Gabriella Lawrence (_dancingflames) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-11-07 22:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-25, gabby |
As I move my feet towards your body
Who: Harley, Gabby and Urist (NPC'd)
Where: Gabby's house >> downtown
When: afternoon, after this
'You're aware you're bouncing, right?' The exasperation in Urist's voice made Gabby smirk. She could tell that the fox did not approve of all the mental images flashing through her head as she paced the hallway, waiting for Harley to get there. Sure enough, when she paused in her circuit and looked out the window next to the front door, she bounced on the balls of her feet in excitement. "Yeah, its this thing I do. Yanno, when I'm happy?" Urist cocked his head to the side, looking for the whole world like a perplexed dog. 'Right. Happy. You feel nervous to me, too.' Gabby burst out laughing at that--if a laugh could be skeptical. "I am a great many things, fox, but nervous and shy isn't one of them. Fuck." Gabby'd forgotten her lucky lighter on her nightstand. She'd gone far beyond the need for it; it'd become a symbol of what she'd accomplished, and she was convinced that every bit of luck was necessary, what with the recent murder in her hometown. Racing down the hallway to her room, she crashed through the door and vaulted onto her bed, reaching out to grab the little metal object. She rolled across the bed and up onto her feet, jogging back to the front door, where Urist still sat, looking amused. Gabby shoved the Zippo into the pocket of her shorts, glancing out at the driveway for the millionth time.
Despite swearing up and down that she wasn't, Gabby had to admit that she definitely felt something akin to nerves at seeing Harley again. Granted, the moment she began to think about the last time she'd spent time with him, Urist sighed theatrically. 'That night has been on an instant replay for longer than I care to think of. Is it at all possible for you to think of something else? I wish I could brain-dump the images you've branded into my brain.' Gabby rolled her eyes. "It isn't as if you should be surprised that that happened. You can read my mind, can't you? So you know how I feel, who I want to--" 'Finish that thought and I swear I will bite him as soon as I see him.' "--date. Sheesh!" Okay, so maybe she'd edited that last bit, but so what? She and Harley were adults, and they'd known each other long enough for her to feel comfortable enough to act on her attraction. 'I'm sure all that alcohol had nothing to do with it.' "You know what? Now is not the time for you to lecture me. I just spent the last twenty minutes in there with dad, with him brow-beating me on the proper use of mace." Which she had tucked away in her purse. "Nevermind the fact that most of the shit that's out there won't really be hindered by mace." That would be where her element came into play. Oh, and luck. She would need that if something happened. 'Oh yes, let's forget the familiar in your arsenal.' Sighing, Gabby reached down and scratched the top of the fox's head. "Hey, I couldn't forget you. But you need to be nice, or you won't come along with me anymore, no matter what dad says. Think you can handle that?" 'If you promise to stop thinking about ...that. Then, yes.' "Deal! Or...well. I'll try." Gabby smirked. Now, where was her favorite were-bird?