed a hint of cleavage), and set her bag on the counter. "Sweetie?"
"Yep!" Neely called back. The spaz was currently lying on the couch, having just finished a conversation on the phone. She sat up, "You’ll never guess who just… Hellllo nurse."
Chelle had to think before it registered WHY Neely went all googly-eyed, and blushed a little. "Oh. Heh. The outfit. Ok, back to that in a minute. What were you about to say?"
Neely blinked, "... huh? Oh, right. Right." She hopped up and gave 'Chelle a smooch on the cheek, looking very edible in a pair of short-shorts and clingy Jack Off Jill tee. "Blake called. Apparently she and... Gwen," she was trying! STFU, "want to open a store, but they need a loan."
"Wow. That's... that's kind of awesome, actually. We're gonna, I take it?" The bassist asked, cutely clinging to Neely as if unwilling to part with her.
"Yep. I figure it'd probably pay itself off in a year or two, anyway," Neely replied, before nipping at 'Chelle's neck. "You're clingy today..."
"I am. Cuz I missed you. And because I need to ask you for a favor and I kinda don't want you to kick my ass." Well hey. Nobody ever said Rachelle beat around the bush, hm?
"That's the last thing I want to do to your ass," Neely murmured, setting her hands on the bassists hips as she trailed little loving kisses along her neck. "Or is this the part where you explain why you're lookin' so sexy for someone who isn't me?"
"Sorta? So.. I kinda went to the Hyperion hotel. Where the slayers are all training now." Before Neely could question, she continued. "Because Ethan is training one of them. And I felt the need to thank him. For saving my life."
"Oh," Neely breathed, looking away briefly and clenching her jaw. "I guess I can't fault you for that, since ... he did do that."
"Yeah. And I sorta said I'd like to have him over for dinner sometime. With us." Oh god... had Chelle ever looked QUITE so cutely nervous in front of Neely before? "I mean... it's just dinner, its not like I told him he could fuck us or anything..."
"Even though that's something you want," Neely pointed out with an arched eyebrow, before moving off to get a drink.
"Hey." Chelle narrowed her eyes there. "All I ever said is that I think he's handsome. I don't necessarily wanna fuck every person I think is attractive. He's my friend, and he's saved me TWICE now."
"Mmhm," Neely replied irritably. She... forgot why she came into the kitchen, and thus, did her frustrated pacing.
"Neels. The ring on my finger? In case you forgot, it means all I want is YOU. Do I have some hot-ass friends? Well, yeah. Do I think Skylar, Ethan, and Maddie are attractive? Yeah. But do I want anything out of them? NO. I want the stubborn, ridiculously jealous, sexy-when-she's-being-bratty blonde dork standing right in front of me."
"I know," Neely grumbled. "I'm just so crazy-in-love with you that the thought of you being with anyone in any context gives me the wiggins." D'aw. "I can try to work on that?"
"Please." Chelle said with a nervous laugh. Sure, she really DID have stupidly heavy sexual tension with Ethan... but she would never cheat on Neely, and SHE knew that well enough. "Besides... you think I don't have those worries about YOU?"
Neely looked down then, nodding slowly. "I'm sure you do. 'Sfunny. I don't even THINK about other women anymore. Ok... maybe Drew Barrymore, but that's in Neely!Time."
"Oh please. Between us? I occasionally picture CHLOE during Chelle!Time." Hey, nothing like honesty, right? "Although... god, picturing Neely!Time is really kinda hot..."
The blonde werewolf smirked, "Picture it taking a while, too, since... when you've got band practice, little Neely's got nothing to do but play with her toys."
".....think I could watch Neely!Time some evening? I think that would make me a VERY happy Rachelle." Ridiculously enough? She MEANT it.
"Sure," Neely smirked, finally down from her little rage there. It really DIDN'T take much for Rachelle to calm her down these days. "Whenever you want."
"Now." Oh snap, Rachelle grinned challengingly there, hands set at her hips. "Hey... you don't go throwin' words like 'whenever' around near me, girl."
"Oh really now?" Neely replied with that arched eyebrow she was known for. "What're YOU gonna do about it, hm?"
"I was thinkin',... pout. And possibly whine. Until I get my way. Because you know I'm fuckin' irresistible." Ooooo... there it was: that same line she had said in Neely's dream...
Oh did Neely turn into a puddle of goo hearing that. She gave 'Chelle a soft smile and placed her hands to the other woman's cheeks and kissed her. "You really are."
"So... dinner with Ethan is cool? You'll be nice?" Chelle asked, raising that brow and clinging to Neely again.
"I promise that I won't stab him with a butter knife," Neely replied with a laugh. Seriously, that was probably as good as Rachelle would get here.
"Fine. Then... as for my OTHER request..." Chelle purred, wagging her eyebrows suggestively at her wife.
"Hmm, I think I can accommodate you there," Neely purred, taking 'Chelle's hand to lead her to the bedroom.