Catherine Baclanova (russian_slayer) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-02-19 12:15:00 |
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Current location: | Catherine's Apartment |
Current mood: | optimistic |
Entry tags: | brandon bale, catherine baclanova, place: la |
Date Night
Who: Catherine and Brandon
Where: Catherine's Apartment
When: Thursday Night
Catherine had invited Brandon over to her little apartment for a movie night. She only ever went over to Avarice to see him, so she figured that he could come over and see her for a change. She had a copy of 'Pulp Fiction' ready to play, and was planning on popping some popcorn just after he got there. Now all he had to do was show up.
Finally, Brandon's bike pulled up outside. He was wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket as he hopped off the bike with a bit of a smile on his face. Hey... for him? That was like a normal person having a Joker smile. He rang the doorbell, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand
Catherine ran to the door when she heard the doorbell ring. "Hi, Brandon!" she exclaimed when she saw him. She looked down and saw the flowers. "Are those for me?"
"Well... they WERE going to be for the elderly woman upstairs, but she didn't seem very interested..." He said with a little smirk, handing the flowers to her. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear. "You look beautiful as ever."
She giggled as she took the flowers. "I'm sure she would appreciate them, but I want them more," she said. "Thank you. You look quite handsome as well." She moved so that he could come inside.
"I couldn't help trying... Mrs. Fletcher looked too damned good in that old apron..." He teased, walking in. He looked around, noting that for a young, single teen, she actually kept a remarkably neat apartment.
She closed the door behind him. "She can get her own flowers," she said playfully. She went into her tiny kitchen to put the flowers in some water. The apartment itself was small, but she did keep it very clean. It was also as wildly decorated as...well, as she was. Each wall was painted a different color, and it was covered with pictures and things she had brought from her home country.
"Hey... before we do anything else... I have something else I'd been wanting to give you." He said, unintentionally giving her one of those charming little smirks that only a relative of Ben's could muster.
"OK, sure," she said, looking at him. She didn't have a clue as to what he would want to give her.
Granted, Ben's (unasked for) advice had been 'bang that ass like a steel drum', but Brandon wasn't about to come over and try that. He was far too nervous. Instead, he merely pulled her to him, placing a long, heartfelt, passionate kiss on the girl's lips.
Catherine squealed just a little, but quickly melted into the kiss. She had only ever kissed one other boy before, but he hadn't kissed like that!
After a kiss that felt like it took hours... he pulled away just a little from her and grinned, rubbing the tips of their noses together sweetly. "Now... that was really nice."
She smiled back at him. "That was really nice," she replied, a little breathless from the kiss.
"So..." he still hadn't moved away, so he was still literally inches from her. "What's on the agenda tonight?"
"I have a movie, and popcorn," she said, not moving away, either. "Do you like Pulp Fiction?"
"Without a doubt. Embarrassingly enough, I can quote almost every piece of dialogue Samuel L. Jackson has in the thing." He laughed, but it was true.
"I use to quote all the really bad things to people before I understood what they meant," Catherine said to him. "Imagine me saying 'do you speak English motherfucker?'" she very rarely swore, so she did it then to prove her point of how she didn't used to know what it meant.
He actually bit his lip there, to avoid bursting out into laughter at even the image of this. "Actually, I once scared the shit out of one of Ben's enemies with my own little version of the whole 'does he look like a bitch' routine." Yeah, Brandon, when needed to be, could be quite intimating.
"I'd rather not repeat what I told the first person who told me that I was a Slayer," she admitted. It did involve questions of his 'masculinity', though. "Well, that's at least useful, though. I don't look very intimidating, though."
"Hard to be intimidating when you're that hot..." He winked at her, brushing his lips against hers again quickly.
She just shrugged at that, kissing him quickly again. "That's not my fault," she said with a fake little pout.
"No, that would be the fault of genetics." He laughed a little, tapping her on the nose. "Remind me to thank your parents sometime."
"I suggest a card that says, 'thanks for making your daughter beautiful," she said with a grin.
"Hm. I'll have to see if Hallmark makes those." He was clearly teasing her now. "If so, I might have to look into a 'thank you for giving your daughter a rockin body' card too."
"They make cards for pretty much everything else now, don't they?" She knew he was teasing. "Not sure how they might take that one, though."
"Well... maybe I should just thank them by protecting that body." He grinned, pulling her closer again. "Although maybe I should inspect it first..."
"I think we protect each other well," she said to him. She giggled when he said he should inspect it first. "It's fine, I promise. No bumps or bruises."
"C'mon... let's go enjoy our date." He said, taking her hand sweetly