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Tweak says, "Hugs not Drugs!"

Jaime Elizabeth Davies (i_find) wrote in ipswich_rpg,
@ 2010-01-24 15:30:00

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!complete, 2010 01, dug, jaime davies, james potter, malcolm reynolds, sirius black

RP: Days Off
Who: Jaime, James, Dug, Mal, Sirius
Where: Their house
When: Late afternoon, January 24, 2010
Rating/Warning: Smut once Mal shows up
Summary: Jaime and James are chillin' and watching movies
Status: Complete

Jaime was stretched out on the couch, her head resting on James' thigh. Her eyes were half-closed, but she was listening to the TV, which was the important part. Or the annoying part, since James was so fascinated with randomly changing the channel.

At one point, she'd stolen the remote and shoved it down her shirt, assuming he wouldn't go after it. She forgot he had a wand and she'd very nearly gotten a bruise on her chin when the remote came zipping out of her shirt.

She was not amused - James found it hysterical.

So she'd given up on trying to put a stop to his remote flippery and just ... chilled while they waited for Sirius to come back in from tinkering with his bike, or someone else to interrupt the otherwise peaceful afternoon.

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the_grim
2010-01-25 02:20 am UTC (link)

"Con... consideration ... this sounds vaguely familiar, but I can't quite place it," he feigned confusion before he shook his head, "So I'm going to guess that I cannot muster up any, no."

Trying to picture James in a skirt and blouse, he snorted a laugh and shook his head. "On second thought, mate, you should just stick to being a bloke, preferably naked." He wondered if he could get James excited while Jaime's head was on his lap and if she'd move then, but for the moment decided not to pursue it.

"Do you want us to help you find a bloke, then? We have excellent taste. We'll have you getting some in no time," he assured her helpfully as his fingers played in James' hair.

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i_find
2010-01-25 02:25 am UTC (link)

She snorted. "Why am I not surprised," she quipped in response to Sirius' admission he wasn't considerate. "And no, no need to help me find someone." Because if they found someone, she'd just fuck it up anyway.

While she'd been toying with the idea of getting in touch with Eddie again, she kept thinking better of it ... though as time rolled on, she was finding fewer and fewer reasons not to. He was here, passing through, and he probably wouldn't say no to a good hard fuck ... and she doubted there'd be any strings involved.

"Being a naked bloke," James repeated slowly. "Think that's something best managed in the privacy of our bedroom. Or a shower, yeah? Think you could use one, mate."

James grinned and nudged Jaime's head out of the way so he could start to work himself off the couch. As much as he appreciated Jaime and the TV, he hadn't seen his mate in hours and was inclined to spend some quality time with him.

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the_grim
2010-01-25 02:48 am UTC (link)

Sirius glanced down at himself, but certainly wasn't going to argue a shower if James was offering to take one with him ... or even if he was just going to be naked in bed waiting for him when he got out. "Suppose you're right. Someone said I smell like a garage."

He didn't think it was a bad smell, really, but again, not arguing.

Pushing up to his feet, he stretched his arms above his head and glanced down at James with a grin. "C'mon, then. You know how that shower gives me trouble."

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i_find
2010-01-25 02:54 am UTC (link)

"You do." She said with an arched brow. "You smell like oil and possibly sweat." With James off the couch, Jaime readjusted herself and sighed slightly. This, of course, left her vulnerable to invasions of the Mal variety, but she was tired of camping out in her room when she wasn't at work.

"Suppose that seals it, mate," James said with a soft laugh as he slipped an arm around Sirius' waist to head with him toward the shower. They could get cleaned up, then get all sweaty again, and have to have another shower.

Or pass out in bed. Whichever came first.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-25 07:27 am UTC (link)

Mal wasn't sure if he'd be more comfortable with Dug following him around if Dug was an actual dog to be honest. He was pretty sure half of the unnerving was the person aspect. As the critter, he could wrap his head around it a bit better, but a full grown human wandering around and acting... pretty much like a child was just a bit too much for him, Master or no.

He slid the door to the house open, and Dug darted past him excitedly. Mal swore he still hadn't quite figured out that he could open up doors yet, because it seemed every time he opened one, Dug raced through it. Pinching his nose, he moved into the house and saw Jaime sitting on the couch.

He swallowed heavily, before he decided that he would have to face this sooner or later, and that continuing to prolong the awkward wasn't helping anyone, so he moved toward her, pasting a smile on his face.

"Hey," he bit back a darling. Maybe it wasn't appropriate anymore. Maybe it would do nothing more than get him into trouble. "What're you upto?"

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i_find
2010-01-25 02:49 pm UTC (link)

Jaime gestured to the TV at Mal's question. She'd stuck it on some animated movie with talking ponies that was probably funnier to her than it should be. "Reliving my childhood," she replied before she tipped her head back to the hall. "James and Sirius are probably in the shower if you were thinking about heading up that way."

Well, it was polite to warn him, wasn't it, that the main bathroom was occupied? And to kind of be amused if he reacted to the pair of them showering together. Not that it was exactly uncommon anymore, but it still made her grin.

She did wonder where Dug had gone off to, but maybe he was looking for the squirrel again. "What're you up to?" she replied without actually turning her attention from the TV.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-28 07:43 am UTC (link)

His expression took on one of great displeasure - because of the public displays that the boys took, and their lack of concern with locking doors more than the fact that it was two boys kissing. He really could care less about that part. "Ai-yah. Tyen-ah, have they got no shame?" he muttered before starting to ease into one of the chairs near the couch.

He got a sudden flash of a similiar situation where they'd been sitting like that, and changed his mind, moving to sit on the arm of the couch instead. Closer to her, sure, but maybe that would help to dissolve some of the awkward tension.

"Not up'ta much," he said with a roll of his shoulders. "Dug has taken t'huntin' squirrels now - reckon we got lil'Lily t'thank fer that one. He seems t'think that he can catch another one. Reckon she helped him more'n he knows with the first, but it don't seem to stop him."

It was barely detectable, but there was a small note of affection in Mal's voice.

"You been sittin' in here all day?" he asked. "Y'know, if y'wanted to go out, m'sure one of the boys'd be happy t'escort you, so's you don't have t'deal with any of them monster folk running around."

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i_find
2010-01-28 02:58 pm UTC (link)

"Pretty sure they're missing their shame gene," Jaime agreed. She tipped her head back as he moved closer, but didn't say anything about it. She was growing increasingly preoccupied with how to fix them; unfortunately, that wasn't an area in which she had much practice. Or any, really. She avoided things like that, not encouraged them.

"If he brings another one into the house, there shall be words," Jaime threatened. Oddly, she couldn't decide if a dead or a live squirrel was worse. Weren't squirrels destructive? But the dead ones wound up in people's beds.

She shrugged to his question. "No. I was at work earlier and just crashed here to keep James company while Sirius was working on his bike. But they're gone so now I'm all alone. Except not, because now you're here. It's like a cycle of guys."

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-29 05:08 am UTC (link)

He rubbed his face to hide the smirk. "Don't know that he can catch one on his own, so I wouldn't worry," the 'darlin' caught on his tongue, and he smiled a little bit instead, turning his head to stare at the TV, but he didn't really focus on it. He mostly just saw colours.

"Suppose I could head out if y'wanted," he said, moving as though he was trying to get up - but it was probably obvious that he was just kidding. "Could go find Neytiri if you was lookin' for some girl company? Or I could send a note t'Kaylee if y'wanted somebody else," he wondered if she still didn't like Neytiri very much, or if she'd gotten over that. "Or... m'sure there's someone else you could talk to."

He needed to get out more. He was pretty sure that Jaime wouldn't get much out of girl time with River, and he didn't think there was anyone else that he could just message out of the blue. She likely knew more people that she could call up, for that matter.

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i_find
2010-01-29 05:15 am UTC (link)

Jaime snorted. She bet he could go find Neytiri. "Not really interested in her sort of company," she admitted. She was still dodging the alien-turned-human, thank you very much.

"Why're you trying to push girls onto me?" she inquired, head tipped back to regard him upside down-ily. "I mean, you don't have to hang around if you don't want to, but don't bring other people into our house," she continued before she snorted. Especially not super-cheerful girls.

Man. Why couldn't she find someone here like Sarah? Or even Katie, for all her pretentious snobbery. Not that Katie was all that pretentious after you got past her walls.

Maybe she needed to find girls to be friends with. Maybe they'd have some advice on this stupid effing situation she'd wound herself up into.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-29 06:27 am UTC (link)

"Well, y'said it was a never-endin' flow of boys," he said with a shrug. "Figured you was hinting that you could use some girl time and was offerin' my suggestions."

He paused. "Then again, I dunno. Mayhaps it wasn't a complaint. Can't say I rightly know one way or the other."

He did manage to refrain from saying anything bitter about why she may prefer the company of boys to girls, and what she may have been doing with the boys that she had been running into all afternoon - he knew it was taking it out of context, and was only because he was bitter because she'd been shutting him out when he'd been enjoying getting to know her, simply because he'd admitted to liking her as more than a friend. It was difficult though.

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i_find
2010-01-29 06:36 am UTC (link)

"It was a statement," Jaime murmured, shrugging against the couch. "I didn't mind their company. At least not until they started making out. Snogging. Whatever. You know, rubbing it in that I'm not getting any." Which was frustrating, because it was a self-imposed deal, and every time Mal started talking to her, she wanted to jump him, but things were so incredibly fucked up in her head that she wasn't sure if having sex with him would permanently rupture everything, or if it would somehow make things better.

"I suppose I should look on the bright side that they're the only ones fucking and that I'm pretty sure they invited me to join them." James, at least, had made a few not-entirely-joking-jokes about her heading upstairs with them.

Which she'd declined.

Because of Mal.

Who she was not getting any from, either.

Yes, she definitely needed to sort this out.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-29 06:52 am UTC (link)

He glanced down at her. "What about that... guy you were seeing. The what's-his-name," Mal was pretty sure he'd never gotten a name, but he couldn't remember now if they'd ever established if Jaime even knew it. "Thought that since you didn't want..."

He cleared his throat. "Mean t'say that thought that since we'd..."

Well... he didn't know what they'd decided, did he? Now he was just getting himself all confuzzled.

"Mean t'say that I figured that you'd... have... y'know... gone and... got t'know him better, since you was so excited about that last week."

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i_find
2010-01-29 07:01 am UTC (link)

Jaime shrugged. She honestly hadn't ever sought him out again. Not that she hadn't left the house loudly announcing that that was where she'd been headed ... but she never actually had.

"Eddie," she clarified for Mal's benefit. "Was his name."

She sort of wished that Mal would just ... kiss her. Claim her. Stop pussyfooting around her. But she imagined she'd scared him off of even thinking about doing anything like that. Why yes, she had sabotaged this relationship in any way she could before it even had a chance to think about starting.

Shrugging, Jaime flipped through the channels until she landed on a western. One of the older ones, kind of cheesy, but whatever. It had guns and horses and it should catch Mal's attention so he stopped paying attention to the things she didn't want to talk about.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-29 07:40 am UTC (link)

"Righ'," he said, momentarily distracted by the TV. He chortled once, shook his head, mumbled something to the effect of 'that's not what would have happened' and settled back on the couch, amused.

His hand strayed subconsciously, and he started to stroke her head gently before he realized what he was doing and stopped himself. She'd made her feelings very........... well vague, but they weren't together and he didn't have a right to be touching her like that.

... And then he realized they'd been talking, and she'd changed the channel. He was slow sometimes.

"If y'don't want t'talk about it, tha's fine," he said. "But if we could get rid of all've this awkward 'tween us, that'd be swell, darlin'."

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i_find
2010-01-29 03:00 pm UTC (link)

"I don't want to talk about it," Jaime insisted. Because it hadn't felt nice, at all, when he'd stroked her hair. Nope.

"Besides, it's not my fault you're all awkward around me," she continued. "I mean, what'd I ever do to make it awkward?" She was perfectly aware that her logic was horrifically flawed, but that didn't mean she had any plans to change her tune.

She did sit up though, so he could join her on the couch rather than perching on the arm of it like he was doing. Though after she moved, she wondered if he'd take the hint and join her, or if he was going to take off. Honestly, she wasn't sure which would be preferable - unless they were actually going to sort their shit out ... soon.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-30 05:37 am UTC (link)

"Nothin'," he conceded, glancing down when she moved and for a minute he thought she was ditching him. He glared before he realized she was just moving, and then he felt guilty, offering her a nod before easing himself down onto the couch. He did wince a bit - some of his muscles were still acting up. "Nothin' in particular, at least. Reckon the stuff you was doin' is the sort of way you youngin's court nowadays. I don't..." he sighed.

"I'd rather have it out one way or t'other," he said finally. "Whether you want t'try somethin', or not, I just wanna know, 'cause I feel like you've been avoidin' me since this whole drama started, an' I'd like t'be able to spend time with you again."

He paused. "Or maybe I got that wrong too. I don' know Jaime, I'm not cut out for this whole relationship thing. I'm more partial to the space kind."

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i_find
2010-01-30 05:54 am UTC (link)

She couldn't make herself tell him she didn't want to try something. But she couldn't make herself tell him that she did, either. Which left her in an uncomfortable, awkward, silent place. She did want to try something, but she was scared. Kind of terrified.

But did it matter? If she was already in so deep that she wasn't fucking other people, shouldn't she at least be fucking him?

Instead, she opted to respond to the wince. "You do know where the Advil is, right?" she inquired, brows elevating. It did kind of make her wonder what he'd gotten up to that he was still aching from it. Unless he'd done something new since the first time, which wouldn't surprise her in the least.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-30 09:11 am UTC (link)

He kind of pinched his nose. "You don't want to talk about it. All right," he said quietly, turning his eyes to the television.

He really wasn't sure what he was supposed to do here. Was he supposed to keep pushing, was he supposed to let go? He couldn't tell if she was trying to hint that she wasn't really interested, that it had all been a game for her, or if she was just trying to make him stop because of her own insecurities. He honestly couldn't tell, and he was getting tired of spinning in circles about it.

"Yeah, I know where th'Advil is," he said, looking at the TV. He shifted on the couch, starting to get up. "Might go get some. You want anythin' while I'm up?" he paused. "Or should I jus' leave y'to your thoughts?"

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i_find
2010-01-30 05:52 pm UTC (link)

Jaime closed her eyes and wondered just how many more times she'd get to fuck up before he quit entirely, just gave up on her. Which ... was par for the course, wasn't it? People giving up on her?

"Stay," she mumbled as she started to get off the couch. "I'll go get it. And take your shirt off," she added with a touch of a grin. "I can at least rub your shoulders for you."

No, she didn't want to talk about it, because talking just fucked things up, but maybe there were other ways to get around this. Like doing. Didn't actions speak louder than words or some shit like that?

Hopefully before he had a chance to protest or reply or question, Jaime had padded out toward the stairs. She'd snag her bottle of baby oil and the Advil and a glass of water and ... see where things went from there. That, at any rate, was the plan.

Returning with the required items, she glanced at him to see if he had taken his shirt off or not.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-31 01:41 am UTC (link)

Huh. He kind of half smiled when she told him to stay and got up to go get the medication for him. Maybe he wasn't fucking this up as much as he thought he was. He could hope, right?

He eased his suspenders off his shoulders, and undid the buttons on his shirt, but didn't remove it entirely because it occurred to him that he was in the middle of the living room, and perhaps they should move somewhere that was less public.

Though maybe not. Maybe this was how it was done in this day and age. He still wasn't sure he wanted to be sitting on the couch half naked though. He did glance up as she returned, offering her a slight sheepish expression.

"Here, or... were we headed somewhere else?"

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i_find
2010-01-31 01:56 am UTC (link)

"Your call," she said as she handed him the drugs and the water, her eyes flicking over what she could see of his body. "The boys are going to be in their room though," she pointed out. Which left Dug and Neytiri, but who the hell knew what they were up to.

"Worried someone might see you half undressed with a barely legal Jaime groping all over your back?" she teased him before she shrugged. "If you'd rather go upstairs, that's fine."

She, of course, would have no qualms at all about having at it on the couch, if that was the way things went. She wasn't picking about locations.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-31 03:37 am UTC (link)

"Don' much mind that part," he said, slowly starting to shed his shirt after a bit of hesitation. "Wouldn't want to scar anyone with the image, though." There had been more than a few times that he'd come close to scarring himself with the two boys, and he wondered if it was a mite hypocritical of him to be about to engage in similar activities with Jaime.

Not that he thought that they'd get much further than the massage, but at this point he wasn't sure he wanted to rule anything out.

He downed a couple of pills, not much liking the taste of them and - if anyone cared - taking more than the recommended dosage because he was used to stronger things. He'd have to have a chat with the Doc, see if he had anything stronger up at the hospital that he could offer, but this'd do for now. And then he looked up at Jaime.

"Don' think I don' 'preciate this, but if you're tired from work and would rather not get your hands dirty on my old wrink'ly shoulders, I won't hold it 'gainst you," he said. Not that he thought she'd offer if she wasn't willing, just that he felt it was polite to give her a last out. Because who knew where they'd get to once she started.

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i_find
2010-01-31 04:45 am UTC (link)

Jaime rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't scar anyone here. I don't think anyone here hasn't seen it," she continued as she gestured for him to lay down on the couch. It was low enough that she could kneel beside it and still give him a more or less effective massage, so she did just that while he settled.

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't up for it," Jaime pointed out. "I mean, when have you ever known me, ever, to do anything I didn't want to do?"

Shaking her head, she grinned slightly. "Honestly, Mal," she chastised him even as she flipped the cap of her baby oil. Tipping some into her palm, she rubbed her palms together before stroking them over his back - assuming he'd laid down like a good boy.

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accordingtoplan
2010-01-31 07:37 am UTC (link)

"What, you groping my half naked back?" he asked, though he did move to lay on the couch, shifting a bit until he was comfortable. After a second, he pulled a couple of cushions he wasn't using and offered them to her. If she was going to sit next to the couch... well. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable. "What, you took captures of that? Posted 'em around so folks would know?" there was a definite grin in his voice that indicated he was kidding.

"Honestly," he agreed quietly, his eyes half closing at the feel of her hands on his back - and not just because she was good at this. Because it felt good to have her touching him.

His head turned towards her, a bit of a lazy expression on his face as he smiled. "Don' matter either way, I suppose. Let'em watch."

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