naomi blackall (suzu) wrote in cultureic, @ 2016-01-02 02:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | caradoc dearborn, suz dearborn |
WHO: Caradoc and Suz
WHEN: December 31 and then January 1
WHERE: Caradoc's abode
SUMMARY: SMOOCHING.
RATING: PG for pretty gross
Caradoc leapt from where he was sitting on his sofa and glanced around his flat - it was a mess, he’d been so caught up and miserable over Emyr and everything else that had happened on Christmas he hadn’t bothered cleaning anything and now the girl he’d fancied since he was a kid just admitted she fancied him back - he’d been told this, of course, but she said it that made it a million times more real - he couldn’t look like a SLOB what if she realised he was a slob, she was too nice to SAY that, but it’d still be humiliating and - Flicking his wand, dishes went flying to the sink, his tiny crooked Christmas tree stood straighter, and the overflowing bin escorted itself into the coat closet. Better? Better. Sometimes magic was all it was cracked up to be. Orange Juice. Doc rushed to the cabinets, pulling out a couple glasses and the carton, a big pitcher, and ice. Soon he had a passable fake-champagne tray. Lastly he realised a trip to the washroom to flatten his hair and brush his teeth might not go amiss and he was grateful for the time Suz had asked him for. There was still the issue of the Order. He hadn’t talked to her about it yet, with everything happening. He’d wanted to do that first. He wanted to make sure it wouldn’t ruin everything to tell her eventually, when the time was right, when he needed to. But he also really, really wanted to kiss her tonight. So. Oh well. Suz was feeling similarly manic. She’d rushed around her own flat, brushing her teeth, brushing her hair, changing into something besides the ratty old jumper and pajama bottoms she’d planned to ring in the new year in, and then brushing the cat hair from her new outfit. She was satisfied, mostly, but the clock was too busy judging her every move. She had to get there before midnight. Cinderella had never resonated with her so much until this very moment. Only she was going to turn into a pumpkin if she didn’t kiss Caradoc at midnight. By the time she stood before Doc’s door, clutching a half-drank bottle of something bubbly she’d knicked from her parents’ pub on Christmas day, she was out of breath and feeling like she’d just run a marathon. She took the deepest breath she could manage around her pounding heart -- It was getting so late! -- and then she knocked on the door. Doc froze mid-shave when the knock happened and he gulped, haphazardly trying to finish. “One second!” he called to the door realising that going out there half scruffy was probably less attractive than having his hair be mess - which he’d fixed first. Dumb. Always dumb! He managed to only nick himself once or twice but it wasn’t the cleanest job, it was at least presentable and he hoped not scratchy wow he was not bloody prepared for this and he tossed his razor into the bathroom cabinet without a thought, wiping his face with a towel on the way to the door. Yanking it open, slightly out of breath, the grin that split over his face when he saw her almost hurt it was so wide. “Hey,” he said, just staring for a minute before realising she was standing in the cold and he was holding a towel and she brought something to drink- “Come in!” he hurried, futilely hiding the towel behind his back, ears going hot. “Sorry - I - you brought something! Aces. Come in!” he repeated, gesturing quickly. “Hi! I did!” she chirped as she moved around him to get inside, lifting the bottle so they could both see it. “It’s not much, but it should still be fizzy! Thank god for my parents!” She cringed inwardly because what a thing to say to someone who you wanted to kiss in a matter of moments. Now that she was standing before him, it was almost surreal. She couldn’t believe she’d told him she fancied him finally, couldn’t believe he’d said it back, couldn’t believe that something wasn’t terrible in the world. She bit her lip before smiling a bit cheekily at him. “You’re just as handsome as I remember!” Caradoc’s grin turned a bit sheepish and he let out a chuckle as he looked from the bottle to her. “You too. I mean. Gorgeous. Yeah.” He paused and then laughed, raising his arms to the side in a sort of surrender. “I swear to god I’m not always going to be so bloody embarrassing about this,” he assured her, although part of him wondering maybe???? “You look great. You always look great. But now I get to tell you that you look, like…” His thick eyebrows skewed in what he hoped was a flirty way. “Great.” Then he added a finger gun. Then a click with his tongue. Then remembered he had already poured orange juice and she brought bubbly. “Orange juice,” he muttered now, eyes tearing away with the usual side-tangent his brain enjoyed distracting him with. “Do you want to combine it and make like… bubbly juice or I can pour it out,” he started, throwing the towel off on a counter stool. TIME. His eyes darted to the clock on the wall. 10 minutes. He wasn’t sure if the countdown was going to freak him out because of pressure or be good for him so he couldn’t chicken out or something. TEN MINUTES. Suz’s cheeks burned bright under his compliments and then even brighter when he mentioned orange juice. She sheepishly drew her fingers over her bottom lip before finally admitting, “I just brushed my teeth. Orange juice sounds kind of vile right now.” She glanced at the clock and how much time and how little time they seemed to have left until midnight gave her butterflies. So she quickly glanced away, her eyes landing on the already poured orange juice. “But we can do that later. I don’t really need anything to drink to ring in the new year. Just --” Her eyes were on him again and then his lips so instead of finishing that thought she smiled at him. It was his turn for his cheeks to tinge pink over the bridge of his nose. Doc paused where he was at the kitchen counter, and nodded, understanding. She brushed her teeth too. She was just as ready for this as he was and that made his stomach do a flip. “Yeah - yeah, good call good thinking,” he began, then gesturing over to the living room. “I’ll bring over glasses, and then whenever we want to have a drink we can - later -” he added, his voice nearly cracking. He grabbed a couple wine glasses now, and flipped on the wireless so they could hear the WWN’s New Year’s countdown. The excited announcer on the wireless going on and on about the new year sounded far calmer than Suz felt. She finally set the bottle down on the nearest table and then her handbag on the floor at the end of the sofa. Then, when Caradoc approached with the glasses, she took those too and set them down with the bottle. The clock told her some of their time had ticked away and the announcer insisted 2016 was fast approaching. She stepped in close to Doc and ran through her mental list of small talk that could be made. She’d asked about his family already. “What’s your resolution going to be?” she asked. But before he could answer, she answered her own question. “Mine’s going to be to make the best of the year.” Caradoc took a deep breath when she stepped close, his heart beating so hard he was sure she’d be able to hear it. “Mine’s uh… uh…” He was still grinning down at her and it was hard to get himself to focus on her question instead the fact that he was reaching for her hand and that it was warm in his fingers and that she really was gorgeous and thank god he brushed his teeth - “Sorry, what was the question?” he finally had to ask, blinking out of his staring. “Oh - resolution.” The countdown would start in earnest very very soon. “I mean yours is really good. I don’t know. Next time I want to tell you something, don’t wait until literally the last hour of the last day of the year to do it?” He gave her a half-grin half-cringe and a shrug of his shoulders. “I like that resolution,” Suz said in something close to a reverent whisper. She curled her fingers around his and moved her other hand to his shoulder. Another step brought her in even closer, the toes of her shoes bumping into his. She felt a little drunk despite having not had anything to drink. And she felt tingly too, in her hands and her toes and little bit of space left between them. “Maybe it’ll be mine too.” The wireless grew frenzied, several different announcers speaking excitedly over one another, but she barely heard it. And then the final count was on. Caradoc realised he’d have to bend down - he wasn’t unused to that though, and the hand not holding her’s reached to tentatively run up her forearm. He just nodded, wondering if this was a dream he was about to very embarrassingly wake up from, having found he drooled all over the couch. But then he moved his hand to brush back some hair from her shoulder as he heard the announcer. “10!...9!...8!...” God it was taking forever. His eyes flicked to the radio and he gave Suz an ‘are you kidding me?’ expression with a laugh. “7!...6!...5!” Oh, fuck it. He moved forward and his lips were on hers before the announcer said 3 because Caradoc Dearborn had waited too bloody long already, damn it. Suz had been steeling herself for ‘HAPPY NEW YEAR!’ and not just after 4 and was taken by surprise when Doc’s lips were suddenly on hers. She inhaled sharply through her nose before tugging her hand out of his and then throwing both of her arms around his neck. She was dimly aware of the fireworks going off outside Caradoc’s window, illuminating them both in short bursts of light. Once the first kiss felt sufficiently out of the way, she pulled back a fraction and grinned at him. But after a deep breath, she pressed back in for another kiss. Doc was grinning back so hard it was almost hard to kiss her a second time, but he managed (somehow) and didn’t hesitate now - with her arms around his neck, he bent his knees, wrapped his own around her waist and lifted her off the ground as he gave in to too many years of thinking she was basically the most beautiful girl he’d ever met. The kiss was deeper now, and when they finally broke to catch their breath, he rested his forehead against her’s. “Happy New Year, Suz,” he said, eyes crossing to look at her from the short distance. “Happy New Year, Doc,” Suz echoed breathlessly. Now she could hear the fireworks and could hear people celebrating on the wireless and in the streets. But all she really wanted to now and for the rest of 2016 and probably for the rest of her life was kiss Caradoc again and again and again. So with her arms around his neck and his arms around her waist, she hoisted herself up so she could wrap her legs around him. She gave herself a moment to blush before she took another deep breath and leaned into kiss him again. And again and again. |