Patience Kowalski (eternalpatience) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-03-08 22:47:00 |
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Current mood: | devious |
Entry tags: | hillary cooper, patience kowalski, place: la |
No One Is Immune to Patience
Who: Hillary and Patience
Where: Patience's' apartment
When: Monday Night, March 7
Remarkably, Patience had invited Hillary over for dinner. It was remarkable in that Patience didn't think that she was much of a cookâalthough, lately, she'd become very good at it. It was nice to come home to something mundane sometimes. Finishing her meal, she set her knife and fork down on her plate and smirked lightly. "I'm still worried that I've poisoned us." For her... was it a date? She wore a simple white cotton dress and had her red hair down over her shoulders, looking hilariously virginal for a change.
"Are you kidding?" Hillary giggled, motioning to her now-empty plate. "That was amaaaazing." The watcher smiled contentedly, wearing a yellow mini-dress that clung just nicely enough to her curves to make her look sexy yet still classy. "I never would have guessed you were such a great cook..."
"Neither would I. My ex always said I'd be good at it if I tried," Patience rolled her eyes. "I guess I didn't have the attention span for it then. Who knows?" She shrugged and collected their plates, intending to leave them in the sink. "Did you want a drink, while I'm up?"
"Sure... nothing too strong though, ok? I'm kind of a lightweight." And by kind of? She meant ENTIRELY. one strong drink would have the girl on her ass, giggling and saying ridiculous things.
"Probably shouldn't say that stuff to me," Patience replied. She had a corruptable nature, after all. She set the dishes in the sink and got them each a beer, buuuut instead of handing Hillary's to her at the table, she took it over to the couch with a cheeky grin.
Hillary felt an eyebrow arch, as, being unaccustomed to this stuff, she wasn't entirely sure what Patience was up to here. "I'm not sure what you're up to... but I have a feeling it's not entirely good."
"I'm being PERFECTLY innocent, thank you." Oh God, here we go. "C'mon. Couches are comfy. *I* will sit here," she sat down on one side of the couch with her back against the armrest, and crossed one under her thigh. "And you can sit on the other side. See? Innocent." Hm. Where was her halo when she needed it?
"Innocent?" Hillary asked, a smile curling onto her lips, which made her look FAR more devious than she usually did. "I'm shy, but I'm not TOTALLY naive." God, did she find herself kind of STARING at those legs? Yes, please.
"Well, I PROMISE not to touch unless you ask me to. How does THAT sound?" Yep. Patience was like a dog with a bone--she just wasn't about to give up that easily.
"You SUCK." Hillary blurted out with a laugh, blushing. "So in other words, if I wanna go anywhere with this tonight I gotta look like a total sleaze. Thanks."
Patience smirked and tongued one of her canine teeth out of habit. "We could always just go with the moment. Touching is ONLY permitted if we both feel it." Hey, she was TRYING. STFU.
"Yeah, like I haven't been 'feeling it' since the night we MET." Hillary audibly scoffed there, rolling her eyes. "You're like... the most gorgeous girl I've ever met, ok?"
Patience chuckled and took a sip of her beer. "Well, what can I do to make you comfortable? Kinda hard for me to turn off Jessica Rabbit mode," she admitted. Also, picture Patience dressed as Jessica Rabbit. DO IT.
"...just kiss me?" Hillary said in a tone that was meant to sound come-hither, but instead just... came off adorably wanting.
"Sure," Patience purred. She set their drinks aside and made her way over to Hillary, cupping one hand under the other woman's chin before leaning forward and kissing her, keeping it surprisingly delicate and sweet.
"Wow." The watcher said with a low, trembly whisper. "Um..." She blushed there, nuzzling Patience slowly. "Before we... do anything else... do you mind if we learn more about each other? I've been... dying to know more about you."
"Sure." Patience nodded, stroking her fingers through Hillary's hair slowly. She was, gasp, actually trying to be on her best behavior here, believe it or not. Let's see how long that lasts, hm? "What would you like to know?"
"Just... more about you. Who you are up here." She tapped the side of Patience's head, cutely. "I wanna know about how you grew up. What things you like. What you do in your spare time."
"God, we could be here all night." Patience chuckled weakly. "How I grew up is not something that I really like to talk about," she admitted. "What I like is loud music, sex, meeting new people... Spare time would be: work stuff, leaning how to cook, dancing... sex. I'm pretty fuckin' simple. What about you?"
"Well... most of my free time is spent studying for work. Now that I have a Slayer, I want to be the best teacher for her I possibly can." Ohhhhboy. When Hillary started talking shop? Good luck stopping her. "She's so eager to learn, too... I think she just needed a watcher who was going to work with her and not try to push her too hard PHYSICALLY, you know?"
"Yeah, I guess she gets all the physical stuff done at home." WELL, the snarky side of Patience had to make an appearance SOMEtime, huh? "It's good that you're keen on teaching her, though."
"Yes... I'm aware of how... deviant she and her husband apparently are." She blushed, as seriously... you really think gossip didn't spread around the Hyperion? "Still... she's a good woman. Now the big question: how do YOU know about what she is?"
"Are we talkin' about the Slut part or the Slayer part here?" Patience smirked, but figured Hillary meant the Slayer part. "She used to be married to... a friend who's also a Slayer, so it's pretty much common knowledge."
"Ohh... you're friends with Ms. Morrison?" She asked, having studied up on all the names. "The girl leading up Mr. Windham-Pryce's Vegas division?"
"I guess?" Patience smiled sadly. "We haven't really spoken lately, so I'm not really sure if that's the case."
"Is it... true? What I heard about you at work?" She asked, making a hilarious toothy face, trying to imitate fangs. "If it is... I promise it wont make me see you any differently..."
One thing that she'd learned from Paige was the ability to control the shift, so she did it subtly. Looking up to meet Hillary's eyes, she beared those fangs. "You sure about that?"
Hillary, God bless her, didn't even flinch. Instead, she leaned in, kissing the other woman again. "See? They don't scare me at all. It doesn't change who you are... to me? They're part of what makes you the woman I'm so... infatuated with."
"... I don't think you fully understand what you're getting yourself in to," Patience replied, a clear warning to her voice. She'd been very careful holding back her anger and violence, and that could only last so long.
"....Patience?" Hillary raised an eyebrow then, looking, for once, totally confident and almost hilariously insulted by that. "You forget I've studied this stuff my entire life. You think I don't know about demons? About the risks of having the aspects of demons in one's body? I may be inexperienced about a lot of things in life, but this stuff? No offense, but I probably know more about what you are and what you're capable of than YOU do." She stroked Patience's cheek and smiled. "I'd like to show you, actually. Help you make the most of what you have now."
"I'm... not sure that I'm following you," Patience admitted with a weak chuckle, slowly shaking her head.
"Sweetie..." Hillary said with a smile. "The demon in you... it doesnt define you. It just ENHANCES you. You dont have to let one side of you win. Who you are... is a balance of the two."
Patience nodded again. "It's just trying to find that balance that I'm having trouble with." Clearly. "I can only really let go so much it kills me inside sometimes."
"See? That's the problem. We need to find ways for you to let go sometime. To let it out." Aw... notice the 'we' part? "Like I said... I'm gonna help you, honey. I promise."
"I'm not even sure where to start with that," Patience chuckled weakly. "I could join a fight club, or something. You just KNOW one of the guys HAS to look like Brad Pitt." Okay, she was clearly joking now.
"Ok, ok... I get it." She laughed. This was the point where the seriousness had to end. "Fine. We'll talk about this later. For now just know I'm not giving up on you. We WILL make you feel whole again. But for nowwwww..." She smirked, reaching behind her to unzip the back of her dress a little. "I'm thinking maybe we need some light, happy-times."
"See? NOW you're getting to my way of thinking." Patience laughed, feeling a whole lot lighter now that they were off the topic. Funny that. "AND I barely had to touch."