Eisen Sprague is a crafty bugger (loudandclear) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-02-07 11:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | february 2011 |
WHO: Eisen and Lexie
WHAT: Getting lewd with the food (thanks to Rory's interference)?
WHERE: Eisen’s. Because that’s different.
WHEN: Backdated to February 6th, after this.
RATING: S for Sexytiems. AKA sorta high. XD
Betting. Gambling on how long they would last. Because it wasn’t bad enough that Eisen was his own worst enemy, he definitely needed other people trying to drag him down. But this wasn’t about him. It was about Lexie and people’s vendettas that was apparently so personal that they saw fit to ‘knock her down.’ Give it up for Cait and her crew of halfwits. Just when Eisen found a shred of happiness, people had to remind him exactly how fleeting it would most likely be, if his luck served him correctly. He refused to give this much more thought. They didn’t deserve it.
It was sort of odd, to think that it had already been over a month since he and Lexie had gotten together, for multiple reasons. First of all, and the least sleazy-sounding of the two, time always felt like it went by faster when he was with her. Days seemed like hours, hours like minutes and minutes like seconds. Before they knew it, it would be two months that they’d been together. The surrealism of it all hadn’t worn off in the slightest. The second reason that the ‘month’ had surprised him made him ashamed. But… his frustration hadn’t ebbed. They’d talked about it, of course, and decided that it was best to wait. Rushing always led to bad things and blah, blah… Eisen agreed, of course. Especially after all the drama that day, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. If anything, that made it worse.
He was having trouble focusing on a lot of things, and as he looked at his Italian textbook, all he could think about was how close they’d come on his birthday. His birthday. A whole god damned week-and-a-half ago, and it was still hard to focus. You’re better than this, Eisen. Really. And besides, she wants to wait. Take a cold shower or something.
Or gather stuff to make cookies, he thought, pulling himself to his feet and walking out to the kitchen. Motivation, usually not in Eisen’s vocabulary, though, couldn’t have been further from his mind as he looked through his cupboards for things to make cookies when Lexie got here. Closing his eyes and taking a steadying breath, he tried desperately to find some semblance of calm before Lexie got there.