Lover Quarrels Who: Evan and Dorcas... Again. Sorry guys. Where: Dorcas's house. When: Sometime after six PM WHY? We don't know! We're SORRY. Warning: NSFW
Hurray! Evan was going to stay at her place this time around and Elizabeth had finally given in that she was going to see the boy whether he was disapproved of or not. So Dorcas had counted out very quickly then driven like a mad woman to beat Evan to her place. Even though he had to stop at his place first. Whatever. She still had to straighten up as much as her many stacks of books and small space would allow. Leaving the door unlocked for him probably wasn't the smartest idea but she knew she'd likely get absorbed in something and disappear in her home somewhere.
Which was exactly what happened. She'd disappeared into what should have been the spare bedroom upstairs but what was actually an office plus standing piano. And while she had been dusting, she'd ended up getting distracted by trying to play chopsticks with actual chopsticks. It was a talent she had yet to actually perfect.
Evan did knock, but no one answered, so he tried turning the knob - which was open. "Oh, shit. You shouldn't have done that." he said softly to himself as he came into the house and sat his things down by the entry way. It was about that time that he headed through the house, glancing around. He could hear the sound of chopsticks... sort of and knew that Dorcas was at least alive, so he went in the opposite direction of the sound of the music.
She'd been going at it for like... Fifteen minutes and just couldn't do the two handed playing of Chopsticks with chopsticks. Oh well. Maybe she wasn't as coordinated as she hoped. Having no idea that Evan was here because her house was surprisingly vacant of spirits, she pushed back on the rolling chair and slid across the floor which was covered in a large carpet protector. Over to her computer where she started up her music player... She didn't set a specific song so it started with Judy Garland and 'The Trolley Song'. Dorcas was a sucker for films like that... Searching through her desk, she realized her pencil and paper was in her room so she got up to go get it. Dun dun DUN.
He'd been snooping and heard the sound of her walking towards the room he was in, her bedroom and he stepped out of it. "You know, you really suck." he told the girl. "You hid all the porn and all the vibrators and everything. That's so not fair." Evan complained, pouting.
Dorcas half-shrieked in surprised and hope the neighbors didn't hear. "Jesus Christ! Learn to announce yourself!" She didn't mind that he'd just walked in. He could do that. But that he snuck around and decided it would be a good idea to scare her? So not Kosher. "Yes, I did hide that stuff. And very well. You'll never find it."
"Well you suck." Evan told her again. "And I'm sorry but you were all playing around and stuff and I didn't want to disturb you and... well I wanted to snoop." he admitted. "You can't blame me for that, you know you snooped too."
"At least you knew I was in your house," she sniffed a little, pushing past him. "I knew you'd try to snoop anyhow which is why I hid practically everything." The room was still kind of a mess and at least the curtains were still drawn around her overly ornate four poster canopy bed. It looked like it belonged in some Victorian manor or a castle to be honest. The heavy black curtains blocked out all the light so she could sleep in when she needed to. It was lovely.
Papers were scattered everywhere and it looked like various journals were scattered as well though they were all empty despite being open to pages. Pencils were nestled in each open book. Dorcas threw back the curtains on her bed revealing maroon and gold uber fancy sheets... And a pad of paper and pencil which she grabbed. "I'm just better at ferreting away things than you I guess. Girls are evil geniuses. Admit it." Only she had forgotten a brand new bag, tucked away in a corner. Oh well.
Evan hadn't had much time to look around the room before she'd entered, but it was about the time that she threw the curtains back that he caught sight of the bag in the corner and carefully backed himself towards it, reaching down and opening it up. He arched a brow at the contents, pulling out a set of hand cuffs and holding them out with one hand, bag still clutched in the other. "Looks like you forgot something."
She looked over her shoulder at what he'd found and stared for a moment... Oh shit. Whoops. Dorcas surged forward and tried to grab the bag out of his hand so he couldn't go through the rest of it, "Yes well... Those are new. Obviously." She was turning very pink and she wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or something else.
He held the handcuffs over her head so she couldn't get to those and then made a grab for the bag and pulled it out of her hand, not much caring about those handcuffs now as he peeked into the bag. "Ooh, what's this?" he asked, grinning as he pulled the fabric from the sack.
Dorcas just grabbed it right back, yanking it out of his hands and backing away. Her outfit. Her bag. He could keep the cuffs. "If you're going to be mean, you don't get to know." And she started towards her closet to shove it far back inside. "I need to study. Not indulge you," she was sounding extremely snooty which meant that she was faking it and being obvious about it.
Evan pouted at her and sank down to his knees. Which was funny in and of itself because he was almost as tall as her even on his knees. "Baby, please?" he fake-begged. "You know you wanna show me. Come on..."
"No and even if I did, I'd have to kick you out of my room." She held the cloth behind her back, pressed to the closet door. God, it was so weird how he was still so damned... Gigantic even on his knees. Crazy tall boyfriends - Hell, crazy tall men were just weird. She liked it.
"Why?" he questioned, still pouting. "I've already seen everything you got anyway. Why'd you wanna kick me out?" Evan asked the girl.
"Oh that's really appealing to say," she pouted in turn although her's really was kind of disappointed and sad. Not fake and crocodile tear-like. "It was supposed to be a surprise for the trip but now I might just take it back."
Evan frowned up at her and slid his arms around her waist, not getting up from the floor, but instead pulling her body against him and turning his head so he could rest it against her chest. "You don't gotta take it back. If you don't wanna show me til the trip you don't have to. And just for the record. I love everything that you've got. Just in case you weren't aware of that."
She slid her fingers through his hair, unable to really help herself since he was just perfect level for being pet like a puppy. Sighing heavily, she thought for a moment. It came down to the age old question of homework vs. teasing a young male... What to do, what to do. "If you really want to see, you have to let me change. Alone."
He supposed that was good enough. He'd get to see her in the outfit. Whatever it was. "Okay." he said. "But, I get to buy you an outfit before the trip and you have to wear it for me while we're there." Evan offered up. "Deal? No matter how crazy or super sexy it is?"
Well that was putting a lot of faith in his choice... And he'd have to peek at the size of her clothing which was actually kind of embarrassing despite it all. She thought for a moment, "Agreed. Now get out."
Evan smiled a little at that and got up from his knees, stealing a little kiss before heading out of the room. Now he'd have to do a little shopping. Yay shopping.
Yay shopping? What kind of guy was he? Then again, this was dirty shopping so okay then. Anyhow. Once he was out of the room, she went over and locked the bedroom door with an audible click. Taking a bracing breath, she changed... An asymmetrical black skirt with a zipper in the front replaced her jeans and matching halter top with a high collar replaced her high necked shirt which had been hiding the bite mark from before. She finished it off with cloth bracers that had D-rings hanging from them. When she was all changed, she unlocked the door, opened it just slightly then very quickly dove behind the curtains on her bed. Just so they would move and he would think she was there for she slipped out the other side to be extra sneaky. Mwahahaha.
He walked into the room, catching sight of the curtains moving and took the few steps towards the bed, reaching out for the curtains to pull them back. "Playing hide and seek there, baby?" he asked as he pulled them back and found... nothing. "Baby?"
She came up from behind him and pushed so he would fall forward on to the mattress and have to turn and look at her... So she took up a pose. Sort of. Just placing her hands on her hips, sort of on her toes just a little to make herself seem taller. It would have been easier with heeled shoes but who wanted shoes right now? Not her.
He did fall forward and he rolled over just in time to catch her pose. He swallowed and let his eyes move over the girl. "Wow..." he breathed, biting his bottom lip. Evan was beginning to think she should just model for him all day. Yes, so much better than antiques and dead people.
Dorcas stretched her arms over her head and did a very slow turn, "What do you think? Besides 'wow'." Although from him, she knew that translated as 'awesome' or something similar. Still, she wanted proper words. Pausing with her back to him, she reached behind her and pulled up the back of the skirt a little to show off some extra skin which was when the blushing decided to kick in. This was... New. This was her trying things out and experimenting.
Evan swallowed when she pulled her skirt up a little more, eyes fixed on that patch of skin. "I think you're fucking sexy, that's what I think." She wanted words? She got them. He wasn't about to let her just have him speechless, that wasn't going to happen. "And I think if you don't change back into some clothes that cover up all that sexiness, you're never going to get to your school work."
She let her other hand travel down the side of her body, following every curve just so he could see it but just barely. At least until she reached the zipper which she pulled on just enough to let him catch a tiny bit of the ratcheting sound. Oh she was being very, very mean. "Oh I can do my school work in this. It's comfortable enough," she was sounding naive on purpose - so cute and so sweet.
He bit his bottom lip and leaned up, reaching out and taking her hand, pulling her closer to him and sliding his fingertips upwards over her thigh. "Not if I get you out of it first." Evan breathed, dipping his head to her thigh and slowly kissing upwards, moving the fabric just a bit as he did.
Yelping a little in faux surprise, she let herself be pulled but nothing was fake about the pink flushing of her skin. His touch was so light and when he added the kisses, she couldn’t help but make a soft, desirous sound. But no! This was against the plan! Dorcas took a step back though she didn’t quite want to, “Now who said you could touch? I said you could see the outfit.” She managed to sound more confident than she really was.
"That's so not fair." Evan told her. "You can't just give me all this wood and expect not to let me touch you too.. god, you suck." he breathed, glancing down at himself and the obvious bulge in his jeans. "How much homework do you have to do?" he questioned.
She stepped forward again, purposely putting her knee carefully between his legs and leaning around him so her whole body touched his. Oh yes, she'd been reading a lot of fun things. She reached around him to grab the notepad and pencil where it still was and stepped back again. Although the pad was missing half its paper, she still flipped the pages, "You see all this? I have to fill it. All of it. Both sides."
"God, you're a damn tease." he sighed, leaning back on the bed and brushing his hair out of his face. "You're gonna give me blue balls. I shouldn't have snooped." He pouted for another moment and then sat up again. "So what do you have to write about?"
"You really shouldn't have," she agreed with the biggest grin she'd ever grinned. This was vengeance. Sexy vengeance. She tapped the pencil against her lip, "The ethics of using electric shock as a negative response during psychic ability testing." She very pointedly brushed the 'barrel' part of the pencil back and forth across her lips like she was thinking very hard.
"You can stop teasing me any time, gorgeous." Evan said as he slipped his shoes off. "You do homework. I'll catch some sleep." he smiled, standing up and pulling his shirt up and over his head. "If you don't mind me laying in your bed." he said, moving up onto it and laying down on his back.
"Oh but there's a problem with that," the grin was still right in place and she circled her bed, opening up all the curtains, "I do my best writing when snuggled under my sheets." Not really but he really shouldn't have snooped. She climbed onto the bed and settled in such a way that her head was on his stomach and she had to hold the notepad at an awkward angle to even attempt to write... But it was so worth it.
"So you're just gonna lay against me while you're working?" he questioned. "You're going to have your face that close to my... stuff? You're like... impossible, you know that?"
"'Stuff'," she repeated in question, sounding amused, "That makes it sound like you're a teddy bear and you mean stuffing." Okay, so that sounded kind of dirty right now and she knew it though she actually hadn't meant it that way. "If you didn't like it, you'd leave..." Dorcas hoped she was right anyhow.
"Keep it up and I'll take off my jeans and you'll have to have it really in your face. Then how are you going to concentrate on your work?" he questioned, running his fingers along her back. "You're a pain in the ass, D, really you are." Evan told her.
She rolled over and moved to straddle his hips, pressing quite firmly against his body so he could feel as much as she could offer. Yet she had discarded the notepad and paper and had her hands on his wrists, pinning them as much as she could, “And what if I just wanted to get you so worked up, you just couldn’t stand it anymore...?”
Evan swallowed as he looked up at her. He could have broken free if he really wanted to. She was a tiny little thing after all. Of course he would have had to want to break free and with her sitting on top of him and pressing against him like that? He didn't want to go anywhere. "Whatdya say we try out those hand cuffs?" he said, giving her a little smile. "Try your hand at having the upper hand..."
She scooted up a little so she could lay her head on the pillow next to his and whisper in his ear, lips barely brushing against it, “Maybe I don’t want the upper hand... Maybe I want you to get so worked up and fed up that...” And she sort of felt awkward here, not at her strong point honestly, “That you pin me down and fuck me senseless...” She held up one of her arms so he could see the cloth bracer properly though it meant letting go of one of his hands, “Do you know why these have those rings? To hook the handcuffs through...” Or at least that’s what the store owner had told her she could do.
Again he swallowed and couldn't help but arch his hips up against her. "I think you're already about to that point where I'm pretty fed up." Evan whispered. "I want you so bad I can't stand it sometimes." he admitted. "Especially since I didn't get to see you yesterday. I spent the whole day thinking about you. About us... what happened..."
She bit the inside of her lip, her own hips responding to that arch pressing against his. Dorcas kind of wanted to know how many times he’d gotten off on thinking about their first time yesterday but kept it back. She slipped that raised hand between them, under the short skirt... Just so he could feel every twisting of her fingers as she started to tease herself. “If you were really that fed up, you’d just take me no matter what I said,” she challenged with a soft whimper.
Evan let his eyes trail after her hands, watching as she touched herself. God he wanted to touch her, feel her, take her, but at the same time he just wanted to watch her touch herself. That was sexier than anything he'd ever seen and he couldn't help but be fascinated by the way it looked and the way it felt against his jeans when she moved her fingers. "My stuff is by the door..." he whispered. "Condoms are in that and unless you went out and bought some and stashed them in here, I gotta get up and go out there and get them and I'll be damned if I leave while you're doing that."
Her hips were grinding against his almost desperately, like maybe if they moved enough his jeans would magically disappear. “Fuck!” she moaned in a mixture of dismay and pleasure. She’d gotten distracted in the store. Very distracted. And now he was going to have to go get his things for the condoms. Damn it. Only she didn’t exactly want to stop which was easily noted when she slipped her middle finger into herself. “Go or you’re likely to get nothing at all,” she advised.
Good god she was going to tease him to death. He reluctantly caught her waist and rolled her over onto her back before practically running out of the room and towards the front door to get his things. He returned a moment later already pulling his jeans off and tossing them to the floor, his socks followed and his boxers too and he slipped the condom on. "I'd tie you up baby, but I don't think I can handle another second not touching you, so come here." he said as he crawled back onto the bed and hooked his hands behind her knees.
She was going to try anyway. When he suddenly rolled her, she fell back with a gentle ‘oof’ and blinked in surprise when he suddenly dashed out of the room. She took that moment to make sure the notepad and pencil was out of the way and at least pulled off the haltertop, tossing it to the floor. Damn he was fast and apparently extremely eager. Good, that’s what she had wanted. She scooted towards him just a little, legs parted invitingly. There was absolutely nothing on under that short skirt and he was about to find that out. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down into an almost fierce, hungry kiss.
He let out a little grunt against her lips, fingertips sliding up her thighs and pushing the skirt out of his way. They slid up to her waist beneath the fabric, not stopping the kiss as he searched for her panties. But there weren't any and he couldn't help but smirk a bit against that kiss, sliding his hand down between them and taking a hold of himself, slowly pressing against her and pushing inside in one fluid little motion, hilting himself against her. He groaned into the kiss and halted his hips there pressed hips to hips. Evan could die happy after this, of that he was certain.
Dorcas matched his smirk a little when she managed to think long enough to realize exactly why he had smirked. She slid a hand down his chest, raking her fingernails down his skin just enough to leave red marks behind. In the same places she had before. That was a good part of her memory - she could torment the same places and create layers on different days to build it up. Dorcas braced herself when she felt him start in but she was ready and not nearly as nervous as before. She cried out sharply when he slid in, squirming against his body. He wasn't the only one that could die happy.
Pulling his mouth back just a little bit, Evan bit his bottom lip and let his eyes flick open to catch hers. "God, you feel so good." he whispered, nipping at her lower lip and kissing her again. His mouth trailed kisses across her cheek, brushing down to her neck where he lightly bit the flesh. He didn't make any movements to pull his hips away from hers. He wanted this to last, but at the same time he wanted to just rut against her. Push both of them straight on through to the finish line. But no, slow was better. Slow brought orgasms that were worth the wait.
“Yes,” she moaned softly back arching just slightly to press her more firmly against him, “Love having you inside me.” It broke her mind though, broke her... English apparently. At least a little. One of her legs curled around his and her head lolled back, totally lost in the touch of his lips. She didn’t even seem to realize that he wasn’t quite moving yet, just enjoying him actually being there. Although she wouldn’t have said no if he had turned animal on her. That would have been just was welcome.
The way she said those words sent a heat shiver sliding up his spine, dancing across his skin and he couldn't just not move anymore. He slowly pulled away from her, fighting that urge to just slam into her. She didn't like that, he remembered, so he wasn't going to do it. What he did do was push back against her just as slowly, putting just a bit more pressure at the end of that slow thrust. His fingers slid down her side, moving across her thigh and then her calf and slowly lifting it up just a bit, catching a grip on the flesh behind her knee as he picked up a slow, easy rhythm.
She gasped a little when he started pulling away, out, sliding so tortuously slow. It felt like he was trying to draw all the heat out of her body for it rolled down her body and settled right there, waiting for his hard length to push back inside – like a well but just for an exchange of heat and friction. It felt like they were in a drowsy sort of slow time, everything was heavy as Evan started the thrusting rhythm which her body matched eagerly. Dorcas trailed the tip of her tongue over his shoulder towards his neck, low murrs escaping her with the joining and rejoining of their bodies.
He shifted back just enough that he could watch himself as he pushed inside of her. Like most men, Evan was a visual creature and he liked to watch. Watching was almost as sexy as the way that it felt. "You're so sexy..." he whispered, leaning forward and pressing a little kiss against her lips before pulling back again and once more letting his eyes travel between her thighs.
It kind of felt wrong for him to be watching like that but the wrongness made it better, made her want to put on a show though she didn’t know exactly how. Not without pretending to be a porn actress and that was hardly real. “You’re just easy to pl-” she was cut off from protesting by a sharp cry and a hard thrust of her hips. Apparently he had hit something just right then.
His eyes flicked up to her face when she cried out like that. Either he did something bad or something really good. He arched a brow at her and leaned in to kiss her again, halting his hips for just a moment. He pressed against her again, a bit harder this time but no where near as jackhammer-like as he had the last time they were together. "I don't think I'm all that easy to please." Evan whispered against her mouth.
Dorcas pressed into his kiss, letting him know that it was a really good thing he had done with every press of lips and touch of her tongue, refusing let him pull back at first even that fraction. That seemed to be a fine pressure which she worked to match – much better. For now, it was a series of trial and error. Eventually, they’d work out what was perfect between them... Right? Her words were broken up between panting breaths, “Then what are you?”
"I think I'm... pretty hard to please." he whispered. "At least I was... but you..." he murmured, kissing her again and slowly increasing the speed of his hips. "When I'm with you it... ah... fuck..." he grunted. The hand still holding her leg up paired with his other hand pressed against the mattress were keeping him balance for the moment, but damn it was hard to concentrate on holding himself up when she felt so good. "Guess you just... click for me. All the things... things that I want." he breathed.
She let her hands wander as he tried to actually think of words. It could have waited – probably. It wasn’t like she was going to forget the question. For a moment it was all drowned out by the sound of their flesh coming together, speeding up. Her hands had traveled down his sides and now were moving down his back all the way down to his ass. The old bed was protesting their sex by squeaking shrilly. She trailed her lips along his cheek to his ear, “I want... Mm! I want to be... everything you want.”
"You are..." he whispered against her neck, lightly sucking on the flesh. He couldn't help but be slightly amused by the sounds the bed made. Begging them to stop with sounds that almost seemed like the poor bed was going to fall apart right there. Evan would probably have just laughed if it did. Sex so good you break the bed? That's pretty hilarious. He released his grip on her leg, sliding it down to curl around his waist with the other that was already there and took her hands in his, pressing them against the bed and holding them down above her head. "Tell me how it feels..." he whispered, pleading more than demanding. He wanted to please her and the best way for him to do so was to find out what she liked and make sure to keep doing it.
Dorcas often marveled at how just words could be a turn on – the right phrase sending chills down her spine and starting the hormones going. And those two little words then were just right. She’d already been feeling the build up but that made it harder to fight. No, they weren’t going to break the bed. It was far sturdier than it sounded although that’d be really, really funny. She ‘fought’ the grip on her hands, arching her back and twisting but she wasn’t really trying to escape. Dorcas couldn’t really find the words to say how extraordinary she felt at that moment, settling on something simpler. “So... fucking good... Please – deeper, harder,” she begged though she wasn’t sure how much more of either of those she could get. Just figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. Or could it?
Evan wasn't going to refuse her requests, quickly obliging them and pressing harder against the girl. Deeper might take another position, so he pulled his hands away from hers and slowly pried her legs away from his waist, shifting them enough that they could rest on his shoulders. He practically folded the girl in half as he pressed against her, getting a deeper angle and letting out a groan. "Fuck..." he whispered.
Breathing became a little difficult in this position but when she felt that first thrust in the folded position, she didn’t say a word – mostly because moaning too loudly to do anything else. Her hands stayed above her head, gripping at the sheets for dear life. It was a bit harder to meet his thrusts but she did her best and it was paying off. “Nn, Evan... So close...” she whimpered, biting her bottom lip hard.
He cocked his head to the side and kissed her ankle then picked up the speed of those thrusts, pressing in against her a bit harder each time but careful to not hurt the girl beneath him. He couldn't keep the sounds that slipped from his lips from spilling forth. "God, baby..." he whispered. "You're so fucking tight and... wet and... fuck..." Her could feel her muscles contracting against him just a bit as she got closer and closer to that edge. The noises she made were amazing and he couldn't get enough of them. The more he heard them, the more he wanted to hear them again and again. "Come for me, gorgeous." he grunted, pressing against her a bit harder than the last thrust.
She couldn’t stop the sounds that slipped out of her, the wordless cries of pleasure and the desire for release. Dorcas was sure she was going to explode in a bad way if she didn’t come soon. She was burning hot and it felt like every piece of her was tensing up. God, he was going to kill her, wasn’t he? She was going to die a very pleasant death. Almost like she’d done it on command, her orgasm ripped through her body, bringing her shuddering around him with a loud almost scream to be honest, “Oh God, Evan!”
Her muscles contracted around him and halted his movements and the tightness combined with that near-scream had him falling over the edge right after her with a low growl of a groan. "Fuck..., Dorcas..." he moaned out as his body jerked a couple of times along with the shallow thrusts as he emptied himself into the latex barrier between them. "Fuck..." he whispered, letting her legs down from his shoulder to wrap around his middle again as he collapsed against her, completely spent. "Damn."
And wrap around him she did with arms and legs like a clinging toy, burying her face in his shoulder. It was going to be a struggle to get up and actually get some work done despite having all day tomorrow... She trailed sweet kisses from his shoulder to the corner of his mouth with a small smile. “That was amazing,” she purred, curling her fingers in his hair, “Definitely better than by myself.” She referenced their after conversation from the last time.
Evan pressed his lips against the curve of her neck, a little smile slipping across his face when she said it was better than by herself. "I aim to please." he whispered, lifting a hand to push her hair back away from her face. He didn't want to move, just wanted to lay there joined with the girl, listening to the sound of her heart beating and her breathing slowly returning to a normal pace.
And she wasn’t about to tell him to get off yet, content to lie there with him in heat and sweat and... God, everything. Alright, maybe it was true. Maybe she was falling a little too hard for him. “So I’ve come to understand,” she grinned at the very poor pun, pressing her hips against his on just the right word for emphasis anyhow. It was funny to her. Dorcas brushed her fingers along his cheek, tracing his features.
He was still sensitive, especially after coming as hard as he had and he shivered a little when she moved against him, biting his bottom lip and letting out a little groan. He wanted to stay pressed against her, but he knew he had to get rid of the condom. A moment or two more would still be alright though. At least til he recovered and actually felt like he had bones in his body again.
Oh dear, mischief was sneaking into her again. She couldn’t help it. He brought out the devil in her. And it felt good to her too, sending small tremors through her... So she shifted again and again into a light, teasing dance of hips underneath him. Apparently she was not going to allow him to have bones ever. Dorcas bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from making another sound.
He shivered again, a little groan escaping him once more and bit his bottom lip. "You're really trying to kill me..." he whispered, reaching between them to hold the condom on as he pulled away from her. Slipping it off and tying it, he found the garbage can and tossed it in before returning to the bed with her and curling up next to her body.
She was rather unwilling to let him go for even that brief moment of time but she knew that for both their sakes, he needed to pull away and dispose of the condom. Why oh why did he have to leave even for that moment though? She stretched out, putting her arms behind her head, frowning a little when he curled up with her... "I can't stay here y'know. I mean, I really do have to write that paper. Shouldn't take me more than a couple of hours though."
"Mhm." he nodded, sliding his fingertips along her cheek. "I should get dressed then so you can get busy with all that. Don't want to keep you from your work." Evan was pleasantly tired at this point and he'd be content to just pass out for those few hours that she had to write the paper.
Dorcas licked her lips, glancing to one side before sitting up, "You just go ahead and konk out or something. I don't actually write in my bedroom." She smirked and started to slide out of bed, going to gather at least the underwear she'd taken off earlier. Why yes, she had lied just to mess with him.
Evan reached out to catch her arm before she had the chance to get away from the bed, pulling her back towards him and stealing a kiss from the girl. "Wake me up when you get done?" he asked her, yet again pressing his lips to hers.
She yelped a little in surprise when he suddenly pulled her back and couldn't help but smile into the kiss. So apparently he didn't want to let her go? Not really anyhow. "If I don't end up falling asleep in my chair I will," she admitted, sinking into his kiss and really wishing she didn't have to go work. Blah. He was making this so difficult but she forced herself to really pull away this time.
He nodded a little and lay back down against her pillows, not bothering to pull the blankets up. The ghosts could get a lovely view if they wanted it. He wasn't shy about it and since Elizabeth wasn't in the house, he wasn't going to get dressed if he didn't have to. "Hurry back so you can come lay with me."
Gathering up her panties, bra and writing utensils, she started for the door with a saucy sway to her hips, "I might have had an energy drink by then... Laying will likely not be in the cards. Get your rest." She grinned over her shoulder and it was hard to tell if she was joking or not but before he really got a chance to figure it out, she had left the room and closed the door behind her.
Evan shook his head a little. Dorcas Falk was going to be the death of him. He rolled onto his back and let his eyes close, and settled into a slumber not long after that. Damn her bed was comfortable.
One paper and one movie later (as she had ended up watching Three Men and a Baby while writing... Mm, Steve Guttenberg), Dorcas had trudged back up stairs to her bedroom. She had almost forgotten Evan was there but was pleasantly reminded when she opened her door and spied him asleep. She almost didn't want to wake him like had asked... He just looked so sweet. So she didn't. Instead she just crawled into bed, grabbing the book she had on her nightstand and flipped through the pages. Yeah, she'd downed a Red Bull and a half like she had sort of threatened only not really threatened. Let him sleep just a little big longer... As long as the squeak of the bed from her crawling into it didn't wake him.
The squeak didn't wake him, but the presence of someone in the bed with him did a few minutes later and he opened his eyes to look up at the girl. "All done?" he asked her sleepily. He slipped an arm over the girl's middle and shifted enough to rest his head in her lap. If she wanted to read, she'd just have to hold the book with him where he was.
She smiled at him as he woke up, "Mm-hmm." As he practically crawled into her lap, she pulled her legs up enough to create a cradle for his head. She didn't mind reading with him laying like that. It wasn't like she couldn't hold her book up just a little higher or some such. "I see you went out like a light. Didn't miss me much then?" she teased.
"I did miss you." he told her, letting his eyes close again and curling his legs up just a little bit. "You just exhausted me before you left is all." he smiled. "I should probably get up and grab some clothes." he noted, but he made no attempts to move. She was far too comfortable for Evan to want to let her go.
"Well, you know I've heard it said that sex isn't done proper unless you fall asleep afterward," she shrugged a little, not wanting to give away her reference. Oh, that was a lame reference. Dorcas looked down at him and along his bare body, biting her bottom lip. She shut her book carefully and ran a hand down along his chest, "Now why in the world would you want to do that?"
Evan shifted a little, moving onto his back so he could look up at her better. He shrugged a little and reached up to catch her hand, holding it there against his chest. "I dunno. Guess I don't have to, so long as you're not opposed to my constant nakedness this evening." he smiled.
"Definitely not opposed," she smirked faintly and leaned down to kiss his forehead. It felt like some kind of weird role reversal. Wasn't she supposed to be the one with her head in his lap and him with like... the daily news? "... I feel like I should be wearing glasses and complaining about a meeting with the partners or something."
Evan chuckled a little at that. "I'd offer to switch places with you and let you put your head in my lap, but it's otherwise occupied." he smirked, reaching up to catch her cheek with his palm and pulling her down for a little kiss against her lips.
She giggled against his lips, shaking her head just a little bit and refusing to straighten up properly just so their lips would continue to touch. "S'long as I can call you... Evana," Dorcas arched an eyebrow, fighting back a grin.
He rolled his eyes. "Pain in the ass." he said to the girl, kissing her just one more time and shifting up into a seated position, grabbing one of the pillows and covering his lap with it. "There. Now you can lay down and you don't have to worry about being poked or any of that." he smiled. "And no 'Evana' anymore either." Evan told her.
"Oh c'mon. I was kidding. You could've even called me.... Dorian or something. That's as close as I can come to Dorcas." She pouted dramatically at him, pulling her knees very tightly to her chest. She had to hide her face in her knees and cover her head with her arms so he wouldn't see her grinning like a loon because she just couldn't hold it back.
"You're such a goof and I so know you're grinning like an idiot under there." Evan said, poking her lightly in the side and then deciding that now was the time to tickle the girl just a little, so he started with her waist and the area slightly above it to see if he could get a giggle from her.
Oh no! Not tickling! Dorcas shrieked loudly and instead of giggling swung her book at his face. Thank goodness it was a paper back. At the very same time, she had launched herself away from him and towards the edge of the bed. "None of that! And I'm sorry about the book!" That had been an automatic reaction.
Evan rubbed his cheek like she'd actually hurt him, even though she really hadn't. He arched a brow at her. "Guess I should be glad that you weren't reading anything heavier tonight." he said, shaking his head just a little. "Guess you're ticklish then?" he smiled. "Anything else I should know about you?"
"You really should be. I have some massively thick, hard as Hell books that probably would have given you a concussion," and that was the total truth. She hugged her book to her chest, frowning a little. "Yes. I don't like being tickled... I also don't like rubber cement but that's entirely off the topic." She wasn't entirely sure where that had come from but hey, it was something he now knew about her.
He arched a brow at her and let out a little sigh before reaching over and taking her book away, setting it on the bedside table and pulling her towards him. "Well I'm sorry that I tickled you then, okay? Just wanted to get a laugh out of you, not a smack, but I suppose I'll deal with what I'm given. Forgive me?" Evan asked, pouting just a teensy bit.
She squeaked a little when he took her book and her arms suddenly felt very empty and she felt kind of small. Crap. Okay, so she was kind of attached to her books! It's no big, right? She grabbed her pillow as he pulled and wrapped her arms around that instead. There, better. And also squishy unlike a book. "You'd better be sorry. You're very mean to me. Tickling and what not," there was positively no venom or anger behind that whatsoever.
"Yeah yeah." he said, rolling his eyes a little. He moved the pillow he had in his lap away and tucked himself beneath her blankets. "I'm just so horribly mean. Such a bad boyfriend." he teased.
"You are! I should make you go sleep downstairs on the pullout so I can enjoy sleeping in tomorrow all alone in the darkness of my gloomy bed," she stayed exactly as she was instead of crawling under the covers, hugging the pillow. Not that she really meant any of that because she made no attempt to make good on the threat.
Evan pouted a little and moved towards her, pulling her body against his and taking the pillow from her and tossing it back to the head of the bed. "You can't leave me in here all alone..." he whispered, kissing her cheek and slowly moving his lips across to her mouth. "P-please stay with me..." he pouted.
"Stop taking my snugglies!" she protested loudly grabbing the pillow back. "I'm not talking of leaving you here. I'm talking of kicking you out," yet she was moving onto his lap, not pulling away... Until she shoved the pillow into his face like she was going to smother him. Except that it was just a distraction to start pulling the curtains and making the sleeping area pitch black.
He finally wrestled the pillow away from her again. "So you want to try and kill me?" he asked her teasingly, not able to see her face in the darkness. "You do realize that I'll so haunt your ass."
She snorted softly. He didn't know how the spirit thing worked though she supposed a murder like this could get him ghost points... Not that she was actually trying to kill him or anything, "That'd just be torture for you. Since you're so into me, being unable to touch me or do anything to yourself considering you wouldn't have a body... And then maybe one day, there'd be another man! Gasp. Okay, probably not..."
"You're ruined for all other men, baby." Evan said, sliding his fingertips up her sides and leaning in to catch her lips. Even in the dark, he had no trouble finding them. "You know you couldn't find anyone else to make you feel the way I do." At least he hoped she couldn't.
Crap! He wasn't supposed to be able to find her in the dark like this! And yet she was feeling like she had very much given up on the hide-and-seek game, making a soft purring noise against his lips. "Well, supposedly you never forget your first," not much of an answer but she smirked faintly so he'd know that she knew it wasn't.
"Well, that's not true. I don't remember my first anymore." Evan said, knowing how cheesy what he was about to say would sound but not caring. "I'm more focused on the one I've got now."
Dorcas shook her head a little, snorting faintly in amusement, "Y'know... You make it sound like you care a lot more than you let on." She pulled away from him enough to lay back... Only her feet were near the headboard and her head near the footboard. Hurray for backwards.
"Who says I don't care a lot?" Evan questioned, shifting enough to lay beside her, draping his arm over her middle. "I mean it's kinda freaky, but I guess it has a lot to do with the fact that we just... clicked I guess. I care about you."
"Clicked. Is that what they call molesting the faint hearted now?" Finally she curled up to him, grinning. "I didn't really mean that you didn't care a lot... More like, verging on the level that Elizabeth would be shouting at you to just bloody well say something as well. Although she's one to talk. Honestly, has a crush on a living person." Dorcas rolled her eyes. Oh dear, she was going into gossiping talking a lot mode. Someone was going to have to shut her up.
"Molesting...?" he said, rolling his eyes. "Jeez, thanks a lot. Guess I'll just have to stop all that molesting then. You stay on your side of the bed." he pouted, rolling away from her.
She gaped at him for a moment then frowned and sat up. Fine. Fine! She scooted away and opened the curtains a crack, bent on slipping away without saying a word. Fine. Real pouting here.
Evan sighed and rolled onto his side, facing away from the direction she'd scooted. Part of him wanted to apologize, but part of him wanted to see how long it took her to return to him.
Well, he was going to be waiting for awhile then because she actually left the room and disappeared into her office space again, crawling under the desk with a much larger book. So there. She could stay there all night. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done it but for a much, much different reason.
When he realized she'd left the room, he sighed and got up out of the bed, finding his boxers and pulling them on, then heading out to look for her. It took him a while to find her under the desk and seeing the much larger book, he made sure to keep his distance. "Come back to bed? Please?"
"No. Not if you're going to believe I actually meant it about the molesting thing," she frowned and tucked herself further under the desk. If she could have folded herself up, she would have hidden under the roll down top for it was a rather old desk. Antiques abound in her house.
Evan knelt down so he could actually see her better. "Dorcas, I don't believe that you actually meant it. I was just pouting." he muttered. "So come back to bed, alright?"
"Please don't turn away like that again... Okay? Not like that. I know it's stupid but I totally felt like you were..." She scoffed slightly to play it off as ridiculous, "Abandoning me. And now you know why I generally stick to books." Dorcas shrugged her shoulders. Stupid girl.
Furrowing his brow, Evan shook his head. "Dorcas, I'm not abandoning you." he told her. "Come out from under there because the both of us are so not gonna fit and I kinda want to be next to you so come on."
She sighed heavily then carefully crawled out from under the desk, setting the book on her rolly chair. "I know. I just... have issues I guess." Understatement of the century but no need to point that out.
Evan reached out and pulled her close to him, chest to chest, his fingertips sliding slowly up and down her back. "Everyone has some issues." he pointed out. "I've got my fair share of them." As if that wasn't the understatement of the century. "You just need to understand that I'm not going anywhere, alright? Just because I pull away or roll over or... whatever, it doesn't mean that I'm abandoning you, okay?"
Dorcas pressed hard against him, covering her ears with her hands. She could still hear his words though - she was more trying to block out all the shit her memory was dredging up for her to view again and again for the billionth time. "I know. I know, honest. You aren't like everyone else... I just get all conflicted."
He pressed his lips to her forehead and brushed his fingertips down her side. "You'll have to do a whole hell of a lot more than have some issues to get rid of me." Evan told her. "So if you want me to leave, you gotta do better than that."
"Hm. It's never taken very much before," she muttered, closing her eyes tightly, "But I don't want you to leave. If I wanted that, I'd have shoved you off the bed instead of leaving myself." Dorcas wrapped her arms around Evan's waist, "Although on note of my issues, you're never ever meeting my family. Just so you know."
"Why not?" he questioned, wondering why he couldn't meet her family. "What's wrong with your family? I mean, you've met everyone but my parents so far and they're pretty damn crazy. How bad could yours be?" Evan asked.
"My family pays for my college on the proviso that I never show up on their doorstep," Dorcas shook her head a little, frowning, "They think I'm a freakshow. Or insane. Something like that." And that was why he was never going to meet her family and why she had abandonment issues.
Evan furrowed his brows at her, frowning himself. "Fuck them then." he said, shaking his head. "Who'd want to meet people like that anyway?"
"Ah, you'll like my cousins though. Once we get into the U.K. We'll pop over to Glasgow or somewhere. Take a train. Hit the pub and sing loud, drunken songs with members of Clan MacKenzie," she smiled then, "Get you fitted for a kilt or something." The idea of him in a kilt was... really, really hot. He'd look fantastic in a kilt. Or maybe that was just her imagination.
Arching a brow, Evan let out a little chuckle. "You think that you're going to get me into a kilt?" he asked her. "See, I like you and my style is pretty flexible, but I'm not sure if it's that flexible." he smiled.
She mimicked the expression on his face but it turned a little more sultry, "But baby... I love a man in a kilt." Tracing the lines of his chest, Dorcas grinned, "It gets me all hot and bothered." He was so getting a kilt.
"I'm not going to wear a skirt." he told her, shaking his head, but still grinning a little. "You want me to cross dress pretty much. If you wanted that, why not just be banging a girl?" Evan asked.
Dorcas frowned at him almost insulted, "It's not a skirt. It's a kilt. There's a difference. Men have been wearing them since like... The 16th century. There's nothing girly about a kilt. Soldiers wear them even."
"Soldiers from a different country." he pointed out. "Guys in America? They think they're skirts. Seriously. You really want me to be dressed up in one of those? Why?" Evan asked.
"Because I wore something sexy for you and agreed blindly to let you pick something out for me? Fair trade and what not." Dorcas stuck her tongue out at him. That was surely a good argument there.
"Yeah, but I'm going to pick something sexy for you. Making me wear a skirt is totally not sexy." Evan said, tilting his head and leaning in so he could make use of that tongue of hers.
She leaned back away from him, "Maybe not to you but it is to me. And that's what matters. Or at least that's what should matter." Dorcas patted his chest and turned to head back to her bedroom.
"Dorcas." he sighed, following along after her. "It does matter, but it's a freaking skirt. I wear some crazy shit sometimes, but I don't dress in drag."
Turning right back around she went to a stack of books and started going through them until she found exactly what she was looking for. She flipped through the pages until she found the right one and slammed it down on her desk for him to look at, "It's your bloody culture too." The book had been part of a genealogy thing she'd attempted once - Names of Scotland or something. On those pages detailed the clan of Forsythe (or in this case, without the e). "Embrace it. And if you call it a skirt one more time, you can sleep on the pull out."
"Skirt." he said and shook his head, heading in the direction of said pull out. So he was stubborn, aggravatingly so, but it was a skirt to him and he was tired of fighting about it.
She frowned and just let him go. She rubbed her eyes, slammed the book shut and stalked off to her room. Once inside there was a great scraping sound as she pulled a trunk in front of the door. Fine.
Evan sighed when she slammed the book shut and again when the door shut to her room. He rolled over on the pull out and tried his best to ignore the sound of her moving something in front of the door. "Fuck." he muttered to himself. "You're fucking shit up, Evan Forsythe, and all for a mother fucking skirt." His stubbornness lasted for a few more minutes before he finally forced himself to get up and walked back to her room, knocking lightly on her door. "Dorcas..."
"There's no one here by that name," Dorcas responded in a high pitched and rather annoying voice, partially muffled by her bed curtains... And the sound of music coming from a laptop that she normally reserved for school work.
"Come on, baby." he said, leaning against the door frame and waiting to see if she'd say anything else. It was quiet and he didn't know what else he was supposed to do. Oh right, apologize. "Dorcas, I'm sorry, alright? I won't call it a skirt anymore just please come open the door."
She sighed heavily and got up, leaving the E.S. Posthumous of orchestral and techno awesome playing in the background. Very carefully shoving the trunk away from the door, she only opened it a crack so she could peer out. "How do I know you're not just saying you're sorry, hmm?"
"Because, I'm not just saying I'm sorry. I am sorry." he sighed. "I shouldn't have called it a skirt because it's important to you or whatever. I might not get it, but I was being a dick when I said that after you asked me not to." Evan explained. "I'm sorry."
"No shit, Sherlock," she said sharply when he said he'd been a dick. Sighing heavily, she leaned against the wall near the door so he couldn't see her again. It sort of wavered in her hand, back and forth a little but never opening all the way. Then she let go and it swung open.
For a moment he just stood there and looked at the open door before finally walking into her room again. "Are you going to be mad at me forever now because I don't think I'm a kilt wearing guy?" Evan asked her. "I don't understand why it's important to you for me to wear one is all. I don't get it."
"No, I'm not going to be mad forever," she sat down on the trunk, sideways so she took up most of it with her legs. Ha. "You know there are whole websites dedicated to men in kilts? Even Alice Cooper's been seen in one. It's just... sexy is all."
"Sexy?" he said, shaking his head. "Having a kilt on is not my idea of what I'd be sexy in." Evan told her. "I'd like not to show off my legs. I look tall enough in jeans, if people actually can see my legs, then they're going to all know that I'm all legs. I'd look stupid."
Dorcas rolled her eyes, "Who said anything about wearing it in bloody public? Good Christ, boy." Now she sounded more amused instead of annoyed. She wasn't asking him to go full regalia... She wanted him in just a kilt. And that would mean they'd need to be alone.
"So I'm supposed to be in a kilt for you to what? Look at me for ten seconds before taking it off?" Evan questioned, a little smirk moving across his face.
She poked her index fingers together, looking at him as innocently as possible even though her words contradicted the look, "Maybe a little more than ten seconds."
"More like a little less." Evan said with a smiled, leaning down and giving her cheek a quick kiss. "Now can you stop being mad at me so we can go to bed?"
"Psh, I have more strength than you. And I am in the middle of a puzzle! I am not going to bed. Or at least not to sleep," but she stood up and started for the bed anyhow.
Evan followed her to the bed and rolled to face away from her. "Alright then. Stay up and do your puzzle. It's just so much more interesting that me."
"Oh not that tired old trick again," she gave him a look as she tucked her legs under the covers and pulled the computer onto her lap. Dorcas shut the music off then started to shut it down anyhow. The puzzle would be there in the morning.
Evan peeked over his shoulder at the girl but then tucked his own body beneath the blanket and closed his eyes, slowly counting the seconds til she moved closer to him.
If he was going to play that old, 'tarded trick again, she wasn't going to fall into it. She set her lappy on the nightstand and curled up on her side, back to him. She too was counting the seconds.
He opened his eyes again and rolled them just a bit. He wasn't giving in damn it. He refused this time. She could give in or she could sleep on that side of the bed if she wanted, that was just fine by him. Only it wasn't just fine, but he could pretend damn it.
He'd started it. Although she had to admit she was having a very hard time not moving. Not being right up next to him was actually kind of making her sick to her stomach. She wasn't addicted to Evan... was she? Could you be addicted to a person? Dorcas curled up a little tighter.
Closing his eyes once more, he pulled the blanket up a little bit and got into a comfortable position, shifting onto his back and resting one arm behind his head. He wanted to open his eyes and look over at the girl, or maybe reach over, but he didn't. Stubbornness was winning out this time.
Slowly, slowly Dorcas was disappearing under the comforter as she curled up tighter and tighter. And for a long moment - a very long moment - absolutely nothing happened. Out of no where, there was a sudden war cry ("Tulach Àrd!") and she pounced Evan, flopping right onto his torso. She lost.
Evan grunted and opened his eyes when she leaped onto him. "Uh... hi?" he said, a little smile moving across his face. "You're trying to kill me, woman." he teased, shifting his hands to rest lightly against her thighs. "Knew you'd lose." he smirked.
She arched an eyebrow, placing her hands over his and sliding them further up so they were right on her ass. An amused pout slid onto her face, "Y'know... If you want to keep a girl happy? I'd not point out her losing anything. That's reserved for women pointing things out to men."
"You know I keep you happy. You were hollering about how happy you were earlier." he grinned. "What was it you said?" he questioned. "'Oh, oh god Evan'." he teased, his voice taking on a bit higher pitch.
"I'm going to punch you," she warned, totally serious... but she'd be a total wimp in follow through. She'd never been much of a scrapper unless it was just literally pouncing on the unsuspecting. Like before. "And now you're not allowed to ever play with the handcuffs."
He smirked a little up at the girl, sliding his hands up her sides and pulling her down towards him. He stole a little kiss from her, then another and pulled back just a mere inch. "I love the noises you make." he whispered. "Just thinking about them makes me pretty hot." he breathed.
Rather automatically, she pressed into each little kiss, shifting to lay her body atop his a little more comfortably, "Well if you don't straighten up, you're never going to hear them ever again." She stuck out her tongue again and this time had no plans of pulling away.
"You'd just be torturing yourself just as much as you'd be torturing me." he told her, leaning in and capturing his tongue with his mouth. His own tongue moving against it in slow little motions. Evan's arms wrapped around her body, holding her tightly against him. The thought crossed his mind that they should disagree more often. It just made him want her more.
Honestly, that was true. Dorcas was quite certain she was going to turn into a Sex Addict With Evan Only sort of girl which technically wasn’t being an addict, right? Only the soft moan into his mouth was trying to contradict her, the dance of tongues quite welcome... The gentle grind of her hips to his wasn’t helping either. Stupid boy.
Evan pulled away just slightly and let out a little breath. "Yeah, holding back those noises didn't last long, sweetheart." he smiled, pushing his hips upwards against hers. "I thought we were going to sleep."
“It was a threat... Not an actual promise,” she trailed light kisses down his neck, feeling that burning heat start to pool again. Damn it. “You said go to bed. You said nothing about sleep and nor did I,” she smirked, licking the dip between his collar bones.
"You're gonna screw me to death one of these days." he teased. "Twice in one night and a couple days ago you were a virgin?" Evan chuckled.
She grinned against his skin, quietly singing, "I'm gonna have to face it, I'm addicted to love." Laughing, she trailed her kisses further down along his chest, "You love it."
And there was that word again. He arched a brow at her and waited for her to look at him. "I thought you didn't believe in love." Evan said.
"Clearly you never figured out I was lying..." Dorcas paused in her trail southward to look up at him, "At the time... I just figured it was safer to lie..."
Evan sighed. "Why would you feel like you'd have to lie to me?" he questioned. "If you don't want to be honest with me at the beginning of us, how am I supposed to expect you to be honest with me as we keep going?"
Ugh. She let her head fall forward with a heavy sigh, "Because I was overwhelmed by you and Elizabeth kind of at me at once. And I really did not want to think about whether I was in love with you or not at that particular moment."
"You still shouldn't have lied to me." Evan muttered. "Do you really think that you're in love with me?" he asked her. He didn't know if it was possible himself, to love someone this fast. He knew he cared about her. Knew that when he wasn't around her, he was thinking about her or wanting to be around her. Was that love? He wasn't sure.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, now feeling like crap because she didn't know how she was feeling. "I don't know what to think, Ev. I know that I think about you... Constantly. And I really care about you. But I also know we clearly have some kinks we need to work out before anything can be said either way."
"I don't know what to say to you about the whole thing..." Evan admitted. "Honestly, the 'L' word freaks me out just a little bit, especially at this point, but I'm not going to tell you that you aren't allowed to feel it. If that's how you feel, that's how you feel. I just... don't love you yet..? And maybe that sounds shitty and I'm sorry if it does because I don't mean for it to because I really, really like you I just don't think that I've hit that 'love' point yet? And now I feel like a total asshole for even saying anything."
"It kind of makes me... Sad? But relieved at the same time because we honestly barely know each other and that sort of love would be completely fucking disastrous. Like... For serious. We shouldn't even be having this conversation yet. This is retarded!" She covered her head with her arms and kind of growled in frustration.
Evan shifted a little and rolled her over onto her side. "Dorcas, don't think of it like a bad thing alright? I'll say one more think and we can just pretend we never had this conversation, okay? I care about you more now than I have about anyone else, alright? THat's about as close to love as I've ever been. That's the best I can offer you."
She slid back up along his body and pressed her forehead to his cheek, closing her eyes, "That works for me then. As long as I'm at the top of the non-family list, I think I'm okay." After all, she couldn't top family. That would just be asking for way too damned much. That would just be awful to do.
He nodded a little and kissed the girl's forehead. "You're at the top of the non-family list, baby." he assured her. "I don't think you'll have to worry about any of that." Evan said.
Dorcas opened one eye, half smiling, half glaring, "Mood killer." Then she closed that eye again and curled up to him properly, draping an arm across his chest.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. At least if I'm the one who killed the mood you can't say that I only want you to get in your pants." he teased.
"That's totally true! Now I wish I had concrete evidence of that for certain personage..." She scrunched up her nose a little and frowned faintly. Ah well. Life went on.
"You're a total goof, you know that?" he said, shaking his head a little and pulling her closer to him. "Get some sleep dorkface." Evan smirked, kissing the top of her head.
"That's dorkfish to you, thank you. I was caught upon a corndog." Oh god, she was officially a nerd, pulling out the Bill Engvall jokes. Except making it less redneck.
"Dude..." Evan said, chuckling and shaking his head. "I was swimming along and I thought... what's a corndog doing in the ocean?" He couldn't help but laugh again after that. "We really need to get out more."
"Okay, now I might love you," she laughed, shaking her head, "No more television for us. Ever." They were never going to get to sleep were they? What the Hell time was it anyhow? This was like the most chaotic sleepover ever.
"Yeah, yeah. You've loved me since the second I made you faint." he whispered, kissing the top of her head again and pulling her body tighter against his. "Go to sleep, lover."
She would have disagreed but whatever she was going to say was cut off by a very big yawn... So she gave up on that part and just kind of muttered, "Mm, lover. I like that one." With a tiny laugh, she really attempted to sink into sleep...