Boyd MacFusty agrees that everything is ALRIGHT (attaboyd) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2009-09-23 01:53:00 |
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The sun hadn't even risen yet, but Adelaide Banges's internal clock was tick-tocking inside her head that it was time to get up, and if she didn't right now, she'd be late -- to feed the horses, for breakfast, to get to church on time. With her hair in her face, she rolled over, fully intending to fling herself over the edge of her bed and start the day. But something tall and Boyd-shaped was blocking the way, and, upon opening her eyes, she had to stifle a laugh. Both of them were still in their clothes from the evening before, and the bed's blanket was wrapped awkwardly around the pair of them. His hair was sticking out in ways she'd never imagined before, and after fighting the urge to wake him up, Addie wiggled and shimmied her way out of bed as quietly as she could so as to not disturb him. An hour and three fed and cleaned horses later, she'd convinced herself that she could skip church just this once and crawl back into bed. Though Addie felt she needed a shower, she decided to check on Boyd before heading off to do just that. Her door only creaked a little as she poked her head in. After shutting it behind her, she scurried across the floor, pulled the covers back and climbed in. Then, after a little deliberation, she scooted closer until she could feel his warm breath on her forehead. It was a talent of Boyd's that he could sleep through nearly anything. Rosie could attest to that one every Christmas morning when she'd be up at some ungodly hour, bolting into everyone's room to shake them awake, and generally succeeding. Except with her oldest brother, who'd swat her away, roll over, and keep on sleeping right until she shoved him clear off the bed itself. It was ceremony in the MacFusty house, really. Christmas didn't really begin until Boyd's swears were carried to the rest of the family already seated around the table in the kitchen. And then there was Nessie, who'd discovered that breakfast tended to follow once Boyd was awake, and had started a habit of climbing on his chest and catching her talons in his ribs. The short of it was that waking up a Boyd MacFusty required some variation of throttling or jabbing. ...Unless it was about that time his own internal clock started ringing, which happened to be right about when Addie had scooted over. He reached up a hand, rubbing at his eyes before even opening them, and when his view was clear... "Addie?" All right, that was different. His next question was going to be what she was doing in his bed, when his still-clamoring to alertness mind began to recall the night before. A mellow grin stretched across his mouth. Her bed. Right. "Shhh," she whispered, putting a finger to his lips and closing her eyes. All right, so she wasn't about to fall back asleep, but that didn't mean she couldn't linger in bed a little longer. Especially not when Boyd was there. A grin took shape on her lips, curling her mouth in a dopey, love-struck fashion. Addie thought, somewhere in the back of her head, that she should be a little bit worried about moving as fast as it appeared they were. Meeting up for lunch and breaks to snog and chat, falling asleep in the same bed. Greta and Meredith were going to bombard her as soon as Boyd left later. With that in mind, she grabbed a hold of the blanket and threw it over both of their heads, biting her lip to stifle another fit of the giggles. She was falling hard and fast for Boyd MacFusty, but still, she couldn't even be arsed to worry about it. The more consciousness was gripping Boyd, the more he could discern the look on Addie's face as something like the one he felt on his own. It was late when she asked him to come over, and after talking a bit with Greta and Meredith, they'd wound up in her bedroom. He could remember weaving in and out, thinking maybe it was time to be going back home, and then... Well. He didn't. And he'd slept in his day clothes, which was wholly stifling, actually. Christ. Argh. But that small discomfort was mostly shelved. Light was filtering in through the blanket, casting them both in a warm red. It was Sunday morning. Neither of them had a place to be. And, really, there was something about Addie that kept Boyd grinning, regardless of all else. "All right -- what's with the quiet an' the hidin'?" he asked. "Nothing with it really. I just want you to myself for a little bit longer," she answered in a raspy whisper. There was some twisting and turning, and then two solid clunks as Addie's shoes hit the floor. That accomplished, Addie snuggled up against his chest, nuzzling his neck a little. "Is that okay? I mean, if you want to walk out there and answer all of Greta's questions, be my guest... But I was going to make breakfast in a little bit." He'd lifted his arm, allowing her to get in nice and close. If she needed any answer about this being okay, then that would probably have sufficed, but being equal parts a talker, Boyd nodded. "Did ye hear me sayin' t'stop?" he replied around a smirk. Maybe it was just the mood and the lighting, but a thought had struck Boyd just then. Waking up to this... he could really get used to it. And, yeah, it wasn't even that long since he'd even first asked her out -- but as he leaned in a bit to try and level his taller, lankier frame with hers, resting his chin atop her head, it was hard to pretend like that mattered. "'m good stayin' right here, Dee." Adelaide squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers curling around the front of his shirt. Breakfast was looking more like brunch at the moment. She wasn't in the habit of having lazy Sundays, not until after Sunday church and all the chores were finished. Then she'd lounge around with Greta or Meredith, if either of them were home, or she'd do something relaxing. Like baking or going for a ride on one of the horses. "Dee?" she laughed under her breath. "Since when did you start calling me Dee? And now I feel the urge to give you a nickname. That doesn't involve John, I mean. I could call you Loch Lachlan, but that sort of defeats the purpose of a nickname. You know, for it to be shorter." Boyd's brows tugged upward. Hadn't realised he'd said that one out loud, but in his mind he'd gotten into the habit of thinking of her as Dee. God knew it was half laziness when it came to most of the English language and proper nouns, but somehow it stuck. "Since... now?" he asked, if not a bit uncertainly, his hand tracing little circles into her back. The way she was curled up, he couldn't have stolen the kiss he thought was suitable in that moment -- not without making them both shift around. "Course if ye'd rather Addie -- an', I mean, it's 'not like ye can shorten Boyd, but good luck if ye're willin' t'try." "No, no. Dee's good. I like it," she assured him, nodding and bumping the top of her head against his chin. "Kind of funny, making a nickname out of a nickname, but I think it's suits. Don't you?" What sort of nickname could she give him? There were the obvious ones that she planned to torture hm with so long as he let her: John, Lachlan, Smith. She wanted something that wouldn't make him feel awful deep down. It was funny now, but Addie could see the constant use of it messing things up. "I could call you B. Just the letter B. It would go with Dee. We'd rhyme and everything. How ridiculous is that?" His teeth clacked together, but fortunately his tongue wasn't in the way. Still, retaliation meant Addie couldn't blame him for ducking her head beneath his jaw, as he replied, "Suits, yeah." And he could feel her voice in his chest -- a weird sort of thing -- as she was talking. It was different in that it wasn't snogging, but it was still... Boyd searched himself for the right word, but drew up short. All he knew what the this morning, he had nothing to complain about. "Pretty ridiculous, no' gonna lie," he answered through that unquitting-smile. "But I like it." He snuck his other arm underneath Addie, easily encircling her into a more proper embrace. "What're ye doin' down there anyway?" "B and Dee. B-Dee. Beady. We're beady Boyd. Do you really want to be Beady?" Addie laughed, wrestling her arms out from their strangled positions. Arms finally free, they moved around him. Merlin, she hoped that Greta and Meredith didn't get the wrong idea about Boyd staying the night in her room. She liked Boyd -- quite a lot actually -- but it had only been a few weeks. Dear Merlin, was that it? It seemed like a much longer time, and the only thing she could think of was that she saw him more often than she'd seen anyone else she might have dated (Werewolf!). "Your shirt smells like me, but I have no idea what you mean by what am I doing down 'there.'" Addie had earned a snort of laughter for her whimsy, as Boyd tugged the blankets down. Her cuddling up next to him or not, a bit of fresh air was always welcome. Besides, in the light of day pouring in through her window, she was much easier to see. Well, insomuch as he could see her. It was much more that she was beneath his fingers than in his eyes, he knew. "Tryin' t'take me jaw out," he replied, although his tone wasn't an offended one. "So... was thinkin'," he kept on. "You an' me, here. This means we're a proper set now?" "I was just nodding; didn't mean to take out your jaw. It's a nice jaw and all," she said, taking the blanket's removal as a sign that it was time to start detaching. But then his suggestion that they were a set caught her off-guard enough that she jerked back to look at him, a rather dumb-founded look on her face. Blinking, she ventured, "A set of what exactly? I-I mean, I'm not saying no, but I just want to know what I'm signing up for." Vaguely uncomfortable, Addie felt lead settle in her stomach. She hadn't meant that to sound like she was pushing toward something -- hell, she wasn't going to THINK what that something could be -- which was why she'd asked the stupid question. "Ye know," Boyd tried, lifting his top-most arm and drawing it around in a circle, fingers outstretched at the ceiling. It was actually pretty hard to talk with his hands when there was an Addie in the way. "Been 'round two weeks now, an'... well..." He lowered his arm again, hand sweeping away Addie's hair from her face. Maybe they ought to be thinking about getting up -- Merlin, he'd hear it from his parents if he didn't send them word soon -- but Boyd felt it'd happen sooner or later. No rush. "Kinda thought that since we've gotten past the whole spendin' the night thing that --" And here he raised his brows. "Maybe that makes ye more than the girl I'm seein'? A girlfriend, say." Red cheeks and bitten lip, Adelaide couldn't hide her pleasure at that. Oh, she knew that it was too quick somewhere deep down. There might be a few people questioning if she even liked Remus or Boyd, but they could all take a flying leap. She knew what she felt. Addie pulled back to look at him, making certain that he wasn't pulling her leg before she answered. "Do you want me to be?" Boyd wasn't quite on the same page about timing. Too quick would've been if it were only those two weeks, but he'd known Addie for about two months prior. If he could label that as anything, slow would've been the choice. Of course, stuff got in the way -- fake names, Lupins, and... more fake names -- but no use dragging that around the mud when the moment right now didn't ask him to do anything more than to look at Addie and give her a nod. "Yeah," he answered while trying to discern if the look on her face was hopeful of that answer or not. At this close a distance, everything was a bit out-of-focus, though he could swear he'd gotten the right response out. Impatiently, she waited for the shoe to drop, but she was ever hopeful that the answer would be yes. She propped her head on her hand, elbow flattening down one of her pillows. By the time he actually got the word out, she was flat out grinning. "Well, if I'm your girlfriend, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to demand that you're my boyfriend," she told him, trying for offhanded and coming up too enthusiastic. Bugger it all, she thought to herself, tilting her head and planting a soft kiss on Boyd's lips. Breakfast was simply going to have to wait. |