Ransom Weiss (struckonce) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-12-19 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-05, charlotte |
Rain, Rain, Go AWAY
Who: Ransom and Charlotte (maybe various Weiss NPCs?)
When: Morning
Where: Charlotte's house
Charlotte had wanted an excuse to spend a lot more time with Ransom - she truly had. When she had filed this request with God, perhaps she should have been more specific. She certainly had not wanted the entire packlands to flood. That was what had happened, however, and when Charlotte's mother heard of it, she did something rather surprising. Isadora had invited the entire Weiss family to come stay with them. Actually, she'd bordered on insisting.
So Ransom, six of his siblings, and his mom had come to stay at Charlotte's house. It wasn't as tight of a fit as it sounded. The house had three guest bedrooms, and even without them, the house had a finished basement. It had been converted into both family den and year-round garden, and Isadora had offered to let the kids camp out down there with sleeping bags if they so desired. There was plenty of room for everybody, and Isadora was positively gleeful at having so many kids in the house. Needless to say, there was a lot of baking going on. The animals were in mild shock - which Charlotte was hearing plenty about - but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The full moon was bound to be interesting, though. All in all, Charlotte felt like it was going okay. Granted, she would have been much happier if she'd found a way (and the nerve) to sneak Ransom into her room last night.
After waking and showering (she was relieved to have hot water - the tank and heater had passed that test, at least), Charlotte had dressed and set out to hunt down her boyfriend. Time to see how he was holding up.
It was an offer Ransom couldn't pass up, as his family truly did need somewhere to stay. The packlands didn't flood often, but when they did it became chaos in their home. Everything that could be moved was moved to the second floor. Sand bags were placed at all entrances and the focus was on keeping the water out and nothing else. Ransom's father had to stay home and keep the house in order, which left his older brother Sol at the garage, keeping business running. Sol didn't even work there, but leaving Ransom in charge, in the rain, was a no go. He wouldn't have even been much help at the house, too shaken by the thunder and lightning to do anything of use. Charlotte's offer was a blessing, allowing Ransom to get some much needed rest. Now, the only thing he didn't have that he desperately wanted was alone time with Charlotte.
Generally that was easy to come by in her house. The place was a mansion and was only occupied by three people at most, usually only two. Right now it was as packed as he'd ever seen it, every guest room full with a small camp site in the basement. As usual, he was stuck sharing a room with Locke, who wouldn't shut up about who huge the place was, but managed to complain about the bed. It was only because the two of them had to share it. "Can't you just stay with her? It's not like you have to hold back or some shit. What's the big deal?" Locke asked, sitting cross-legged on the bed while Ransom pulled a fresh undershirt over his head. It was bad enough that his whole family knew he'd slept with Charlotte, but talking about it? Ransom wanted to shake his brother till his brain clicked back into place, as it had surely come loose.
"It's not respectful to her parents and-- and I just can't!" Ransom said, frustration rising. He wanted to crawl into Charlotte's bed, would if he thought it wouldn't be horribly bad manners, but after what her family was doing for his? He didn't feel like he could risk it. "You can always sleep on the floor, if it bothers you so much."
Charlotte checked everywhere but his room first. Mainly because she wasn't sure if he or Locke would be sleeping, and didn't want to wake either of them if that were the case. She wasn't used to overnight house guests, and wasn't 100% on the etiquette of such a thing. In the end, she headed back upstairs and stood outside the door a moment, listening for voices. When she heard them (but thankfully not the content of the conversation), she knocked softly. She met eyes with Anna as the spaniel-turned-familiar walked past. Pups everywhere, Anna said to Charlotte, sounding amused. It makes me feel young again.
Charlotte smirked faintly. Anna had been getting up there, as far as doggie-years went. Now, Anna would never grow old. The cats are going insane, she replied.
Anna was incapable of grinning, but Charlotte felt thick waves of amusement coming off of her. Let them.
Ransom heard Charlotte's approach just before she knocked and immediately wondered how loud they had been or how sensitive her ears were. The conversation he'd been having with his brother was not one he wanted her to overhear and he glared at his brother pointedly before going to open the door. Locke just relaxed back on the bed, bare-chested but wearing jeans. He saw no reason to dress up for his brother's mate when he was relaxing in the bedroom.
"Morning," Ransom smiled as he opened the door. His eyes immediately dropped to Anna, who had likely overheard the conversation but also had the good sense not to repeat it. At least, that was his hope. He liked Anna and thus far she'd been kind to him. "Good morning, Charlotte," Locke sing-songed from inside the room. Ransom opened the door further, allowing her to respond to his brother when he was personally ready to bolt.
Charlotte offered a smile and a little wave. "Good morning," she replied to both of them. Anna noted the situation before determining that breakfast was still winning out. "Good morning, Ransom. Morning, pup." She was padding away to the staircase as the words sounded. Charlotte hoped Locke would take better to being called a pup than Ransom had the first time, but decided it may be better not to give him time to dwell on it. "Sleep okay?" She hated that they'd had to share a bed - her mom had too. She half expected Isadora to run out and buy cots and air mattresses before the day was over.
Ransom grinned, knowing his brother's reaction without even seeing it. To a fifteen year old werewolf, being called a pup was about the biggest insult Anna could have thrown at him. And he would not let the dog win the battle. Locke hopped off the bed and began to follow Anna, attempting to rattle off reasons why he was an adult. Ransom saw it as a lost cause, but a perfect distraction. The second he turned the corner Ransom slipped an arm around Charlotte's waist and pulled her in for a kiss. "Slept fine," he said, brushing his nose against hers. "Missed you though." While he'd argue with his brother that they had to share a room, all three agreed that Ransom would be happier with Charlotte.
Charlotte did her best not to laugh. At first she wondered if Anna did that on purpose, until she heard a private sigh from Anna's direction. I couldn't remember his name. There's too many of them.
Too late. You're stuck with him now, Charlotte thought at her. Thanks! Yes, that worked out rather well. She smiled and wrapped her arms around Ransom's neck, wishing again that she could get away with sharing a room with him. Even if her mom didn't find out, she'd be too paranoid in a house full of weres. Wouldn't they... know? The idea was a little mortifying. "Missed you, too. Think everyone's holding up okay?"
"I think so," he answered, remaining as close as he could without causing a scene if they were snuck up on. "Jess and Salem are happy as clams. I've never seen two girls gush so long over a bath tub. You'd think they never bathed before in their life. The twins camped down in the basement and Mayze stayed with Mom-- speaking of which, I think she's down in the kitchen with your mom. We may have enough food for an army by lunch time." Ransom's mother was used to cooking for a huge number and Charlotte's mother loved to bake. Between the two of them Ransom expected a banquet in the works. "Sol's running the garage till the storm passes. They don't expect me to come in today." Ransom bit his lip, considering. "Think we can hide out in your room till breakfast?"
So far, so good then. Charlotte had to admit, it was an immense relief that their families could get along - even if Charlotte's family only consisted of her mother. And the animals. Valen didn't count. He was putting in a lot of extra hours to avoid the madness, and that was just fine by her. "I think that's probably a good idea. Anna can only keep your brother occupied for so long," she agreed, taking Ransom's hand and leading him to her door. Which was a maddeningly short distance away. It'd been really hard to sleep with that thought in mind. She wondered if it had been the same for him.
If it weren't for the fact that his brother could return at any moment, Ransom would have pulled Charlotte into the guest room where he was staying. Locke wouldn't have an issue with barging into a room that was "his", but he'd never dare go looking for Ransom in Charlotte's room, even if he knew that's exactly where his brother was. There was something about going into a girl's room that was forbidden territory and he wouldn't go without permission. Ransom was betting money on that and followed quickly behind Charlotte into her room. She'd been so close last night that he could hardly stand it, could almost pick out her heartbeat among the rest. Now that he finally had some time alone with her, the house was full of weres. It granted as much privacy as his own house did, and that wasn't much, but at least her room was hers alone. "I never thought we'd share a roof but not a bed," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her as soon as the door was shut. "This sucks." He could laugh about it, but it really and truly did.
The thought coupled with his voice made Charlotte shiver. She couldn't help but smile, even as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him. "It could be worse," she said. They were definitely getting to spend a lot of time together. And their families got along. These were all good things. If she was being honest with herself, she'd been a little nervous about how his family would react to her house and background, and so far, everything seemed... pretty ideal. Everyone was treating her the same way.
"Yeah," he said, brushing a kiss across her temple. "I could be somewhere else without you." That somewhere was limited, seeing as how it was raining and Ransom preferred to be curled up in a corner when that was the case. If he wasn't there with Charlotte, he'd have been tucked away in his house, likely in a crabby mood. Being here, though, he was able to keep a smile on his face, seeing Charlotte almost every hour of the day.
This was possibly the calmest Charlotte had seen Ransom in a storm. Considering the circumstances, she'd been worried sick about him yesterday. So indeed, things could be a lot worse. "That would be horrible," she confirmed, giving a solemn nod and even managing not to grin. Now if only the rain would stop and give them a tiny window of a day or so to go out and leave everyone else here while the waters went down.
"Dreadful," Ransom agreed, a smirk curling on his lips as he leaned down to kiss her. He'd tried to keep a straight face, but it was hopeless. As his lips moved over hers, his hands slid down over her ass, pulling her closer. "You know, maybe if we're quiet..." He was out of his mind and he knew it, but nothing could distract him more than Charlotte and he wanted her bad enough to suggest it.
The very suggestion made Charlotte feel warm all over, and tingly at her very core. Of course, it also made her cheeks turn a violent shade of red. They would know. Not her mother, which she supposed was the important part, but his siblings would. Could she deal with that? The Weiss family seemed to be much more accepting to this kind of thing. They all knew she was his mate, and seemed to pretty much welcome her to the family (or pack, as it were). Like it was completely natural. Charlotte's upbringing and instincts wanted to reject the very idea. Well, maybe not all her instincts. Her breath hitched as her fingers wove through his hair. "Would they...?" She wasn't sure where she was going with that question. She knew they'd know. Would they care?
"Stop us?" Ransom asked, finishing her question and raising a brow. He knew that wasn't what she was asking, but it was what really mattered in his opinion. The only one stupid enough to say something might be Locke, and Ransom would be sure to cut that off before the opportunity arose. "They wouldn't dare," he smirked, catching her lips with his. As skittish as the rain might make him, Charlotte could distract him from almost anything. It'd been forever since they'd had time alone with each other, and it seemed like such a waste to spend what they had with him cowering from the storm. His hands began to wander as his tongue slid between her lips and he guided her back to the bed.
Now Charlotte's heart was pounding. Any last shred of denial she'd been holding onto flew out the window. Yup, they'd know. But Ransom didn't seem to think they'd care too much. Then again, she wasn't sure that Ransom was thinking with the head on his shoulders at the moment. His mom will know! she thought, immediately followed with, His mom already knows. She wanted her brain to shut off. She had a feeling he'd manage to accomplish that for her, and she allowed herself to be lead. After all, hadn't she spent all these weeks dreaming about what it'd be like to have him in her own bed with her?
Ransom wanted to believe that he was in control of the situation, that he could be with Charlotte and get away with it. Most of his siblings knew enough to stay away, but there was one that was quiet enough to sneak up on them, to knock softly on the door, unable to reach the handle. "Rasom?" Mayze's little voice pipped up from outside just as he was about to lay Charlotte out on the bed. "Rasom, mama say breakfas." Ransom licked his lips and groaned, nuzzling closer to Charlotte and kissing her neck. "Rasom?" The little knock came again and he sighed, unable to leave his little sister waiting there on the other side of the door. "Sorry," he whispered to Charlotte, then kissed her once more before opening the bedroom door. Mayze stood there, a bright smile on her face as she spotted Charlotte. "Hi hi!" she waved.
Charlotte knew this wasn't exactly irony, but it didn't feel very far off. She had been just about to throw all inhibitions to the wind and... Drat, she thought, having to sigh heavily. It would have been nice. She would have been embarrassed later, but she would have made it worth it. It was impossible to be too annoyed with Mayze's cute little self standing in her doorway though, so she put on a bright smile. "Hi hi yourself, sweetie. Did you sleep okay?"
"Mmhm!" Mayze nodded enthusiastically. She was the only one if the Weiss children who didn't understand why they were staying at Charlotte's and saw it all as a vacation. "Pancakes and waffles!" she reminded them before Ransom picked her up. He looked back at Charlotte, his expression a reminder of the apology, and took her hand. "Hungry?" he asked her. He would have liked to stay in bed with her, but now couldn't without a toddler relaying the message.
Not in the slightest, Charlotte thought, but she knew she was pretty much stuck with it. "Well it sounds like there's quite the feast down there, I think we have to check it out." Darn it. She would get the boy alone at some point. She would. Unless... with dawning horror, she realized this was almost too convenient. Had his mom known, and sent Mayze on purpose? The thought made her nervous. I don't think she'd do that, she told herself, trying to hold on to reason. She seemed pretty happy to have me... mated in to the family. It's just breakfast. Breathe.
Ransom could tell by looking in Charlotte's eyes that she was just as frustrated with being interrupted as he was. He knew Mayze meant nothing by it, though, and he doubted his mother knew she was interrupting anything. If she did, well... that was a whole different issue, that probably stemmed from not wanting more grand children too soon. Ransom knew better than for that to be an issue-- as did Charlotte-- but his mother might not. His brothers and sisters weren't always that smart, so he could understand her concern. "Later," he mouthed to her with a smile before allowing her to lead the way downstairs. They'd find some alone time; he'd see to that no matter what.