farley trask / jim gordon (commissioners) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-08-19 05:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison 'al' peabody, farley trask |
Who: Farley Trask and Al Peabody, Lilia Trask (NPC)
What: Al gives Farley hugs (complete log)
When: August 18th - evening
Where: Trask house, New Orleans, LA
Warnings: A little angsty fluff, then some mild sexytimes
Al paced. The week had been a strange one and that was without the usual Padmeus interuptus. She wanted nothing more than to go back to her life before Padme, but then her life before Padme didn't have two people she'd grown rather fond of, if not loved. Lilia was busy playing in her room with some puzzles Al had bought; they were just like the ones her nieces and nephews seemed to love. Al was probably going to nuture a few hobbies that weren't at all that princess like, but Lilia seemed to love: puzzles, putting things together, pulling them apart, playing with cars. Sure, Lilia wasn't ready for the introduction of cars, but Al wanted the girl to be more than a princess.
She honestly wondered what he was thinking when he took her in. Farley didn't need her around; sure, she'd cut back on the babysitting bills, and he wouldn't have to take Lilia to his parents as often, meaning he might get to see her more. But, was that it? No, he liked her. He cared about her. But what did it say when she thought of Lilia not herself when he said "my girl." Not that she would expect otherwise, but what did that say?
The once TA sighed and checked on Lilia to make sure was okay, then realized it was definitely time for the little princess who was considering fairydom to get a bath in before Farley got home from another night of research. He'd yet to give her any hints, any ones she could use. The two women of the house played in the soapy water, getting one of them clean and the other one wet. Al got Lilia in her Princess of the night pjs, Jasmine, and settled her into bed. She wouldn't go straight to sleep, so they'd have time to look over a book.
Lilia read the book while Al nodded, listening to the story. That was how he'd find the two of them. Curled up in Lilia's bed with a few books around them. Al hadn't had a chance to see the gossip nor Farley's reaction; she'd spent most of the day entertaining, educating, and doing research of her own. She couldn't go back to NYC to finish her degree, so she was going to find somewhere new and figure out how to pay for it. Okay, maybe she did get a few replies off to Yoda, but that was all she bothered reading.
When Farley came home, he was still fuming. He was in the middle of making arrangements for the surprise (which Al still hadn't managed to wheedle out of him) when he had, regrettably, refreshed the journal pages and saw the gossip post, and then his day was ruined. Who did this fucker think he (or she, rather - Gossip Girl? Please.) was, posting that rumor about Al and Ted? And even though it was based on truth, how did he know it in the first place? Once he started thinking about it, he couldn't stop, and he decided he'd better get home before Al saw it. He had no idea how she, or Padme, would react, and more than that, he wanted to make sure she was okay. She'd had enough upsets in her life recently without this additional bullshit.
He came home to a quiet house - quiet save for the soft sounds of his daughter's voice coming from her bedroom. He took off his shoes, walked past the kitchen to her room, looked inside, and smiled, momentarily calmed. "Well, well," he said affectionately. "Look at my two girls." He walked into the bedroom and gave them each a kiss on the forehead before settling at the foot of Lilia's bed. "Good story?"
Al was a little surprised to hear herself added into the girls, but she just smiled. Lilia, of course, was happy to see her daddy, but she gave him a quick shhh, so that she could finish the story. Al winked at the guy at the foot of the bed, her attention quickly returning where it was supposed to be.
"And then the princess said 'I'll save you, prince.' And she saved him, and they got married, and had bunches of kids, and they lived happily ever after." Lilia nodded, closing the book because the story had finished. "Yes, good story. Al tells it wrong everytime."
Al just smiled and leaned over to give Lilia a little kiss on the top of her head. "Well, I'll get it right eventually, promise. I'll let the master tuckerinner take cover, okay?"
Lilia smiled and gave Al a quick kiss good night. This was Farley's time when he was around for it, and Al wasn't going to butt in. Plus, she had a few admissions pages she wanted to check out. Maybe get a glance at the journals?
Farley and Al switched places, and he gave her a smile as she stood up to leave. "Hey," he said before she walked out of the room, "don't go too far, I need to talk to you about something." He tried to smile reassuringly, but he had a feeling it didn't work as well as he thought it would. He turned back to Lilia and ruffled her hair. "Alright, you rascal, let's get you under the covers!"
Lilia giggled and flung herself under the blankets. He tucked her in promptly. "There we go. Snug as a bug in a rug." He gave her another kiss, and she pulled her arms out from under the covers to give him a hug. "Sweet dreams, princess," he murmured.
"Night, Daddy," she whispered back, and she shut her eyes as Farley turned out her lamp. Quietly, he walked out of her room and shut the door, and then walked into the living room to find Al. "Well, she's out, or she will be in a few minutes" he announced, rubbing his eyes. "You check the journals today?"
Al had poured Farley a glass of ice tea, leaving it out so he could see it, before she settled down with her laptop to start reading admissions pages. Some of them were very far away, like Berkley and Cambridge. The current one was Cambridge; these were more her wishful thinking schools than places she'd really go. She couldn't afford either really. He could probably see Columbia's name across the current page as she looked up at him.
"She's good about that. My sisters' rugrats tend to fight it. Then again, so did we." She looked down at the laptop screen then back at him, brow raised. "Do I want to look at the journals? The only one I've really done anything on is mine - talked to Yoda. Uhm, Joy, I think her name is."
He saw the glass and grabbed it, taking a long drink before answering. "No, probably not, but you should. Somebody started posting gossip anonymously." He paused to sit down next to her and sighed. "Just so you know, there's something about you and Ted."
"About me and Ted?" Al couldn't imagine what anyone would say about them. She shifted the laptop, bookmarking her current spot and opening a new tab. It didn't take her long to find that whatever had been said wasn't liked by a few people - Farley included. She gave him a glance and kept looking. Then there was "Gossip Girl's" post. "Wow, someone's original."
Then she read it, and the smirk at the name faded. She didn't know the other people, but she didn't need to. She looked at him, then at the post again.
"How...what...I don't." She wasn't mad; she just set the laptop to the side and thought. "Shit." She spoke softly, even though the little ears that didnt' need to hear such language were tucked in bed. "Well, I guess I'm living with the wrong guy. Because I didn't know they were an item."
He watched her carefully as she read the post and put an arm around her shoulders when she finished. "You don't have to joke about this, darlin'," he said, giving her a little squeeze. "I mean, this is serious. Just me and Ted know about that night, right? I'd be surprised if Ted told anybody else about it, but that's beside the point. Whoever posted those rumors isn't just trying to mess with us - he or she is letting all of us know that we're being watched, and not in a good way."
"That or they're taking a stab in the dark. It also targeted another couple. I bet everyone in that post is part of some very public couple. If not a public couple, then the person is very active, very open. We don't hide it, and Ted and I haven't hidden who we are. This might be something more up Padme's alley, but this is meant to sew dissension and paranoia. You put out a information that makes it look as if you know something. Ted and I - I moved suddenly to get away. Ted and I - our conversations have dropped considerably recently. I'm not saying we're not being watched, but if we start thinking that every move we make is indeed watched - it creates a sense of distrust and uncertainty. Which if you ask me is a very useful tool against enemy. Or it could be some asshat with too much time on his or her hands." Al leaned against him for a moment. He really was worried, and she wasn't saying not to worry, just not to worry so much.
Without warning she slide over, turning as she did, so that she was now sitting on his lap, straddling him. "What does Gordon say?" Her hands rested on Farley's shoulders. "Is he worried?"
Farley laughed and brought his hands to her waist. "I'm sorry, but that doesn't make me feel any better." He looked down and thought for a moment before answering her question. "Yeah, he's worried. We're both worried. I don't think he could take losing another loved one to some whackjob." He looked up at her and brushed some hair out of her face. "I know I couldn't," he said softly, stroking her cheek.
Al's eyes closed for a moment, just a hint of a nuzzle at the cheek stroking. Her eyes opened to look at him; she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, smiling, but she didn't lean back quite yet. There was another biting kiss to his lip.
"You're in a war, Farley. Things are about to be very dangerous. Worry, but not to distraction. I couldn't handle you disappearing." She gave him another kiss; her hands rested on his shoulders. One slid back to play with his hair and the back of his neck. "You're the one who's risking his neck, not me. And probably the rest of those I care for - you are all crazy hero types. Very..." She gave him another kiss. "Sexy.." Yet another kiss. "Hero type."
Farley leaned forward slightly, into her kisses. One hand was still on her waist and making its way up her back while the other held her face tightly. "That's different," he insisted, almost pathetically. "I can handle a war, but I can't really stop a crazy, invisble psycho who gets off by spying on people." He kissed her. "That's a little out of my jurisdiction, you know?" And he kissed her again, longer this time, and he pulled her closer to him. "Looks like you got the best of both worlds, huh?" he grinned. "A hero and a thief. You lucky girl, you."
Al's hips shifted a little against his, her knees pressing into his side. Okay, so this was probably a very bad idea, but she'd needed him to focus on something other than whatever was going in some gossip column. Her arms slid about his neck; she certainly wasn't stopping the kisses, even sighing when he broke one to talk. Padme was oddly quiet; that or she was enjoying it. Or she wasn't paying attention - she was occupyed on the reason behind the gossip. Al would probably have to write it all down later; right now she was a little distracted from thinking.
"Yes, I'm damn lucky." She spoke softly against his lips. "And don't worry too much about unseen voyeurs. It could all be a bunch of hypothetical bullshitting." What a time to pull out the big words. Or bigger words.
"You know what?" he said, grinning mischievously and pulling back enough to look her in the eye. "I like it when you say things." And without another word, he pulled her down onto the sofa. Horizontally.
Al's eyes widened as he shifted positions on her. She hadn't been expecting it, but she wasn't going to complain. She tried not to laugh too loudly as there was a little one sleeping not far away, but she couldn't help the giggle.
"You like it when I say things?" She shifted a little against him, getting comfortable? Her hips pressed before she tried to sit up. "What kind of things?"
"Oh, you know," he answered into her neck, pecking it a little roughly. "All kindsa things." He shifted a little too, just so that all his weight wasn't crushing her. "Mostly nice things, though." He moved on up to her face and planted a long kiss on her lips. "But then, you always say nice things." He ran his fingers through her hair and smiled happily. "Lucky me, huh?"
Al whimpered softly; nails dug into his skin, and there was a hint of pulling on his hair as he worked his way up to her lips. She was hesitant though; Padme was sure to notice - she always noticed. And there was a child. Her cheeks were rosy from a very pleasant flush, and she giggled.
"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't." She giggled again. "You are very lucky." She squirmed beneath him; her hand was now working to get between her and the couch. "Something's poking me?"
Farley laughed and rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, I wonder what that could be," he teased. He had noticed that she was a little tentative, though, and he kissed her cheek lightly. "How about we relocate? This couch is a little too cramped for my tastes."
Al just stared at him for the very bad joke, and the willingness to put up with her inappropriate fit of giggles. Oddly she wasn't giggling at ...the remote had caught her in the ribs just right. She finally pulled it out and tossed it to the side.
"I'm very good at relocating." The smile was still there, but she didn't let him get too far. Didn't let him move away just yet to "relocate." Her arms wrapped bout his neck and shoulders to pull him closer for a deep kiss. If Padme didn't seem ready to stop them, Al wasn't going to wait any longer for her to do so.
He was in the middle of laughing at the remote when she started kissing him, but he soon stopped, because she didn't stop. Unconsciously, his arms slid around her back and he held her just as tightly as she held him, if not a little tighter. After a minute or two, though, he pulled away reluctantly and licked his lips. "C'mon, let's go. We go at this any longer here, and we'll end up on the floor." He gave her a roguish smile and a matching wink. He truly was irresistible - or he thought so, anyway.
And, apparently, so did Al.