Jeanne-Marie Aurora Beaubier (doubleact) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-04-20 16:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | aurora beaubier, walter langkowski |
Log: Aurora and Walter
summary!Walter and Aurora "watch hockey" on his couch. The L word comes up. Backdated before JP got kicked out.
WALTER: Walter did good boyfriend stuff today. In his own opinion, at least. Hopefully, Aurora thought so too. He felt that maybe he wasn't paying much attention to her lately. Plus, the whole ordeal with Julian. And then that whole other ordeal with Jean-Paul. Let us never speak of these things!
So, he took her out to dinner. A mildly fancy place. You don't have to wear a tie, but there isn't a kid's menu. And at least three of the entrees had hard to pronounce names. It's a little late now, but Walter can't sleep. Not when there's an Aurora around! He's convinced her to sit on the couch with him for a little bit. With all the cable channels here, he's able to catch a playoff game. Oh hockey, what was life like before you? "Oooh, he's gonna get a hat-trick." Oh girlfriend, before you, he didn't feel guilty about watching hockey.
AURORA: Aurora liked being spoiled. And so when Walter suggested they eat out, she'd put her best dress on (a teeny tiny red number) with hopes that maybe she'd dazzle him into buying her dessert too. All in all it had been a good night - she'd even played footsies under the table with him!
And then they'd got back to his room, and he'd sat on the couch, and she'd sat next to him, and then she reached for his hand and he had reached...for the remote. Oh. Hockey. Slouching back a little, Aurora had sighed heavily, thoroughly intent on distracting him. "What's a hat trick, mon chou?" She doesn't really care, but he bought her dinner. She's humouring him!
WALTER: "When a player gets three goals in a game." Isn't that exciting, Aurora? "Is this okay?" Hopefully, because this is what he'd really like. It's give and take, Aurora!
On top of that, he's surprised he made it through dinner without mentioning the fact that her brother tried to make out with him.
AURORA: Since when is Aurora ever give and take?! She narrows her eyes at the little poofy men on screen, glaring at them as if they'd done her a personal disservice, before forcing a big fake smile, "Oh, mais ouuii, Walter. This is okay."
At least they're on the couch. And now she can try and make out with him - hopefully with better success than a certain pointy-eared sibling of hers. "How many goals do they need to win?" She shuffles a little closer to him.
WALTER: "More than the other team." Walter thinks he's so darn funny. He cracks a smile, looks over at Aurora. His lady, his ... something or other. She makes him feel all weird and goofy. "Did I mention you look beautiful in that dress?" And in general?
AURORA: She smiles when he smiles before -oh, hello, she's straddling him now, arms around his neck. "Merci." Compliments from Walter aren't like compliments from other boys and Aurora kisses his forehead, "You do not look too bad either, mon cher, very svelte, non?" She plucks playfully at his collar.
WALTER: There's nothing wrong with this! This is consensual girl-sitting-in-your-lap-in-your-room. No one's mother (or brother) is going to burst in! Still, Walter is a little nervous. "Svelte?" He cracks a goofy smile at that. Now she's just laying it on a little thick.
AURORA: Aurora likes that she has a boyfriend and her brother does not, sometimes. If he were to burst in right now, she would probably just smile. "Oauis...svelte." She's nuzzling his nose now. "Not that I do not enjoy your uniform..." Gently, she presses her lips against his. Aurora has long since learned not to rush things with Walter, (even if she wanted to).
WALTER: Walter is like a woodland creature, Aurora! Sudden movements scare them away! He returns the kiss, hand on the small of her back-- there's a cheering sound from the television. Walter, if you know what's best for you, you don't
look!
AURORA: He had better not look!! Aurora's a little naughty, because she knows he wants to watch sport. She's trying to get her timing just right, kissing while long, deft and quick fingers begin to pop open the buttons on his shirt. A brief smile up against his mouth as she wonders whether she should bring the party down a little lower. Why not?! Her lips are on his throat, now. Hockey is the farthest thing from her mind; those people are totally cheering for them.
WALTER: His hands go up to cradle the sides of her face. That portion of neck right under he ears is so soft. Gosh. And it's not that he wants to stop this. It's just that his brain is telling him to say something! Say something! Tell her about the time you lost your glasses as a child! No! He nearly blurts out that her brother tried to kiss him (because he somehow feels guilty for it) but instead he tells her another truth. "I'm in love with you."
AURORA: Aurora freezes. Oh Sweet Mary, holy mother of fuck did he just use the L word? No one's ever said that to her. Not like this. Not like they meant it. She's staring at him, now, eyes wide, mouth open. "C'est vrai?!" Wait. Wait. Wait. English. Oh tabernac, she'd forgotten how to speak--"You are?" DON'T YOU LIE TO HER NOW. You don't need the L word to get into her pants, Walter!
WALTER: If you think about it, he's stopping her (momentarily, at least) from getting into his pants to tell her such a thing! Walter nods, a little sheepish. Because gosh this just got awkward to him. How embarrassing! The girl he loves actually knows it now! "You don't have to-- I mean, I just wanted you to know."
AURORA: She's totally dumbstruck (lovestruck?) right now. Deer in headlights. Stunned mullet. Her fingers tighten about his collar though, like she doesn't ever want to let go and then-- "OH WALTER MON AMOR, JE T'AIME AUSSI!!" She loves him right back. Proves it by pressing her lips hard against his, a little possesively, even. He is all hers, now. She owns him. Just wait until she tells her brother!!
WALTER: Dammit, he really needs to get a French to English dictionary. Considering that she's kissing him again, he figures it's a good thing. This went over really well! It's amazing how his inner monologue can continue when he's got a hot lady in his lap. Less thinking, more kissing.
AURORA: If Aurora had an inner monologue, it'd probably all be in French, so it was probably a good thing she was just, you know. Doing her thing on his lap with her fingers and his buttons and her mouth. "I love you." That's said up against his throat, and she grins. It sounds nice in English too.