Liah Rainey (phasedthrough) wrote in downfallrpg, @ 2010-05-16 08:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2015-09-05, liah, liah and rowan, rowan |
Entertainment
Who: Liah and Rowan
Where: their suite
When: night
The bedroom where Liah slept most of the time looked relatively cozy tonight. She'd gone through and put some of her things up, as opposed to strewed around all over the dresser and in the corners, and there were candles lit on the dresser and one of the night-tables. For illumination, of course, since they didn't have anything else except flashlights. She'd brushed her teeth and changed into what she was wearing to bed-- a camisole top and a silky pair of what looked to be previously unworn men's boxers that she'd found in a box in the storage room-- and she was currently sitting on the side of the bed fretting over her leg, the one she'd scraped up when she'd laid down Verity's cycle earlier today. She thought it looked horrible, even after she'd cleaned it up, and she was mentally debating putting some kind of lotion or cream on it. Would it sting? Was there anything that would make it heal faster?
It felt like it was incredibly early, but it was dark outside, and they were all working on this whole getting to bed early and waking up early thing. It sort of sucked, but she guessed she'd get used to it. Not like there was anything else to do at night, with no TV and it being too dangerous to go outside.
For the second night in a row, Juniper had chosen to share Jasper's bed-- Verity's bed, technically, but since Jasper was sleeping in it, he supposed it was his for now. Rowan was a little baffled by it, but he wasn't really going to complain, either. It left him free to sleep wherever he wanted, without a five year old clinging to him.
Wandering back to the other suite, already dressed in his own pajamas-- just drawstring pants, since a shirt was too much trouble when he was asleep, if it wasn't cold-- he stopped at Liah's door. "Hey," he said softly, leaning his shoulder and the side of his head on the door frame, looking in at her. "How's the leg?"
"It hurts, and it looks ugly," Liah said, trying not to sound overly petulant. What was a skinned calf when compared to missing people? Not a whole lot, she knew. "But, you know... it'll be fine." She smiled, hoping it looked relatively normal. She was worried about Verity, concerned about how upset Jasper had to be... and of course concerned about the others who were missing, too. But Verity was a part of them, the tight group of five they'd formed in this brave new world, and getting him back was utmost in her mind. "Your bandage still holding up?" She'd rebandaged him when he'd gotten back to the hotel, fussing all the while about him making it bleed again. Not that he could've helped it, really, unless he just hadn't gone out, and she'd known that wasn't going to happen. Still.
Rowan cocked his head a little, the other way, leaning forward a bit to look at it. It looked like most scrape-wounds: not exactly pretty, but not really like it was worse than it really was or going to scar too bad, either. He decided not to comment on it. "You know, I got some, like, aloe cream the other day when I was out... we could put that on it." It wasn't something he could put on his, since his was so open and icky. But road rash was about perfect for it. "Want me to go grab it?" He'd buried it in the back of one of the drawers in the bathroom in this suite.
Aloe cream sounded like just the thing. That stuff was supposed to be soothing, right? "Sure," Liah said when he asked if she wanted him to go get it. Maybe she could end up without scars after all. She might not be a tall girl, but still she thought her legs were pretty kickin'. It would suck to have the world end and then her appearance be forever marred, too. It might be superficial, but whatever. While she waited for him to come back, she flexed her feet, admiring her gold-painted toes. Whatever it took to keep them going, she guessed, and for her it was having pretty fingers and toes.
Coming back a moment later with the expected cream, which wasn't as full as he'd hoped but which he thought he could manage for a few days with anyhow, Rowan paused for a beat in the doorway, thinking, then just came around to kneel in front of her and open the little canister, himself. He could pamper her a little, he decided, and take care of it for her. She'd probably appreciate that after the day they'd had.
He was making himself useful all the way around, Liah thought. How nice was that? Of course, she had bandaged his back a couple of times now. "It's gonna be cold, isn't it?" she asked, although he probably wouldn't know. She braced her foot on his thigh and put the opposite hand on his shoulder, so she'd keep her balance while he put the cream on her. She was finding that she could get into the sight of Ro with his shirt off, and a tiny smile quirked the corners of her mouth upward. "I'll try not to jump."
"Might be kinda cold, yeah," Rowan chuckled, and set the cannister down on her other knee, letting her hold it if she wanted to steady it, before scooping a bit out onto his fingers and starting to slather it thinly on her scrapes, as gently as he could manage. It might be cold, and there wasn't much he could do about that, but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt on top of it. Some of the scrapes were a little nasty. "Bet you ruined that pair of jeans, huh? If you go out again, we oughta get you some leather."
Liah bit her lip while he was putting it on her, but she was determined not to be a baby. She could take a little pain. No big deal. It wasn't as bad as it probably would have been if they'd put aloe on it right away; the scrapes had had some time to dry up a little. Gross, but there it was. "I'll cut the bottoms off 'em," she said of the jeans. They didn't have enough clothing choices to waste anything they didn't have to. The jeans would make a very satisfactory pair of cutoffs, she felt sure. Not like it wasn't nearly as hot as Hell this lovely Detroit summer, anyway. She grinned at his last comment and asked, "Where are we gonna get leather cycle gear? I think the Harley place probably got taken over by mutants."
"You can just phase through 'em all," Rowan suggested, eyes on his hand on her thigh. Which, despite being a little torn up, was still a shapely thigh, attached to a girl he did really like, and who was pretty in general. Maybe this had been a bad idea. "And toss leather things out to me between them trying to bite you. Then we can escape with our haul." Or, more likely, he'd just fly for a couple hours until he found a leather-selling store that hadn't been ransacked by now. Think about that, not pretty girl.
"Phase through the crazy monsters?" Liah's nose wrinkled. "I'm not sure if I can phase through human flesh. Mutant flesh?" It sounded icky, anyway, even if she could. "It's a cool idea, though. If one of those things bit us, do you think we'd get turned into monsters, or are we immune? You know, since we have these nifty powers and mutations?" If they hadn't been immune, wouldn't they have been monsters already? She gripped the canister of aloe and checked Rowan's progress; hopefully he was almost done with the ouchy part.
He was going slow, and it was a pretty big patch, but there was only so long you could spread lotion on something, really. "You should try it. Try phasing through my hand, or something, see if you can," he commented, more idly than anything else. "I don't think we'd get, like, were-mutant-ized if we got bit, though. It's a disease, and we already had it, you know? Maybe if there was some new strain, or somethin'...."
"Wouldn't hurt to try," Liah agreed, her voice sounding a little strained. "Sometime." She wasn't all that keen on doing it while he was putting stuff on her calf, though. Because it hurt and she wouldn't be able to concentrate. Her fingers on his shoulder tightened a little, but she was at least aware of what she was doing enough not to dig her nails in. She exhaled, trying to untense a little. Quit being a wuss, Rainey. "Good, 'cause I don't want to be a mutant."
"You're already a mutant," Rowan told her, finishing the last-- and worse-- of the road rash aloe-ing finally. "You're an X-men kind of mutant, with a mutant power, or whatever. You're just a hot human mutant, not an ugly, crazy, animal one. --There. Want me to wrap that up at all, or you good?" He rested his hand on her knee, safely above the roughened skin, but still keeping contact as he looked up at her.
Liah smirked at him. "Well, guess if I have to be a mutant, it's better to be a hot human one than a lumpy and monstery one." It didn't exactly fluster her when he said she was hot, but her cheeks pinked just a touch. Luckily, it wasn't exactly bright in here, with it being night outside and only lit by candles, and all. When he looked up at her like that, abruptly she became conscious that he was still touching her. His hand was on her knee, his darker skin tone contrasting with her lightly tanned one. "Um. No. I'm, uh... gonna just let it dry, I guess." Her voice sounded a little breathy, and she cleared her throat.
The blushing, he did miss. It was just too dark in here. The stammering, though, was pretty hard to miss, and if it were anyone but Liah, he'd have thought she was embarrassed. Embarrassed, and didn't want him to know about it, because if she wasn't worried about him knowing about it, she'd have said something snarky or hit him, or something. The vague suspicion that she might have other-than-best-friendly thoughts about him began to form. If she didn't, surely she'd have swatted his hand away... right? He grinned a bit and asked, "Want me to hang around a bit then, while we wait for this drying thing to happen? Meeting tomorrow ain't until eleven...." And it was only, what, nine now? When the sun started setting earlier, they'd be in trouble, but for now at least they had a long stint of daylight every day.
Liah rallied quickly, feeling silly for getting rattled, even if her heart was beating a little faster. "Yeah, hang around." She slid her foot up and poked him right in the abs with it. Not too hard, though. "Since I have stuff on my leg and I can't go anywhere, you get to entertain me." She rolled her eyes a little, teasingly, since their entertainments here were so few. No internet, no TV, no radio, no DVDs, even. She couldn't believe people had used to live like this all the time, minus the monsters, of course. "Where's the top to this?" she said of the aloe, which she still had in one hand.
Rowan could think of all sorts of things to "entertain" her with, but most of them weren't really fit for public consumption. Or Liah's, if he was reading her wrong. "Oof, hey." He grabbed her foot and tickled the bottom testingly, grinning in the dim light and wings spread for balance. "The top's on the floor. I'll get it in a sec." He wanted to see whether her feet were ticklish. Considering her tendency to go around in flip-flops rather than barefoot, it was possible, at least.
Liah's almost constant flip-flop wear was due to her distaste for having dirty feet, more than anything else, but sadly for her, Rowan had hit upon one of her very few ticklish spots. When he started tickling her foot, she reflexively threw the canister, which landed somewhere on the carpet, and shrieked. It was a muffled shriek, fortunately for the children who were (hopefully) sleeping in the next suite over, but she couldn't hold it back all the same. "I'm injured," she protested, trying to wrest her foot from his grasp. She was trying to pout at him, but that was kind of difficult when she couldn't stop laughing. She scooted herself back on the bed, wondering if the flailing she was doing would dry that aloe cream any faster.
Laughing, right back, Rowan followed her, pushing up to his knees and then climbing up onto the bed after her feet-- and the rest of her. "So'm I. So what?" He was much more enthusiastic, at the moment, about having found someplace she was actually ticklish, and pressing his advantage for at least a couple minutes. "Don't wake up the kids, now...." As he continued tormenting her foot with tickles, trying hard to hang on as she twitched and yanked.
"You're gonna be injured even worse in a minute, then," Liah threatened, her voice coming out breathless as she twisted and pulled to try to get her foot back in her own possession. "'Cause I'm gonna do some toe jujitsu on you!" She snorted, because that sounded really silly. "It's your fault," she added when he told her not to wake the kids. "You're the one making me make noise!" Dammit. If he didn't quit, she was going to pee herself, or possibly fall out of her top. Its thin straps and low v-neck didn't leave much to the imagination anyway.
Though the prospect of her falling out of her top appealed, Rowan let her have her foot back, only so he could take advantage of having her off-balance instead, and him in a position of physical authority, to lean up a little further and plant his mouth on hers. Maybe it was too forward, but then, Rowan had always been a pretty bold young man when it came to affections. He'd had a few girlfriends, mostly casual, and usually because he'd acted on his impulses. Not acting for this long was almost unnatural, but then, Liah was practically family-- the only family he had left, besides Juniper, and now Verity and Jasper-- and he had enough self-control to keep from potentially ruining that on a whim.
But between tiredness, hope for Verity's rescue tomorrow or soon after, and the hint that maybe she was thinking the same thing he had, he figured, what the hell. And kissed her.
One second, Liah was struggling to somehow squirm away from Rowan and make him stop tickling her, and the next, he'd let go of her and was braced above her, his warm mouth on hers. It was a move that shut up her idle threats very quickly and caused her heart to hammer in her chest. Hadn't she been thinking about this on and off for a while now? She had, and she hadn't acted on it for the same reasons Rowan hadn't. Them being friends was non-negotiable, and nothing could spoil that. But having him kiss her made her suddenly warm all over, and she decided she didn't care about any potential complications. She reached for his shoulder in an attempt to pull him down against her, tilted her head to a more comfortable angle and kissed him back. Intensely, open-mouthed and in a way that would leave no doubt in his mind that she definitely wanted to be kissing him.
Oh, well, hey. She was kissing back and pulling him down and hey, he could go with this. Rowan eased himself more comfortably on the bed, propping himself up with one knee and the opposite hand, his wings draped to either side of them like a feathery privacy curtain, while he leaned down into her obviously very willing mouth and buried his other hand in her hair. He was kissing Liah Rainey. Pretty damn intently, actually. He never would've thought of that, before, but now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Liah's uninjured leg curled around his, her other hand wrapped in his hair, and yes, this was a lot more fun than tickling and play-fighting. His body felt warm and solid against hers, and kissing him was as good as she'd hoped for. Maybe better. She wouldn't have confessed to anyone that she'd been considering it as much as she had, but here they were, and she was actually pleasantly surprised that Ro had made the first move. She'd thought she'd have to work her way around to doing it. And she would have, totally. She kept it going until she absolutely, positively had to breathe, and then she parted the seal their mouths had made, her lashes fluttering open very slightly so she could peek at him. Okay, yeah, that had been hot.
Hot was a good word for it, especially with her leg hooked around behind his knee and her hand in his hair, with how energetically she was kissing him-- making out with him. That was definitely making out. Breathless, himself, when she separated them, Rowan pulled his head back the couple more inches it required to actually see her. He had a slightly cocky, slightly incredulous grin on his face. "Thaaaat went better'n I thought it'd go...." Tons better. At worst, he'd expected a smack; at best, surprise and maybe a tentative return of the kiss. Only in his wildest dreams had he considered she'd be that passionate about it.
Liah's half-smile was more than a little coy. "What'd you think was gonna happen?" Surely he wouldn't have just gone for it like that if he thought she'd completely reject his advance. The hand she had on his shoulder slid over to where the pulse beat in the hollow of his neck, and the pads of her fingers caressed him there. She didn't make any attempts to move away, because it felt entirely too nice to be lying beneath him like she was. Her own heartbeat was rapid, and she was thinking strongly about kissing him again. Maybe after he'd answered her question. It'd be pretty rude to ask him something and then stuff his mouth with her tongue, wouldn't it?
"Figured you'd hit me," Rowan said, grin turning a bit lazy at the continued attention. The look on his face and his tone said he wasn't being entirely serious with her, in answer there. Though the thought had crossed his mind, it was an "at worst" sort of scenario, and not as likely as her just pushing him off or her being nervous about it or whatever. He slid down a little, bracing his elbow on the bed next to her, twining his legs around-- er, her good one. Gotta be careful with that, there. "This's okay, then?" You never knew, with girls. It was safer to ask outright.
"I know I'm kinda scary and beat people up a lot," Liah said, completely deadpan. She did hit Ro sometimes, but it was nine-tenths joking when she did. "Don't blame you for being scared." She thought about what she might've expected to happen if she'd been the one who kissed Rowan. A reaction like the one he'd had when she'd started touching his back a few mornings ago, when he'd snapped at her to quit it, complete surprise... or kissing her back. Not that it mattered, at all. Her own smile was bright and warm when he asked her if it was okay. "Yeah," she replied, lowering her lashes so she could watch him from beneath them. "It's okay."
Damn, she looked sexy, looking at him like that. Rowan really shouldn't be thinking of his best-friend-kinda-sister person as sexy, but, well, she was. And had been for a while, he'd just been studiously ignoring it. Now he could enjoy it, rather than chiding himself for thinking it. "It okay if I stay in here tonight then, too?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows in an obvious, jokingly-sexy manner, especially since he didn't imagine they'd really do more than make out. Unless she wanted to. He'd totally go for it if she wanted to. "Even though there's no little girl to comfort?" What he'd do once Juniper was back, of course, he had no idea. Steal Liah away to someplace else, he supposed.
"Totally," Liah replied to his question. "How often will we get to have a bed without Juny in it with us? Once Verity gets back, we'll have to, like... sneak around." She grinned, her expression more than a little wicked. "That could be hot." She absolutely wasn't considering anything that involved Verity not coming back. She wouldn't accept that, so she wasn't even going to think about it. She took a brief pause to kiss Rowan again, running her fingers down one bicep as she did. She didn't figure they'd be doing anything too adventurous tonight either, with as tired and scraped-up as they both were, plus she wanted to make sure they found some rubbers-- if Ro didn't already have some tucked away someplace, that was. But the kissing and touching was very, very nice.
Since sex wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind lately, Rowan didn't have much of anything in the way of protection, or anything at all really. It simply hadn't been something he looked for. So unless he had one or two tucked into his backpack-- which, actually, he might've, but he didn't know-- they were out of luck. That, though, would be on his list to get next time he was out flying....
Of course, he wasn't really thinking about that now, either. He was just thinking about Liah's lips on his, and her hand on his arm, and how he hadn't been kissed like this-- like anything at all, unless you counted chaste sister-kisses from a five year old-- in weeks. Months, even. He slid his free hand back up into her hair, behind her neck, to hold them closer together, opening his mouth to hers almost immediately to taste. He could do this for hours. ... well, okay, probably not hours. He'd have moved on to something more by then. But certainly for a while.
It had been a while for Liah, too. Not months, necessarily. Six, seven weeks? Something like that, if she'd been inclined to actually count it up. She wasn't right then. She was quite busy kissing Rowan and trying to remember if she'd ever kissed someone else who had a tongue stud before. If she had, she couldn't recall it, and she was finding that fairly hot, too. She tried not to get too touchy, as much as she kind of wanted to, because she had no desire to produce potentially winged children at this point in time, and well... everything felt so good that she knew it'd be easy to get carried away. "Should we, like... get into bed instead of hanging over the side?" she asked eventually, slightly breathless. A good idea and a bad one, probably, but they couldn't spend the rest of the night like this.
"Yeah," Rowan said distractedly, his mouth working his way down to her neck and his hands under the hem of her shirt while she was talking instead of kissing. His wings were making a nice little cave around them, a privacy screen of feathers, and kept it even darker between them as it blocked out candlelight. "We should." Except he wasn't really moving. He'd probably require something a bit more forceful to get him focused enough to stop the play and actually get ready for bed, sleep or otherwise.
There'd been times when Liah had thought maybe he was looking at her in a certain way, but of course she could never be sure. She'd figured it could have been her imagination or even wishful thinking at any given time. Right now, though, she was quite sure she had him distracted, and that gave her a little shiver of excitement. His hands beneath the bottom part of her shirt might've helped that along, and she pulled in a hitched breath. It was tough to get up any motivation to move with his mouth against her neck, and she put off saying anything else about it for a minute or two as she focused on just holding on to him and feeling what he was doing to her. "So let's," she said finally, both aroused and amused at the same time.
"Mmmhmm." Did the fact that he needed something a little more forceful escape her notice? Quite possibly. Because he wasn't actually moving yet. Or, well, his hands were moving, further up into her shirt, since she didn't seem to be stopping him, and his mouth was moving on her neck and shoulder, but not really the rest of him.
That was, until his knee supporting him on the bed gave out, and he slid right off and onto the floor.
" ... ow." And then, of course, he started laughing. Softly, but still. Laughing.
Liah almost didn't realize what had happened at first. All she knew was that Rowan's hands were exploring uncharted territory, and she was insanely curious as to whether he was going to actually go for it-- it being her boob, of course-- when suddenly he was gone, landing on the floor with a thud, wings spreading out behind him. She started snorting muffled laughter when he did, because how hysterical was that? "Shiny hotel bedspreads... for the win!" she choked out, pushing herself into a sitting position and hastily yanking one side of her shirt back up over her chest where she'd kind of fallen out. She pushed her hair behind her ears, checked her calf, which yes, was fully dry by now, and got up to yank the covers back, still snickering as she did.
After a moment of laughing, almost uncomfortable laughing because he had to keep it so quiet, Rowan got himself under control again, wiping at his eyes. He'd been so busy, he even missed the brief peep-show. "I guess I oughta take that as a sign," he sighed. "No more making out." He was, of course, only joking. His tone was way too resigned and melancholy to be serious-- and, of course, he'd never agree to something like that. "Sign" or not. He finally started pushing himself to his feet, wincing a bit as the motion pulled at his bandages. Everything seemed to pull at the bandages.
Liah climbed into bed and pulled the sheet and blanket over herself, leaving the hideous (and slippery) bedspread pushed down. "No more making out on surfaces where you could slide off," she corrected him, getting herself settled and the pillow plumped beneath her head just right. She smiled beatifically at him. "Wanna blow out the candles before you get in bed?" There, she'd gotten out of it; she hated the black smoke from the extinguished flame blowing back in her face. Her brows drew together when she saw him wince. "You okay?" she asked.
Considering Rowan knew how much she hated that, he just rolled his eyes and moved to do so, once he was all straightened up again. "Yeah, I'm okay. It's just pulling, but it's gonna do that until it's healed up, so I'd better get used to it, right? And learn how not to do it best as I can." He bent down over one candle and puffed it out, coughed a little, then looked around with a frown. There had to be a faster way... hmmm.
The frown turned into a grin, and he spread his wings, beating them furiously three or four times. Every candle in the room guttered, flared, and went out. "Ha."
"That was really cool," Liah said into the sudden, smoky darkness. "Those wings of yours are pretty useful." Not to mention just plain pretty. She was sure they got in his way sometimes, but he could fly. How many people could say that? "You get to be the official candle-blower-outer." That seemed like a workable plan to her. She sighed and stretched, then curled her legs up slightly as she lay on her side. Almost belatedly, a wide smile crept over her lips.
"I was hoping for a nicer title," Rowan pouted at her, tone clear even if his expression wasn't, then crawled onto the bed next to her, one wing splayed out behind him and the other folding over her. "I mean, I was just about a hero today, you got to make out with me, and all I get is official candle-blower-outer?" Part of him wanted to pick up where they left off, but another part of him was drawn to the idea of sleep. He was so tired, and sore, and the bed was soft and comfortable. He did at least tuck an arm around her, to see silently what she wanted to do.
"Who says you only get one title?" Liah asked him. "Maybe you'll have other ones, too. You should be a little patient." That was a laugh coming from her, she thought wryly, considering she had less patience than anyone except maybe for the kids. She pressed her cheek against his chest and snuggled close when he put his arm around her, but she made no moves to start anything back up. It'd just end up being frustrating, she thought, since as far as she knew, neither of them had any protection. Plus there was the whole tired and scraped-up thing. Occasionally, she could be a little bit practical instead of just going with what she felt like doing.
Apparently they were just going to sleep, then. Rowan could do that. He shut his eyes, since it was pitch black anyway, and sighed, relaxing. "Patient?" he repeated lazily. "Me? Nawww... m'amazed I waited that long to kiss you. Hell, amazed you waited that long. Not like either of us're really known for being patient." They were going to be one hell of a couple; just friends, the doubled impatience was bearable. Together more closely than that... who knew what would happen? It could be fun.
"It is kind of amazing," Liah replied, smiling. Not that he could see it in the dark, but he'd probably hear it in her voice. "I guess the world ending threw us off schedule, or something." She was joking, but she had to wonder if them being put into closer proximity than they were used to had finally gotten them to move along what they might've both been secretly pondering for a while. It was interesting to think about. She muffled a yawn against his chest, then sighed. "You think Verity's gonna kill me 'cause I scratched up his bike a little?" she asked, randomly changing subjects.
"Ver' couldn't kill a fly," Rowan said lightly, eyes still shut, tone sleepy but amused. His fingers idly traced from shoulder to elbow and back again, just for something to do that wasn't dirty. "'Sides, you intimidate him... so he'd be even less likely to kill you. So no, don't think he'll kill you. Might pout a little... s'about it, though." Really, he imagined Verity would just be touched that they tried to find him, and so pleased to be back that he wouldn't really complain about anything at all.
Liah snickered. "I intimidate a lot of people. It's fun." Hopefully Verity wouldn't be too mad at her. She hadn't meant to lay the cycle down, after all. Who'd want to scrape half the skin off their leg? Her eyes had closed, and she fell silent, enjoying the soft glide of his fingers on her bare arm. Sleep was seeming like a terrific idea right about now, she thought. They'd sleep, and then tomorrow they'd see what was next.