iseethedead (iseethedead) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-09-07 01:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-14, evan |
Just like bookends
Who: Dorcas & Evan
Where: Her place
When: Night, yo. When else?
Warning: NSFW
Eating out had been fun although Dorcas had neglected to mention running into that asshole guy at the diner. It didn't seem very important. Nothing had happened beyond her being a klutz and him being a jerk. As far as she knew anyway. The idea of Karaoke had been kind of smushed by the fact that there wasn't any Karaoke going on at the moment so she had voted Japanese horror flicks. Not the remakes though. That meant they had to go to her house and watch the DVDs.
So as she unlocked the door to her home, she took off her brand new hat of awesome and pushed her fingers through her hair, loosening it up. She was happy. Heck, she was practically bouncing as she walked further into her home, tossing her keys in their little basket. The hat went on her hat stand (which held many, many various hats of all styles and colors) and for a moment, she settled on the arm of the couch to kick off her platform Mary-Janes. The rest of the outfit was neon bright fishnet thigh highs, a tartan skirt, a black tank top with words in white ("It's psychosomatic. You need a lobotomy. I'll get the saw.") that would glow in the dark and a light weight jacket.
"Okay so... The Grudge, One Missed Call, Uzumaki or... Reincarnation? Oh, or The Ring, Dark Water... Man, a lot of American movies start out as Japanese horror films." Like she was just realizing that. "Not that Uzumaki or Reincarnation have been remade... Yet."
"What does 'Uzumaki' mean?" Evan questioned as he slipped his shoes off. He knew he'd end up staying here tonight, which is why he'd made that quick stop at his place to grab clothes for the next day. Scary movies, whether they belonged to her or not, were sure to end up with the need to not sleep alone. Or so he hoped. Whatever excuse, he was going to stay and he doubted that Dorcas minded that in the slightest. Sure he'd be watching subtitles and having to actually read but that didn't matter either. Horror movies meant snuggling. Of course he wouldn't admit that he watned to 'snuggle'. There really needed to be a manlier term for that word.
"Spiral," she said automatically and decided to pick that one for watching then since it'd likely be one he'd never ever seen before. "I have the manga too... The manga is way creepier," of course it was. And here she was showing her Nerdular Nerdance all over again. Shrugging out of her coat and leaving it behind on the couch, she fished the DVD out of her entertainment center and went about setting it up for playing. Yeah, there would definitely not be any sleeping alone. And possibly sleeping with the light on. As for... snuggling. Uh, comforting his girlfriend? That worked right?
"Gotcha." he said. Evan was a dork in his own right. He never claimed to be anything different. Perhaps not in the manga owning sort of way, but whatever. He didn't care. He thought that Dorcas's nerdiness was cute. Sexy even. He might just have to tell her that sometime. For now he settled himself on the couch and watched as she got the movie set up. "So you got a thing for Japanese Horror?" he asked her.
Dorcas cast a smile at him over her shoulder then went back to setting up the DVD. Thankfully the DVD was in an American format (hurray for amazon.com) and gave her no troubles in that department. She turned the TV on and set it on the right channel (AV2) and turned to settle on her couch, tucking her skirt under her automatically as she sat down. It was then that she realized they'd probably need like soda and crap... Well Hells. "I have a thing for horror in general. Go figure, right? Spend all my time around death, then I watch films of people being mutilated or stalked by evil spirits."
Evan smirked a little at that. "Does this mean you're not gonna be all scared?" he teased. "Well damn." The thought of snacks and soda ran through Evan's mind and he got up from the couch. "Want me to grab something to munch on and some drinks?" he offered. He could be thoughtful every once in a while.
"Oh were you planning on groping me in the dark in an effort to comfort me?" she stuck her tongue out at him with a laugh. "Sorry, we're watching this one with the lights on," because yes, it did freak her out. A lot. Any movie where a guy so neatly tucks himself into a washing machine drum just to turn himself into a spiral was... just... yeah. "Oh, you read my mind. That's hot," Dorcas grinned, "Yes please!"
"What's the fun of watching horror if you're not going to have the lights off?" Evan asked before heading to the kitchen. He returned a bit later with a bag of chips and a pair of sodas for them. Setting the snacks down he looked up at the light switch. "Come on, lights off?" he pouted.
"Plenty!" she called out to him as he disappeared into the kitchen. When he came back, she'd curled herself into a corner and hit play just as he set the snacks down. And thus it began. Dorcas kind of glared at him at his insistence to turn the lights off, "Alright. But don't you try any funny business..."
"Funny business." he said, rolling his eyes a little as he flicked the lights off and returned to the couch, settling down beside her. "You know you like my funny business so don't even start."
"Yeah, so not the funny business I'm referring to," Dorcas rolled her eyes in turn. See? It all was sex with him! Proof right there. Sheesh. "I meant, like, scaring me and stuff like that," for that particular suggestion from him, she did not cuddle up against him... even though she really, really, really wanted to.
Evan sighed. "I was just kidding, god." he muttered, leaning back against the couch. Apparently being a guy always got negative results. Another reason he sucked at this relationship stuff. He tried not to let it bother him that she didn't come closer, but it sort of did. All because he kept putting his foot in his mouth about everything.
That made her laugh for some demented reason. "Oh yay, I'm God now," like she was going to leave that there to be untouched. The film went on without any heed to them or their conversation. And without even thinking about how she was trying to not cuddle with him, she somehow ended up leaning against Evan anyhow. Like a magnet or something.
He smiled a little when she leaned against him and after a moment, he slipped his arm around her. She was probably still annoyed, he was smart enough to know that, but either way, she was leaning against him now and that was better than nothing at all. He was tempted to scare her and for a moment thought of ways to do just that. Eventually he got an idea and knew she'd be pissed, but hey, it would be funny, damn it. So he glamoured up a bat. A flying one and let it flutter past the screen. He could have been a dick and made it rush towards her face or something, but hey, he wasn't that mean.
It was just about 8 or 9 minutes in when she'd leaned against him. Right about the time when the male lead Shuichi asked the female lead Kirie to run away and elope with him and she acted like it was all improper when all Shuichi was doing was trying to end the movie early and save her damn life... Okay, that only made sense if you knew the plot... Dorcas blinked when something went past the screen suddenly, a tiny jump. It was so damned dark that the creature didn't have the effect that it normally might. And she just sighed heavily and tried to ignore it. Likely it was just another stupid ghost. Right?
Evan smirked a little. She'd noticed it, obviously. Perhaps he'd have to do a little more to get a reaction. So that little bat fluttered closer, this time right in front of Dorcas's face.
And then suddenly there was a fucking bat in her face and she half shrieked and stupidly reached out to swat it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice was saying 'bats don't fly into people's faces like that and you know it' and so before she realized it, the words, "What fuckery is this?" came flying out of her mouth.
Evan chuckled a little and shook his head. "Sorry." he told her. "Couldn't help it. Had to freak you out just a little." Then it occurred to him that he hadn't ever mentioned that he could do glamours. Fuck. "Oh, fuck." he muttered, brushing a hand over his face. "Alright um... ever heard of this thing called 'glamours'?" he asked.
Her eyebrows shot up as he started to admit he'd done it. Wait, how was that possible? As far as she knew he was entirely perfectly human. Glamours. GLAMOURS? Dorcas balled an hand up into a fist and swung it as hard as she could at his leg, bent on giving him a Charley Horse. "Two things, you... bastard. One, I told you not to scare me and you did it anyway? What the Hell? Two, you're fucking fae blooded and you didn't tell me and acted like my seeing the dead was weird?"
"Ow." Evan said firstly, because that hurt. He pouted a little and rubbed his leg where she hit him, pulling his arm away from her and frowning. "I'm sorry." he sighed. "I just... forgot, fuck I don't know. And seeing the dead is weird. I never said I wasn't weird too." he muttered.
"You forgot? How do you forget that somewhere along your family line, you're a bleedin' faerie? How do you forget that?" She had almost said that 'at least she was entirely human' and that made her pause. God, how could she even think that? Dorcas scooted away from him again and curled into her corner of the couch, crossing her arms in front of her stomach, a little more than disturbed.
"I just don't do it a lot." he sighed. "It's easy to forget something when you don't do it all the damn time." he muttered. "Why is it we're always fighting about the stupidest shit?" he questioned. "So I forgot to tell you. It slipped my mind. Do you want me to give you ever little detail of my life? Where should I start, Dorcas? Birth? I'm sorry I didn't tell you, and I'm sorry that I scared you, alright? If you're going to be pissed at me all night though, I'm not going to sit here and be begging for forgiveness."
"The glamour thing is actually kind of important but..." she bit her bottom lip, not looking at him, "I'm not pissed right now. Not at you. I am now pissed at myself so don't think you need to beg for anything. Just. When I say 'don't scare me' will you please listen? Please?"
Evan sighed. "Why are you pissed at yourself?" he questioned. "You didn't do anything." he mumbled. "I'm sorry I scared you and I won't do it anymore, alright? I really am sorry."
She took in a slightly shuddered breath, still not looking at him, "It doesn't matter." It was best unspoken and she was going to fight tooth and nail to keep it that way. "Anyhow... Bats don't fly into people's faces unless they're sick."
"I don't know jack about bats." Evan pointed out. "And you really think you're going to get away with saying 'it doesn't matter'?" he questioned, reaching over to catch her chin and turning her face towards him. "Why are you mad at yourself?"
Dorcas actually fought him when he tried to make her look at him, batting at his hand and everything. "Evan... It's best left unsaid," her voice cracked a little as she was on the verge of tears, "Please, please don't make me say it."
Evan frowned at her. "What is it?" he pressed. If it was bad enough for her to be this upset about it, he wanted to know what it was damn it.
God, why did he have to be so relentless about it? Why couldn't he just say 'okay' and hold her or something? "One of the things that came to mind, very briefly, was... At least I'm entirely human. And that's an awful thing to think..."
The punch had hurt, but that? That was way more painful. "Oh." he said, letting his hand drop away from his face and turning away from her towards the television again. He should have let it go, he really should have. Evan didn't know what to say now. What did one say to something like that? It probably shouldn't have hurt his feelings as badly as it did, but he couldn't help the way it felt.
Yeah, there it was. The hurt that she'd been trying so desperately to avoid. "Evan," she whimpered, now looking at him on her own, "I don't really... I care about you too much to... This is why I didn't want to say it." She curled in on herself further, crying into her knees and generally feeling completely miserable now. Well wasn't this just a great date?
Evan sighed and moved closer to her, pulling her out of the little ball she'd managed to work herself into and dragging her into his lap. "Don't cry." he told her, pulling her body against his. "It's alright. No big deal." he assured her.
Dorcas curled against him, putting an arm around his shoulders and feeling rather like a child. God, she was just... ugh. "It is a big deal and you know it. I saw the look on your face," and that was really not helping her stop crying.
"Shhh." Evan said, shaking his head. "It's alright." he assured her again, lifting his hand to run slowly through her hair. "It's alright, baby, I promise." God it sucked to see her cry, especially when he didn't know what he could say to make her stop being so upset. He should have just let it go.
She didn't argue further, just staying curled to him like a barnacle and let herself cry it out which took a few minutes of quiet whimpering and sniffling. When it seemed to be over, she still didn't move though she needed a tissue for now she was quite snuffly and puffy eyed. But she just didn't want to get up.
"You okay now?" he asked her after a long moment of quiet, or at least semi quiet since the movie was still going in the background. He didn't make her move and didn't try to move her himself either. He was just fine with her staying right where she was for as long as she liked.
"No," she said in a tone that made it clear that her answer should have been obvious. Dorcas looked at him, settling a hand on his cheek. For a moment it seemed like she was going to say something but if she spoke again, she was just going to start crying all over again. So instead, she kissed the corner of his mouth lightly, apologetically.
Evan pushed her hair away from her face and let his lips catch hers. "It's okay." he told her. "I'm over it, alright? No hurt feelings, no being upset... no reason to cry, Dorcas." At least he hoped she'd realize that. He didn't want her to cry. Sure it'd hurt, but not enough to warrant her beating herself up over it.
Sniff. "I just cannot believe those words even... I mean, it's not like you're a bloody demon or something," she knew all about those as well. Her great grandmother had kept her well educated on the workings of the other side of things. "I love you and nothing can change that. Especially not blood."
"Shh..." he said, letting his hand run slowly up and down her back. "I know." And he did. And yes, it had hurt, but he knew she was annoyed with him when she thought it. It wasn't like she'd meant to be mean to him on purpose. He couldn't blame her for that. He should have told her. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." he mumbled. "It just never came up and I didn't know how to bring it up ya know?"
Another loud sniff. "Oh, really? The times we've talked about my seeing the dead, you couldn't have gone 'I have something I can do too'?" She laughed miserably and rubbed her face with a hand. God this sucked and she wasn't entirely sure why. After all, it wasn't like it was a trust issue.
"Well the first time we talked about it, we'd just started talking period. We'd just met, I wasn't going to come out and be like 'I'm a freak' to you then." he sighed. "I should have told you sooner but I can't change the fact that I didn't."
"Yeah, the first time. What about the times after that?" She shook her head a little. He was right. It didn't change the fact that he didn't tell her and now they were at this place and she just... felt wrong. "God we suck..."
"Unfortunately." he muttered. "And you don't suck, it's me. I should have told you. I was an ass and I didn't and I'm sorry okay. I just... don't want you to be mad at me..." Evan sighed, leaning his head back against the couch. "This whole situation blows."
"I'm not mad at you. I swear. I'm totally still... mad at me," Dorcas glanced towards the television, very not into the movie any more. She rubbed at her eyes again then leaned up to kiss him lightly, "God, I'm just exhausted now. Like in every way."
"Well don't be mad at you either." he told her. "I'm not mad at you, so you can't be mad at you." Evan brushed her hair behind her ears and kissed her again. "You wanna just go to bed?" he asked. "We can watch movies tomorrow. I'm sorry I messed up tonight."
That made her laugh a little, "I can be mad at me all I want, thank you very much." Dorcas thought for a moment, distracted for a brief second by his kiss, and then decided. She leaned over to the table and grabbed the remote, turning off the television and plunging them into full dark. Then she settled right up against him again, "I kind of don't want to move from here... I like being held by you even if it took stupidity from both of us to bring it about."
"That mean we're sleeping on the couch tonight?" he asked with a little smile. "We don't have to move just yet." Evan agreed, letting his arms settle around her body again. "I'm sorry I scared you." he told her, kissing her forehead. "I'll try not to be such an ass anymore."
She shrugged a little, "Possibly. I think we're both in the bloody dog house." Dorcas tried to make it a joke. Not moving was a wonderful thing because she was just so comfortable here against his body. "Yes well..." A thought suddenly struck her and she arched an eyebrow, "Oi, does this mean you could change my hair color for me?"
"Well yeah. I guess." he nodded. "It'd wear off after a while of course, but I could. Tricks of the mind, aren't they wonderful?" he muttered. Evan was just glad she didn't hate him because of this whole mess. That would have royally sucked.
"Just like real hair color then," she said with a roll of her eyes. Clearly he had never dyed his hair. The corners of her mouth curled up in a hidden smile, "How 'bout a smaller ass?" Which was a clear reference to The Craft but entirely beside the point.
"I like your ass the way it is, thanks." Evan smiled. "So no, I wouldn't give you a smaller ass. And I've so seen that movie. I'm not a witch though." he said. "I can do the whole different eye color or hair color. Whatever. I guess it's interesting enough."
"How could you possibly like my ass?" She didn't get the whole ass thing, seriously. It was a strange body part to like and not at all aesthetically pleasing... "It's the same principle. Just without magic. Or, well, with species specific magic I guess." God, it brought up a lot of questions that she knew he would not have answers for and likely that no one would. "I think its a fascinating ability."
"I just do." Evan said with a shrug. "But I like all of you, so that's beside the point. And maybe it is magical, whatever. Now you know and I promise that's the only thing I can do like that. Promise."
"You even like puffy red teary eyes?" she teased lightly although she kind of wanted to know at the same time. Because her crying face couldn't possibly be attractive. "That may be the only magical thing... But I kind of wonder if you've got any other hidden talents now. Of the normal variety."
"I can sing. And play guitar. Piano. That's about all really." Evan assured her. "And yes, I think you're pretty even when you're crying, but I'd much prefer that you didn't cry at all. Especially when you always seem to cry because of something I've done. It sucks. I feel like such an ass."
"Well I knew those though I've yet to witness the singing and guitar," Dorcas smirked a little in the dark. She'd seen the piano. Like everything else, she remembered that quite clearly. "What if I was crying happy tears because of something you did?"
"Well I'd hope you wouldn't cry at all, but I'd prefer happy tears over sad ones, that's for sure. And you'll see or hear me sing eventually." he smiled. "Maybe. If you're lucky." Evan teased.
"You're so sweet," she said with a little wispy sort of sigh. "You've offered to sing before... I just couldn't think of a song. So don't be cheeky," but she sounded amused. Dorcas shifted around on his lap carefully and settled so she was sitting straddling his legs, chest pressed against his. It was more comfortable instead of being twisted around and she could rest her head on his shoulder better.
He smirked a little at that, thinking about a song he could sing and for a moment, he came up with nothing. But, thanks to a thought of Beatles songs, he came up with a decent one. "I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place where we just met. She's just the girl for me and I want all the world to see we've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm. Had it been another day, I might have looked the other way and I'd have never been aware. But as it is I'll dream of her tonight, di-di-di-di'n'di. Falling, yes I am falling, and she keeps calling me back again." he sang. When he cut off there, he took a breath and looked down at her in the darkness. "There. You've heard me sing."
Dorcas recognized the song immediately - who didn't know that song? And slowly a very broad smile spread on her face, followed by a heated blush. There was no reason to blush, surely but it happened anyhow. She let him finish singing because she quite liked it and then settled her hands on his cheeks, using her thumbs to guide her to his lips (as she had rather poor night vision). There, she pressed him into a very pleased kiss, smile still very present.
He smiled right back against her lips, kissing her once more before letting himself pull back just a little. "Guess that means I don't suck then." he teased. "Good to know."
"Chicks dig the Beatles," she told him simply with a shake of her head. "A lot," she added with a nip to his bottom lip, tugging on it lightly. Yeah, it was all better now. A song fixes everything.
He smirked as best he could before leaning in again and taking advantage of that lip bite with a kiss. "Good to know." he murmured against her mouth. If Beatles made her stop crying and put a smile back on her face, he'd have to start singing them more often.
It wasn't just the Beatles to be honest. It was the fact that he'd sung to her and he'd sung something like that and he was just so interested in making her feel better even though she'd been the truly horrible one because she'd been able to tell it was a fake bat anyhow... It was the fact that Evan was truly just amazing at times. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight like she was just trying to squeeze the life out of him.
Evan smiled a little when she hugged him. "Come on, pretty, let's get you to bed." he suggested. He didn't bother waiting for a response before shifting forward and hooking his arms beneath her back side to keep her balanced. "Now let's hope I can get to the bedroom without killing us both." he teased.
"Oh I'm am I a wittle baby now," Dorcas questioned with a laugh, kind of amused that he seemed so bent on carrying her to bed. Yeah, like she was going to say no. Only it seemed kind of like a bad idea to go up the stairs in the dark... "What, you can't glamour us up a light source? Laaaaame," she was never going to let that go now that she knew about it.
"Brat." he told her as he carefully felt his way towards the bedroom and lay her down on the bed. "You can be such a pain, you know that?" he teased as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. "Maybe I should glamour up a new girlfriend."
She snorted, slowly getting used to being called a brat. Once settled on the bed, she turned on one of the bedside lamps, just in time to watch him start to strip. Ah, her favorite part of the evening. "Please, if you could do that, I doubt you would've ended up picking up a girl like me to be your girlfriend."
Evan rolled his eyes and unfastened his jeans so he could let them puddle at the floor. "It'd just be an illusion but unfortunately I wouldn't get that whole warm body and talking to go along with it. So yeah, that'd suck. I'm quite fond of the girl I've got now though."
Without really realizing it, her head slowly tilted to one side as she watched him. Well! Could anyone really blame her? "Oh really, who is she?" Dorcas joked with a little roll of her eyes.
"You wouldn't know her." he teased, moving to the bed and sliding in beside her. "Or maybe you would. She's pretty hot." Evan murmured. "And smart, and funny and really sweet. Remembers shit like crazy. Hangs out with this pretty cool ghost chick."
Dorcas shook her head with a teasing frown, "No, I don't know anyone like that at all. And yet here you are with me instead." She laughed and stood up, stepping away from him as she slipped her shirt up over her head. Destination - laundry basket.
He smiled and shook his head. "Yeah, sure you don't." Evan said, eyes fixed on hers as she pulled that shirt up and tossed it away. "Maybe I like you better."
She worked on the buttons of her skirt next, keeping her back to Evan like suddenly she was being modest around him or something. "Clearly you must if you're here with me instead of this other girl," she giggled, shaking her head a little. She tossed the skirt in the hamper after unwrapping it from her hips... And there was the secret of the outfit - the garter belt that matched the stockings and was keeping them up.
Evan couldn't help but smile a little at that reveal she was doing. She knew how to heat him up, that was for sure. Not that he wasn't already heated up just being around her to begin with. "There isn't anyone else and you know it. Pain in the ass."
Yeah, not actually doing it on purpose but hey, whatever happened to him happened! It wasn't like she really had true control over his body... right? She unclipped the garter part from the stockings, finally turning around to face him, "Yes, I do know that. And I'm very, very glad there isn't anyone else." She gave him a dark look, "Because you'd both be dead..." Except that she couldn't hold it long and she had to smother a smile and a giggle.
He smiled and shook his head, reaching out to pull her towards him and steal a kiss. "Yeah, well... there isn't. And there won't be. I like my life thanks."
She blinked in surprise when he pulled her close and smiled against his mouth, "I'm glad. That you like your life, that is." Well, she was also glad that there wouldn't be anyone else because that was kind of a fear of her's. Dorcas settled her arms around his shoulders, pressing him into a much deeper kiss.
"Mmm..." he murmured against her lips. "Come to bed, baby." Evan whispered. He just wanted her close dang it.
Pressing a hand into his chest, she took a step back, "Can I finish getting undressed first? Thank you." She rolled her eyes a little with a chuckle and went back over to her laundry basket. Quickly, she shed the stockings, garter belt and her bra because there was no way she was sleeping in that horrible thing. And she took her sweet damn time heading back over to the bed.
"You're so damn evil." he told her, biting his bottom lip. "Come here, brat." he said, reaching out to take her hand and pulling her towards him and kissing her again. "You're really great, you know that?"
Dorcas arched an eyebrow at that claim, "How am I evil this time?" She was actually honestly confused, ignoring the strutting factor. With a soft oof, she pressed against him, settling comfortably into the proffered kiss. "You're greater," she purred against his lips.
"Taking your sweet time coming to bed." he explained, pressing his lips to hers again. She was warm and soft and he just wanted to keep holding onto her as long as she'd allow it. "Mrs. Parker's been quiet tonight. She getting used to me?"
Aaah, was that all? He had a very mild definition of evil then. Dorcas perhaps enjoyed the warmth and firmness of his body a little too much. Physically he was beyond attractive and she loved the way his goofy little mind worked too. "Mm, I believe she's avoiding us. Probably in the kitchen or something," she murmured softly, not really wanting to think about Elizabeth at the moment although she appreciated that the woman had not been around for the drama. Evan would likely not have... certain bits in tact then.
"Ah." he nodded. "I don't know whether to take that as a good sign or a bad one." he admitted. "Avoidance is better than sticking around to hate on me, but I'd much rather she be happy when I arrive." Evan said.
Dorcas slipped further onto her bed and pulled him along so they could actually lay down properly, settling in with a soft sigh, "I think you're asking too much considering... A lot of things. Especially that she's an spirit from a whole other time and to her, you're extremely improper."
He frowned a little at that and brushed her hair away from her face and behind her ear. "I don't mean to be so improper." he mumbled. "It's not like I'm going out of my way to do things to piss her off... I'm not. I want her to like me." Evan pouted. "She's going to hate me til I marry you, isn't she?"
"Sweetie, to her, proper would mean you wouldn't even hold my hand in private and we'd always have a chaperon even walking down the street," Dorcas smirked faintly. God, Victorians were so completely repressed it wasn't even funny. "Yeeeah, pretty much."
"Well I'm going to have to deal with being improper then because I'm not gonna stop holding your hand, in public or not. And I'm definitely not going to get a chaperon. I might marry you though." Evan grinned.
She didn't blame him for either of those and made a point of taking his hand, twining their fingers together. Sometimes, they were chaperoned anyway when Elizabeth was around and he just didn't know it... "Might is such a horrible word in that sentence," she scrunched up her nose and stuck out the tip of her tongue.
"You make the cutest faces." Evan said before he could even think about it, leaning in and kissing the tip of her nose. "You know I'm crazy about you." he assured her. "I don't think it's so much of a 'might' really."
Laughing, her nose scrunched up even more when he kissed the tip. That was just silly. When he pulled back again, she rubbed her nose and gave him a Look with a raised eyebrow. "It's more of a 'when' and 'later'?" Dorcas questioned.
"Yeah." he nodded. "I mean I can't marry you before the month mark, baby. What would people think?" he teased. "I just... I don't want to rush you into it and I don't want to rush me and I want everything to just be... perfect." he shrugged. "Or as close to perfect as humanly possible."
"If you ignore the joint suicide, Romeo and Juliet got married after like... 12 hours basically," it really was a bad comparison. You couldn't really compare anything to Romeo and Juliet but she was going to bring it up anyhow. "God, you're so sweet and thoughtful. Are you sure you're not secretly a girl?" Yeah, she knew he wasn't. No fucking way.
"It's pretty sad that you'd even think such a thing." Evan pouted. "My ego just died. You killed it. Mutilated it and cut it into tiny pieces, threw them in the ocean and left them to be eaten by the seahorses." he muttered, sticking his lower lip out just a bit. "Gosh, you're so mean."
"You know, picking seahorses for your animal of doom is not exactly helping," she giggled, shaking her head a little. She nipped at that pouty bottom lip, arching an eyebrow, "I know you're all man. Honest." Dorcas lowered her voice into what she hoped was sultry, still not having that down quite yet, "Oh how I know."
It was sultry enough and it got a little smirk out of Evan. "Yeah?" he smiled. "That's good to know. Maybe my fragile male ego can be revived after all."
Dorcas slid a hand down along his body and massaged his hip lightly, mimicking his little smirk, "I bet it can. Easily." She giggled and grinned, her tongue sticking out between her teeth. She couldn't help it. It was such an easy set up.
"Tease." he teased, leaning up and giving her a little kiss. "Smile for me again." Because after all, that smile was pretty damn amazing and he wanted to see more of it. Way more of it than those tears.
The tips of her fingers settled underneath the waistband of his boxers at his back, kind of just happy that she didn't have to worry about what he'd think of her touching him in any way. As long as it was pleasant and not punching him in the leg again. She wasn't sure why she blushed when he asked her to smile again and she looked away shyly. Yet the smile was still there, just softer, "You're so weird."
"Yeah, but you like it." he told her, lifting his hand to catch her chin and pull her face back towards his. "Is it bad that I like your smile?" he questioned. "You know you're whole face lights up when you grin. It's cute." Evan explained. "Can't help but like it."
"I never said I didn't," she rolled her eyes a little, keeping her eyes down even though he brought her head back up. "I know nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. I am clueless to this lighting thing save for that you like it." Well that was excessive and she put on a sort of dismissive, innocent look.
"Well I like your eyes too." he told her. "So... you should look at me." Evan smiled, nudging her chin up a little more. She was adorable and Evan was pretty sure she didn't even realize just how adorable she was.
Her eyes raised to meet his, "I think you're too easily pleased. So there." Dorcas rolled over to settle her back against him, hands now pinned underneath her head, "You and your mighty cheekbones of awesome." What, she couldn't compliment him? Even if she was really bad at it?
He smirked a little at that and slid his arm around her body, pressing his lips to her neck. "I'm not easily pleased." He told her. "You're just... right for me." he shrugged. "Deal with it, pretty."
"Oh bull," Dorcas called with a laugh, "You kissed a girl with pink hair that creepily requested to see a body for no particular reason whatsoever! I still haven't figured out why you did that." But she was clearly not upset by this because she was still laughing throughout it.
"It doesn't matter why I kissed you. Fact is I did and it was great just like every kiss that came after it." Evan told her. "And you can think I'm lying or think it's cheesy or stupid or whatever but it's the truth."
No, she supposed it didn't really matter so she didn't pursue that part. "I'd have to say better than the first since you've yet to make me faint again," she trailed her fingertips up and down along his arm, very glad that she hadn't fainted ever again because it wasn't at all pleasant.
He smiled and kissed her neck again. "Guess I'll never live up to that first kiss." Evan teased. "Does make for some awesome stories though. Just think, if we ever have kids, you get to tell them all about how we met."
Dorcas snickered a little, "Can you imagine? Little death obsessed, ghost seeing, glamour casting monsters." That was kind of horrifying actually. And kind of intriguing but not enough for her to try and sneak something along. That would just be stupid.
"Our kids wouldn't be monsters." he said with a little chuckle, shaking his head. "They'd be adorable and you know it." Evan reached over her to flick the light off and settled back against her, pulling her body close to his. "Adorable." he repeated.
"Monsters. Crazy, tiny monsters," she wasn't sure she'd be able to do the mother thing anyhow. It wasn't like she'd ever learned from her own mother... Or really anyone. Dorcas closed her eyes when the light went off, biting her bottom lip as he settled back down against her. Just to taunt him, she pressed her backside against him in a tiny shifting of movement, "Monsters. But with a really cool last name."
He smiled. "You think my last name is cool?" he murmured against her skin, hooking his arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him as much as humanly possible in the position they were in without getting naked. But, he couldn't think about that if he didn't want to be stabbing her in the back.
She shivered against him a little, though definitely not from any sort of cold. Actually she was kind of burning up for multiple reasons. "Mm-hmm. It's very bad ass. It's like... an assassin name," Dorcas grinned broadly, "And totally appropriate for a family owning a funeral home."
"Bad ass. I like that. So you think you can deal with being Mrs. Dorcas Forsythe eventually?" he questioned, his voice taking on a whisper with that question. Maybe he was afraid to ask, but hey, they might make it that far. He was sort of hoping they would.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm not sure I'm worthy of such a cool name," she was kidding really. And it certainly had a better ring than Falk... And hey, she wouldn't have to get used to new initials.
"You are." Evan was quick to say, curling himself into her as much as possible. He slipped one leg between hers and pressed his lips against the curve of her neck. "I'm really glad I met you."
Dorcas blinked in surprise, eyebrows arching up at how quick he was to 'correct' her, how he brought them closer together like he really needed her to believe it. And now her heart was pounding in a gleeful happy sort of way. "Hurray for fate and dead people then?"
"Hurray for fate and dead people." he agreed. "And no murdering yourself. I'll have to check your pulse and leave you out for a day or so if you ever randomly die." he teased.
That was just a really weird thing to say to be honest, "What, to see if I'm going to become a vampire or just violate my body or weep openly? Or a combination?" She was teasing although at the same time, she was extremely curious.
He chuckled a little. "Well Romeo fucked up and killed himself and then Juliet kills herself because dumbass was too stupid to like... wait five second." he teased. "Don't want to fall into that same snare."
Dorcas palmed her face and sighed heavily, "Oh man, I can't believe I didn't pick up the Romeo thing after I made the first reference. I am a dink." She lightly pounded her head on the pillows.
"Doof." he smirked. "No, if you die I just want to randomly check you." he teased. "God, I must have sounded like a total freak."
"Oh not a total freak. Only a partial freak with mixtures of your job and creeptastic Poe-esque romance. Which I actually quite like even if I fuck up the references." Oh how she loved Poe. There'd been a point in her life where she'd almost wanted to try and contract rabies due to her love for Poe... Yeah, that'd been smacked right out of her by Ruth.
"Being normal is far too overrated. Which is why I think we work so good together. We're different. Different works for us." Evan smiled.
"If it didn't we would be sooo fucked," she said in her best Doomy McDoomerson voice which wasn't really a character of anything but trying to emphasize the word 'doom'. But that just made her giggle at the hidden innuendo.
"You're such a goofball." he whispered against her skin. "I love you." And boom, there it was, all laid out and nearly glowing in large red letters, florescent in the darkness. Or maybe that's just how they felt to him because he'd said them. All out loud. Quietly out loud, but whatever.
Holy Hell, he'd finally said it right and not jokingly or with any lack of words or alterations of words. For a moment, there was a very strong silence. And then? There was a soft happy squeal followed by her rolling over and half pouncing him. What? She was happy. Shut up.
He was almost terrified for that moment in between his declaration and her squeal. It was funny how such a short amount of time had felt like an eternity. But then she was rolling over and squealing and pouncing and Evan's eyes were pretty wide by the time his brain caught up with what was going on. "Guess I finally did something right for a change." he smiled.
"Yes! Yes you did. You said it properly and... I feel like a very happy puppy. That's so retarded," she snorted with laughter and curled over in such a way that her forehead was resting on his chest. "I think you might have one yourself one free small screw up."
"A happy puppy?" he teased. "Please don't piddle on my chest." Evan couldn't help it, it was there and she set it up for him and he just had to tease dang it. "Well maybe I should say it more often, huh?"
"Ew!" But she was laughing because she'd kind of walked into that one and she was a big girl. She could take a puppy joke. Right? Right. "Yes, you should. Often. At at least once when Elizabeth is around. You have no idea how many points that would win you."
Evan smiled and leaned up to kiss her. "I'll do that." he assured her. "Even though she probably heard your squealing and is probably watching right now." he teased.
"If she heard the squealing, she's probably assuming some weird dirty thing that she doesn't want to know the details of and is avoiding us like the plague," she commented very quickly before she pressed him into a rather passionate kiss. Yes, all the drama was officially completely erased.
Kissing was good. Very good after a slightly drama filled night. He'd take kissing over crying any day and today was definitely a good one for a kiss like that. Evan slid his arms around her body and held her close to him, not wanting to break the kiss, but eventually having to come up for air. "The one night I behave myself and she thinks I'm getting busy." he smirked.
She loved the long kisses with him, and the short ones too but she preferred the long, deep ones that made her need to almost gasp for air. "I said probably. I'm not a mind reader, y'know," she commented once she'd gotten her own intake of oxygen. "And I am so proud of you for behaving. Honest I am."
"It's not all about the sex." he told her. "That part is great... really, but that's not all it's about for me. You gotta know that, okay?" Yeah, the sex was great and yeah, he was a guy, and yes, they were in that honeymoon stage of the relationship where it revolved around sex, but there was more to Dorcas Falk than the way she was in bed. She got Evan and that was the most important thing. She didn't care what he did for a living, she didn't care if he was a total goof half the time, and she was just as different as he was. It just worked. Like two crazy different pieces of a puzzle that just happened to fit together perfectly.
"Yeah but," she bit her lip, giving him what seemed to be a shy and sly smile all at once, "I do quite like that part." But Dorcas thought the same way. It wasn't all about the sex. She just loved being with him. Yes, they argued but they always worked it out somehow and he was just so fantastically sweet and he didn't care that she was constantly haunted by dead people that he couldn't see. She wasn't a lunatic except for the good parts of lunacy. They just needed to find a style of music they both could agree on!
He smiled. "I do too." he told her. "But we can make it through a whole night without the sex. We should be proud of ourselves and our willpower." Evan smirked.
Slowly, she arched an eyebrow then rolled off of him back to her place right up against him, "Oh, only bargaining on the night then? Well. I think we can manage the night." No more giggling. This wasn't a sleep over and he was not One of the Girls. No giggling... She giggled.
He rolled his eyes and pulled her close to him. "I could go the whole week. Maybe the month." he smiled. "But I gotta be allowed to jerk off if you're gonna be all up close to me at night." he warned.
She hadn't been trying to challenge him but what the Hell. She could play along. "Alright. But only if I can watch." Actually, she kind of was curious anyhow...
Evan arched a brow. "You want to watch?" he questioned. The thought of her watching him do that was both embarrassing and slightly erotic. "Why?"
Dorcas shrugged a shoulder, answering honestly, "Curiosity first off... Second, because it's you and I bet it'd be about a million kinds of hot." And the unspoken third - learning experience so she could do it properly for him.
"Well guess those are good reasons." Evan smirked. "I'll have to work up the stage presence to be able to do it without flushing to death." he admitted.
Aw, that was kind of cute. He was having thoughts of performance anxiety over that. It seemed kind of silly until she asked herself would she be able to do what she was asking him? When the answer came back Oh Hell No, she understood. "There's nothing wrong with a little embarrassment, Ev," she patted his hip lightly.
"We'll see if you still think the same way when I can't think for blushing." Evan warned with a little chuckle.
"You need to think to jerk off?" she asked in a mock surprised tone. Well, not entirely mock because really, that was like the most thought lacking action on the face of the planet...
"Of course I need to think." he told her. "How else am I going to fantasize about something enough to be able to get it up?" Evan pointed out. "There is a bit of thinking involved in jerking off. It's an art."
"Why fantasize? I could do sexy poses or something. Or we have movies. Yours and mine, which is just kind of weird actually..." Yeah, there was no art here. Not that she could see at the moment.
He chuckled and shook his head. "Sexy poses could work. It'd definitely be easy to do with you like... right there in front of me." Evan said. Of course it would be. Especially if she was being all hot and junk. Definitely a lot of material to work with.
Dorcas laughed and shook her head, "Where did you think I would be? Behind two way glass in a lab coat taking notes and chattering with other scientists?" Honestly, that was the silliest comment he could have made.
He laughed again. The thought of her being behind glass was actually pretty funny. "I'd be like a caged animal or something." he smirked. "Nah, I just didn't think you'd be right there." he explained. "Hell I don't know."
She bit the corner of her bottom lip, grinning otherwise, "So... Were you planning a video or something?" To say that she sounded intrigued was an understatement.
He shrugged. "Maybe. I guess I wasn't exactly sure how you'd wanna do this. If I videoed, it'd so have to be burned after you watched it." Evan told her.
"Yeah, burned onto a disc," she altered his thoughts, grinning broadly, "So I could enjoy it when ever I wanted to." Dorcas reached up and tweaked his cheek lightly just to add to that horrible teasing.
"Yeah, yeah." he said, rolling his eyes. "Do you really think that it would be sexy for me to be jerking off? Enough that you'd actually want to watch it more than once?"
Dorcas chuckled softly, pressing in closer to him if that were at all possible, resting her forehead against his, "You must have absolutely no idea how sexy you are to me then because even if it's the silliest, stupidest thing on the planet? There's no way it wouldn't be totally hot."
"Sexy huh? Even with my long legs and scrawniness?" he questioned, arching a brow at the girl. It was nice to be called sexy though. After all, he thought she was all sorts of awesome and all kinds of hot all mixed together.
"Yes, even with your long legs and scrawniness," Dorcas rolled her eyes a little. But the she ran her hands down along his chest, tracing with her fingertips, "I love your tattoos and... the color of your eyes, definitely... And that you have enough hair to pull should I ever have a need." That was accompanied by a low laugh. "And how you actually have lips unlike some men," she reached up, brushing the backs of her fingers against one of his cheeks, "And I love your smile and just... everything. Should I go on?"
"Well I'm not going to stop you if you go on." he grinned. It was nice to get an ego boost and the more she talked about things she liked about him, the wide her smile got. "I love that you're shorter than me. But... everyone's shorter than me so I guess that doesn't count..." he sighed. "But I love that your different and that you're not afraid to be yourself and you've got the cutest smile, seriously. And when you scrunch up your nose, you get these cute little wrinkles over it and that's pretty cute too. And you've got killer eyes." Evan went on. "They're just... really pretty."
She laughed a little harder but in an amused sort of way at both of them, "It's ego boost night here in Dorcas's bedroom." Not that she had much of an ego to boost. Her's was fairly non-existent but apparently he was trying to fix that and shove a little life into it. "So do you think you'll love those wrinkles when they're natural and not from nose scrunching?"
"Yes." he said without hesitation. "Why wouldn't I? By then, I'll have the same wrinkles and probably tower over everyone in the nursing home, even from my wheelchair." he chuckled. "Could you imagine me in a wheelchair. I'd so be doing wheelies in the hallway." Evan grinned.
Aww... That was like sickeningly sweet. And wonderful. God, she wished she'd moved to Scarlet Oak sooner than she had. "I don't think you'll be the wheelchair type. You'll be the type who's like 80 and going on wild and crazy adventures. But by then it'll all be robot safaris." And then she started going off in her own little world, "Like... 'Hans! Toss me that electromagnetic shotgun then get in the car. There's a robot lion.'"
And that right there was why he was head over heels for the girl. They just clicked on so many levels that it was completely unbelievable. "And you won't have camo, you'll have to blend in with chrome." Evan added with a little laugh. "You are like the craziest girl I've ever met." he informed Dorcas. "And I think that just makes your sexiness even sexier. At least to me."
"Chrome? What like... on that one episode of Spongebob?" She held up her arms at an angle and did a little crunch, doing her best imitation of Squidward, "Fuutuuuure... Fuutuuuure..." Which was broken with a giggle of pure amusement. "Aww, my insanity finally has appeal instead of just getting me weird looks. Huzzah!"
"Yes!" he grinned because he so had been thinking about SpongeBob. Yes. Even at twenty-three, Evan was definitely still a cartoon boy. That shit was funny, damn it. "You just got so much hotter for even knowing about SpongeBob."
"Who doesn't know Spongebob? I mean, god. It's like one of the few things on television that's actually good. And now they're getting into more adult jokes like the panty raid thing..." She wasn't even going to go on about what she thought of the movie. Which she'd seen on opening night in the theater and had a good time with the goodie bag and coloring pages. She liked to color.
Evan smiled at her. "You are so perfect for me it's completely crazy, ya know that? Do you know how many girls I've had just... drop me because of where I work, before they even get to the 'you still watch cartoons? OMFG' part."
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with cartoons. I love cartoons. Kid ones, adult ones, anime... And I'm a total Disney fiend," which actually probably wasn't that surprising. Dorcas sighed softly and pushed herself up into a sitting position, "Fuck-a-duck. Now I want to watch Futurama or something..."
"Where have you been all my life, goof?" Evan questioned, shifting Dorcas back onto the bed and rolling over on top of her enough that his knees were on either side of her legs. "It's like I said 'this is the sexiest woman ever' in my brain and boom, there you were. Hell, you even showed up at my work. That's bad ass." he smirked, leaning down to steal a little kiss from her. "Maybe there's a marathon or something." he smiled. "Wanna try this television watching thing again?"
"We did have this discussion... So mostly in Ann Harbor proper and London," she commented, punctuated by a gentle oof once she fell back against the bed. "Oh so I'm a glamour now?" She stuck her tongue out at him fully and properly, running her hands over his arms and to his chest. She kind of liked being pinned like this in a demented sort of way though she knew she could push him off if she wanted too. "Screw a marathon. I have them all on DVD," she pointed to the far dresser across from the bed, "Over there by the other television." Which... she had for a lot of reasons...
"Or you could just let me kiss you for a while." he suggested, doing just that and closing the gap between their mouths to press his lips to hers. Tipping his forehead to hers after a moment, he smiled down at her, balancing himself above her with one hand on either side of her head. "I'm pretty sure I could kiss you for hours if you let me. Days even."
That was a very fine suggestion and she met him half way, draping her arms around his neck as she took in his taste and the feel of his lips all over again. "Mm, you could but my lips would probably swell up to Angelina Jolie levels and then I'd be weird looking and have to ice my mouth." It was more of a warning than telling him no because she tilted her head up and to one side to catch his mouth all over again.
"Maybe for just... a few minutes then." he whispered as her lips moved to his. He was completely serious about kissing her for hours, swollen lips or not. It wasn't hard to tell that he was enjoying the kissing. Well, actually it was - hard - which was the problem because he was being good damn it. His body screamed 'yes!' and his head was like 'fuck you bitch, get down'. Maybe he should have opted for Futurama, but the kissing was good for now, he'd just deal with not acting on those impulses later. Maybe with a shower. Or an extended bathroom break.
A few minutes was good. Here and there. Eventually they'd amass those hours and days and no one would have swollen lips making them look silly. Although it would really take like a vacuum to make either of them look like Angelina. Considering how they were positioned, she could kind of tell that yes, he really did like it and while it wasn't so easy for him to tell with her (unless he went reaching), she was enjoying it just as much. Unlike him, though, her mind was not telling her to back off. Body and mind were in great agreement. And yet she knew that he really should've opted for television because they were both trying to be so good. It was a frustrating enough conflict that she pulled away and placed a finger on his lips. It looked like she was trying to say something but she'd lost whatever words she had and instead looked kind of like a fish.
Evan took a breath. "Sorry." he said, pulling his hips back from hers enough that he was just barely brushing against her and not pressing like he had been. "Can't... help it." Obviously. He was trying to be good, dang it. "Maybe we should... watch those dvd's."
Dorcas unwrapped her arms from him then placed her hands on his hips, pulling him right back down. "I know... but I kind of like feeling... And um, knowing that I have that effect on you. It's kind of like the biggest ego boost." Mostly because she had never thought herself capable of eliciting that sort of reaction from any man. Ever. "I could always try to ruin the mood so we can watch them...?"
"It's up, it's not going to go down." Evan told her. "That's like... pitching a tent on a pretty day and watching to see if it randomly falls over. Not gonna happen." he assured her, leaning down to press one more little kiss against her lips. He lifted his hips again and let out a breath. "I should probably move." he told her. "Or maybe take a cold shower. It's all your fault for kissing like that."
"Psh, you have no idea of my powers, young man," but she didn't press the issue further. Although she giggled at the pitching a tent thing because... seriously. Honestly. Dorcas wasn't very keen on letting him move if he was going to keep kissing her and being sweet and really trying his damndest. "If I kiss any special way that you like, it's because I learned to kiss from you," and she did rather enjoy learning it and all the, erm, extra credit if you will. She gave him an innocent look, "Or you could always take care of your... problem... here and now." And their conversation made the circle.
Evan swallowed a little and opened his mouth to say something, what he wasn't sure, but nothing emerged so he closed it again and looked away for a moment or two. "I could..." he finally said. "But um... got any tissues or something to clean up with because I am not about to make a mess all over myself for your viewing pleasure."
It seemed like an excuse to her because he'd done that particular thing to her in a fit of passion... Ah well. It wasn't like she was lacking in tissue. "On the nightstand. Try your next attempt to get out of it," she smirked.
Fuck. he thought as he looked over at the nightstand and there, lo and behold, were tissues. "Guess I'm out of attempts." he admitted. He swallowed and leaned back a little so he was on his knees, but still straddling her. "Well... this is your thing so... where do you want me? God I feel like a porn star or something."