Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-12-15 18:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
'Tis the Season
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: Their apartment
When: Wednesday, December 15th
"You know... did it ever occur to you that we really put the 'ho' in 'ho ho ho'?" Rachelle asked whimsically as she teetered precariously at the top of a stepladder, reeeeeaching up to put the star on the top of she and Neely's Christmas tree. "Also? I know we're gonna be having lots of people visiting, but I still see no reason I shouldn't be able to have my 'Fuck The Yankees' ornament hanging in a more visible spot on the tree, Neels. Seriously. Also? Sometimes being top-heavy SUCKS."
As she got the star straight, she tried to maintain her balance, wearing thin, baggy Steelers pajama bottoms and a tight white wifebeater, her hair in pigtails.
"And yet I've never complained..." Neely replied with a lopsided smirk, holding the ladder steady and, of course, checking out her wife's fine ass while doing so. Neely, herself, was dressed in panties and a white camisole, her short hair barely tied back in a bun.
"Yeah yeah..." Chelle said as she finally hopped down with a little jiggle. "So... aside from the awesome gifts I already got wrapped for you under the tree... you want me to see if that nutty slayer you crush on wants to throw down with you or something? Least I can do for ya since you let us have some fun with Maddie..."
Neely blinked... for a full minute, actually trying to process that. She wasn't doing well, clearly. "I'm so far beyond surprised by that entire statement."
"Well... fair's fair. I mean, you got past wanting to shoot Maddie in the head for me... least I can do is not stab Candi in the neck for you." Sadly? In her head? That was actually sweet.
Neely actually took it that way. "I can't say that I'm not curious, but you're all I need. You know that, right? You and all your sexy curves," Neely purred with a grin, setting her hands on 'Chelle's hips.
"D'awwww." Chelle said with an actual blush. "You know? I believe that now. Which, funny enough, is why I think I'm ok with this now. Because it's easier to... be experiemental and let you do more when I know that you dont NEED more than me."
"I get that." Neely nodded. "It's funny. I FANTASIZED about murdering Maddie a million times, in very creative ways, but now I just... she doesn't bother me anymore. I mean, no seething jealously whatsoever. It's kinda nice."
"Which is good. Do I totally crush on her? And Ethan, for that matter? Yes. Do I still occasionally think about them during Chelle!Time? Yes. But do I love them? Do I want to spend my life with them? No. That? That's ALL you, baby." And somehow? That was kind of adorable, huh.
It really was. Neely wrinkled her nose cutely and nipped at Chelle's bottom lip. Of course, she couldn't let them get TOO schmaltzy, "'Cause I'm so fucking awesome, right?"
"That's EXACTLY right." Rachelle said indignantly. "And don't forget it. Or I'll smack you in the fuckin' head."
"WOW, we're a mature couple." Neely laughed and shook her head. "But yeah. If you can get a hold of Candi, that'd be a fun gift." She tilted her head to the side. "You'd play too, right?"
"Um... I *have* seen her, ya know." Which was Chelle's unconventional way of saying HELL TO THE YES.
Neely smirked. "Didn't think that I'd be able to keep that one to myself. Oh. Unrelated and a terrible segue, but is there anything sports related on this Christmas? Oh, and are your family visiting?"
"My brothers are doing their own thing..." She said with a HUGE grin, "But my Dad's coming in for Christmas Day. He wants to spend the day with, in his words, 'my new daughter'. Is that the cutest thing ever? He totally adores you."
"Your dad's wonderful." Neely really DID think the world of him. "As for OUR new daughters - I'm not sure if Blake's coming to spend Christmas with us, but Bastian probably will. I think she's worried about things being awkward." She shrugged. "Anyone else you wanna invite?"
"Well, make sure Blake knows her and Morrison are both invited. Um..." She thought there, of who else she'd like to invite. "Skylar and Ben, obviously, will be doing their own thing... but maybe we can visit them at some point... um... Chloe's probably gonna be alone, which sucks. Lucy will be with Ash, Kev will be with Buffy, and Kayla will probably be with that dude she's always suckin' face with..."
"That's nice," Neely commented with a light frown. "I could always invite a couple of my new employees. Tell 'em it's mandatory and throw free booze at 'em?"
"Heh. Any of them hot? Maybe we could try getting Chloe's hyper ass laid or something. I feel kinda bad for her." Ok, so... that was meant to be more sweet than it came out. "Oh... and dont hit me... but I kinda want to invite Ethan. And maybe Maddie and her Mandingo."
"Um, a few of 'em are. The assistant manager is absolutely ADORABLE, but... I don't think she's really Chloe's type." Neely moved her mouth to one side thoughtfully. "They're... welcome to come. Whether or not they actually DO is an entirely different matter."
"I could make such an inappropriate comment there. But I'll be good." She knew Ethan was STILL a moderately sore spot with Neely, and didn't want to push it. "How about YOU? Got anyone surprising you wanna invite?"
Neely frowned lightly, before realizing what she'd said and rolling her eyes. Trust Rachelle to make it dirty. "I do. But since she's AWOL at the moment, it's kinda hard to send an invitation."
"You mean Patience." Chelle said with a sigh. She hated that Neely was in such pain over the blonde leaving. It wasn't jealousy... more like sadness for her wife. The loud, abrasive part-demon was probably Neely's best friend. "Is... it weird for you? Having Baily dating her sorta-ex?"
"I think that Baily..." She frowned, being VERY careful with her words, "I think she deserves to be happy. Pat too. What Patience did was shitty, but I wouldn't turn her away if she came back. Would you?"
"Nah. I got to like the crazy bitch." Then it hit her. Holy hell, how could she not think of them earlier? "Speaking of crazy bitches... how the hell have we not invited Paige and Lilly?"
"We... obviously have too many friends," Neely laughed. "I can't guarantee that I won't pull a YOU and get utterly hammered with Paige, though. You've been warned."
"I think I'd be a little let down if that DOESN'T happen. Lilly and I... ok, and everyone else... can just sit there and cackle. Continuously." Not that Chelle had this planned out or anything. "Although... maybe we're getting carried away? The apartment's only so big. And Dad ain't a little dude."
"We're not inviting a million people, baby. It should be fine. Unless you've got something devious rolling around in your head?" Neely asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Nothing that involves nudity and video camera..." she said with a grin. "That's for after everyone else leaves."
"Hmm. Maybe we should send the tape to Blake and Gwen. Show 'em how it's REALLY done?" Neely grinned.
"Way I see it... they took your car, your waterbed, your recliner, your coffee table... least we can do is give Blake nightmares and therapy bills..." Mother of the year? Is there any doubt?
"How the FUCK they managed the coffee table, I have NO idea." That, oddly, impressed Neely. Shut up. "But yes. Done. Fuck, let's break out the camera now and get some 'practice' in."
"....Woman? I like the way you think. Let's get it ON." Dear lord...
"God, I can hear the porno music now..." Neely grinned, taking hold of Chelle roughly and giving her a steamy kiss on the lips. "Bedroom. Now."