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Honey Skye Griffin ([info]queen_of_gods) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-07-25 14:32:00

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Entry tags:hera, zeus

Who: Xander & Honey Skye
What: Her imminent arrival
Where: Pax Letale apartment building
When: 6:08 PM
Warnings: Nope




There was only one detail Vincent left out and that was where he lived in the building Honey Skye was now standing in front of. Xander would have picked her up at the airport but her flight had arrived early and honestly she had wanted to wind down from the flight quietly in the back of a cab. Xander was a good many things but quiet wasn't normally the word she'd use to describe him.

She'd paid the cab driver after he'd taken her few bags out of the trunk. She'd arranged to have the rest of her items shipped but they would arrive another day. For now, everything she needed was held within the confines of her luggage.

"You need me to carry the bag up for you?" the driver asked. He had an accent she couldn't quite place. It wasn't Indian...She didn't contemplate it long, he was waiting and she was withdrawing her cell phone out of her large bag. It took but a moment to find it despite all the carry on she'd stuffed in expertly.

The button of the phone was depressed but unfortunately as it flickered on it flickered off. The battery had expired. She gave pause but in the end let the man go, "Thank you...but I can manage." He seemed unconvinced as he let his eyes pass over her small frame.

"Alright then..."he stuffed the money she had given him in his pocket, got into his cab and drove off. When she was left alone on the side walk she started to drag all her belongings over, closer to the building, determined to figure this out despite being uninformed about Xander's where-abouts.

Which leaves us where we were at the start of this post - Being that there was only 3 Penthouses and she was positive that he would not be in anything else she did not give a glance at anything besides. One was labeled with a strangers name and so she pressed the other two that were not and waited patiently for a voice to answer.


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[info]king_of_gods
2010-07-25 07:27 pm UTC (link)
She always made it so easy.

Sure, he could have helped her cart her bags into the lobby with his strong and capable arms, allowed her worn out shoulders a freedom from their burdens, maybe even offered a sarcastic quip to lighten the mood. Bah-dun-tss! But watching her toil over them, them being few either way and not appearing too heavy at all, was a lot more amusing than acknowledging her quandary.

Like a sliver of sunlight creeping in tip-toed through a shard of open space within the roof of Dracula's tomb, he was sneaking expertly behind her as she pressed buttons and searched for his whereabouts. She wasn't stupid, she'd figure it out eventually, but this was just a lot more fun than watching; a lot more fun than sneaking.

When enough silence was sufficient, he leaned in once he'd reached a quiet position behind her and bellowed:

"LAURENT RESIDENCE."

It echoed through out the lobby like rolling thunder.

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-07-25 07:51 pm UTC (link)
Usually Honey wasn't the sort that startled easily...but his mouth was so close to her ear that startle she did. But she wasn't the sort to shriek or shrink down. No way! She was the sort to whirl around and punch at whoever it was that had the nerve to sneak up on her and yell!

Honey didn't think of herself as short though and while she was aiming at the head part of her audible assulter, her fist caught him right in the middle of his chest plate instead.

But, her violent reaction was completely forgotten when she realized who it was and her scowl turned to a fit of giggles. "Xander!" She managed to get out, "That's not funny." her expression was such a contradiction but then she was too at the best of times, "You scared me!"

She would never apologize for punching at him. She did not take apologizing lightly and never would...Instead she asked,"I didn't hurt you did I?" Maybe there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-07-25 08:27 pm UTC (link)
"Nope."

The only aspect of the stroke that she'd smote him with which caused any alarm was the sharpness of the little knuckles on her bony hands. They were like hard rocks pelted against unclenched muscle. They didn't hurt, but they made him amend to make her feel better, or stronger: "I mean, ouch."

The sinking feeling of there being less obvious fun slid down his spine and tickled, like drops of water. He knew he'd have to go sneaking around to get into trouble, or else she'd find out and throw a fit. This was both welcomed and a chore.

He kind of liked getting caught by her.

"We're in P3. Need me to help you with your bags, or do you got'em, Strongman Von Puncherstein?" He stared down at her with his brows furrowed in such a way indicative of his being sarcastic.

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-07-25 08:29 pm UTC (link)
The inside of her cheek was bit because she was a little disappointed that he'd always be stronger physically than her, unless she started on steroids and began an intense muscle building regimen. It was that competative part of her that burned within her constantly and made her desires molten and thus moldable. At least she knew that much about herself...

and she knew he'd be in nothing less than what was the best available here in the building.

Her bony but dainty hand was settled on the place where she'd knocked him and flat palmed she patted him warmly," Zucchini-peenie, I know you don't mind grabbing the big one." She gave it a side glance and started to gather the smaller ones as she stepped away from him. Honey figured that the carrying was equally distributed. She never liked to be in his debt....

Then...because she didn't like Zeus to lead the way in anything and because she liked to think she knew where she was going she began moving to the elevators.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-07-25 08:47 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, trying to stop eyes from rolling." His eyelids flickered like a bad cable connection, iris and pupil joining forces to thrust back the powers that be, which were so opulent and robust as to seemingly be forcing him to roll his eyes. "Trying." And he rolled them. "Fail." It was her Zucchini-peenie pet name that had inspired them to curlicue mockingly.

Like any gentleman would do, after all this was his bad idea to begin with, he'd gathered up her big, 'heavy' bag and began carting it toward the elevator. He noticed how she'd done so without thought, and have wanted to recommend the stairs to prove her wrong. Elevator out of service.

Too bad he was lazy.

He'd pressed the appropriate button for the penthouse floor, and decided he'd act slightly less like an asshole, and more like a friend. He hadn't seen her in a while anyway, had she been up to finally something no good, which she could regale him with?

"Gotten into any trouble lately, Pookie-dookie?"

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-07-25 09:08 pm UTC (link)
"If you call dropping my fast track job, my opulant life style, boyfriend and friends to come here as trouble...instead of really stupid." She fluttered her eyelashes at him just as the elevator settled down in front of them, gave a warning ding and opened its doors as if mocking her to begin something that could potentially be disasterous.

Honey had a couple of eye rolls on the way here at herself too. She had no idea what sort of strange power hummed over the two of them when they were apart but something magnetic kept bringing them back together.

She stepped into the elevator and started to look at the panel and pressed the correct button with her well manicured finger."Did you tell your mother about me coming? I'd like to give her a call, maybe stop by and make sure she isn't being a tough soldier. I don't want to give her a shock." She set the heaviest bag she was toting down on the floor as the pod slid up the shaft toward his their new home.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-07-25 09:39 pm UTC (link)
He didn't like that she talked to his mother. That she wanted to talk to his mother. That his mother liked her and probably wanted to talk to her. That they got along at all. He didn't like that her sarcastic little comment had made him scoff and was genuinely amusing. It made him view her as a threat, but then again, she always was a threat. There was just something about her, and about them, that indeed kept bringing them back together as noted upward. Of that he'd always agree without hesitation. Heretofore though, he hadn't decided if it was yet a blessing or a curse.

As the elevator shot upward slowly and artfully as a water display at the Bellagio, or perhaps as eagerly as a dopesick junkie, he peered down his nose at her with narrow eyes. "Just call her. She's had the shock of her week already." He didn't mention what it was, not yet. "And by the way, if you want to go back to your boring job, unexciting and less opulent lifestyle, ugly boyfriend and retarded friends at any time, feel free."

He couldn't wait to be upstairs and begin planning out how they were going to section the penthouse in such a way that separated their every deed. Maybe he bring her to Ikea tonight, to browse the museum-like displays of self-isolating house creativity.

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-07-25 10:45 pm UTC (link)
They were as alike as they were different. She'd probably always known that their lives would be intwined even as she had fought the inevitable with all her bits of strength. He was a threat to her too; to her vanity, her emotions, her future. He slapped her senses and like an expensive piece of equipment made her finely tuned, tightly coiled springs go hay wire. He was the only person that made her go wild despite her carefully constructed composure.

"I will call her." She stated, wishing she had gloves or a hat on...something she could fiddle with as she struggled to keep herself reeled in. She'd heard his comment pertaining to his mother but she needed to carefully craft their conversation or he would lead her astray. He had a gift for distraction.

"Xander, my darling squash, I will leave if this doesn't work out for us...I haven't decided yet what I shall do.I've come, I am here and that should be enough for now." That was all she needed to say but she wanted to make it perfectly obvious that as sweet as his offer had been it was really her that was doing him the favor (she believed that in earnest). She felt he couldn't stomach this agreement with any other woman and she didn't know of any other woman who'd put up with all his discretions.

The elevator lurched to a stop and she along with it. She reached out for his arm to steady herself but as soon as she was in no danger of falling she released him, picked up her luggage and stepped out first when the doors slid open, releasing them. After he moved out after her and they were again along side each other she inquired, "and what's this about a shock. What's happened?"

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-07-25 11:19 pm UTC (link)
"Well, my wet slab of pretty beef," He began with his meat pet names. She always hated those. Which made him adore them. "My dads death hasn't exactly lived up to its non-suspicious nature. In fact, they're saying it's highly suspicious. They're investigating. They're doing an autopsy and she texted me about it." Yes, as in didn't call, but texted. He was sure she'd chosen this method with which to let him know the details merely because it was likely she unable to SAY the words over the phone without crying.

Honestly, he was glad she'd spared him the sound of that. He didn't like hearing his mother weep.

"I don't want to talk about it." Came the almost predictable, male-avoidance ritual of habitually running across the hot coals of his 'feelings'. The words were also drawled; pronounced as plainly as possible to emphasize that he was gravely serious. If she brought it up, he'd be pissed. Like, livid throwing shit pissed. In fact, he was already pissed thinking about the idea of her bringing it up to piss him off. And thus, took it out on carrying her stupid bag almost effortlessly and toward the door of P3. Making it a few paces ahead of her.

Putting her things down gently since he knew women had assortments of delicate wares, he gathered his keys from his pocket and thrust it inside the lock seamlessly. He was keeping uncharacteristically quiet... probably at the mention of what he'd, uh, mentioned. He'd have to fix that, he'd thought, and so plastered on a fake grin as the door opened and announced, "Home sweet home!" Before lifting up her things again and beginning to shuffle them inside.

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-07-26 12:13 am UTC (link)
She could have gone on right then. That he'd brought out the meat comments so early on was disconcerting. She should have made some comment about not being the only cold, slab around but he hadn't done anything that had illiceted such an unusually cruel remark about his father. But she thought about it...oh did she.



"Aww...well, my wilted corn stalk, what makes you think that I do?" she said, enjoying his manly display of arrogant ignorance. But she was serious too. She'd always been fond of his father, mostly because his father had always been quite fond of her - a fact she derived great pleasure from especially since Xander had never approved. She was distraught to find out that his demise had been dubious. Of course, this meant that when she did call upon his mother she would be met with the teary eyed conversation, the very conversation that Xander had been delighted to avoid and she would be as sweet as her name implied just because she thought her mother deserved a sympathetic ear.

His back was met with a smug, tiny lipped smile. It was wiped clean when they met up again outside the door. Honey Skye watched as he fished for his keys and unlocked the door to her future. She hated when he was counterfeit like this. She preferred his anger. One foot in front of the other and she was inside. Maybe she had expected him to carry her in with some sort of exuberant display but he hadn't. Actually, she found that she had her eyes closed as she listened first to the sound of him moving around within. Not because she was afraid...that wasn't her style. No, she had wanted to give herself on last present and as she had her first glance around her stage scenery expression became quite real.



"Oh Xander!" She let her delight show through, "It's lovely..." One foot in front of the other indeed, she found herself dashing toward the window and pressing her hands to the glass as she had a look at the view. Her forehead was pressed next and she removed her hands to trick her mind into the feeling of floating. There was a rush to get all the enjoyment she could tonight because she was afraid of the hook...she knew there had to be some sort of catch.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-07-26 12:44 am UTC (link)
It was when she did cute shit like look out windows and exclaim Oh Xander! That he recalled why it was he able to tolerate her for so long. He enjoyed espies into peoples souls; glimpses of light in their heart, flashes of it, the way particles in space become ionized for one, split second when they enter a black hole, and illuminate the darkness for just one, fleeting instant.

But, instead of admitting that, stubborn man he was, he crossed his arms underneath his chest, pressed his lips together and watched her when she knew not he was. She was genuine. She was a good choice for the unfortunate task he had to hurdle in order to secure his inheritance from the mysterious death of his firm, yet gentle father. And it dawned on him then, his mouth agape, that holy fuck... what if his dad knew that Honey was the only fine selection of the wilting crop, and had somehow predicted his sons actions to lead to this? Oh no. He didn't like that. He didn't like it at all.

"Yep. Lovely all right. Lovely as my spicy slice of blonde salami."

And so began his reign to convince himself it was his decision and that she belonged to him anyway. Wasn't it true? She was here. She wasn't in Boston. "So did you officially break up with your boyfriend back home, or do I have to make a few phone calls to make sure he never talks to you again?"

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-07-26 03:31 am UTC (link)
The glass felt cool on her forehead and she stayed, looking down at the street and the way everything turned miniature from so far up and she felt she was made to gaze down at everybody and everything like she was now. For the moment she was happy. For this moment it felt like she truly did belong here and every risk she'd taken to get to this place had been correct.

Peeling herself off from the window and cooed, "Ever the charmer my juicy, slice of seedless watermelon. Hastily she looked for a grease smudge on the window pane but was grateful she had taken the time to powder her face before exiting the car since there was none. She then stepped away from the glass, removed her jacket and answered him while looking for a place to hang it.

The question was irksome. She supposed it was every woman's lot to be dealt the double standard. Honey didn't need to dig deep into her intuition to know men were inherently hypocrites, "I made a choice and I owned up to it. I told him I never wanted to see him again." She took a moment before she looked back at Xander...she wanted to make sure the jacket wouldn't slip from the hanger but it was a fancy sort - velvet with a pivoting brass hook - so the jacket sat anchored to the spot. No matter what other coat she decided to wear or whatever outfit she slipped on...that jacket would be their hanging in the coat closet, waiting for her to come back to it, faithfully.

Finally, when it was noted that the jacket wasn't going anywhere she turned back around to face him and finished with, "but I can't control whether or not he'll try to see me again, Xander. I have that effect on men. They keep coming back for more."

She was stubborn too.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-07-26 07:23 pm UTC (link)
She thinks she's sooo funny, he'd thought, enlisting the assistance of his startlingly well managed poker face to seem entirely unamused by her last, sardonic little quip. The truth of the matter was however, that he thought it was pretty fucking funny, well delivered, and surprisingly it got to him. Why? Because he was obviously included in that mark up of buffoons who 'came back for more'. He flared his nostrils--yes, it was the sign--that he was a bit ticked.

"We're going to go to Ikea and split the penthouse in half, my wet chunk of turkey leg." He'd begun, seeking to change the topic and act utterly careless. "It'll look like a jungle gym, a really fancy jungle gym with lots of ... fancy ... wood stuff. And you can stay on your side and I can stay on mine. You're very tolerable in small doses and I enjoy your humor and your company on occasion, however. " He began to approach her with a stern expression, treating this obviously as thoughtfully and as a methodic 'business matter.' Even the way he walked appeared more tall. "I realize that if we spend too much time together, we'll driving each other fuckin' crazy." Still, his advances on her persisted. Until they were face to face.

"I can buy whatever frivolous girly crap you want from Ikea, or where ever frivolous girly crap place you want frivolous-girly-crap-furniture from, but you're never to dare set foot on my side of the room, unless you want to be in trouble."

He grinned, leaning down slowly until their gazes met very close. She had nice skin. It will be a pity to watch it wither one day, he'd thought. For now she was young and would make a good trophy. Well, admittedly she was more than a trophy. He thought of her as a close friend and sometimes when he felt like it, a confidant.

"Now kiss me." He turned his head and pointed to his cheek.

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-07-26 10:48 pm UTC (link)
Even from across the room Honey could see the slight flare of his nostril. She was satisfied that her quip had the desired effect. It was unnecessary to go on about it, mostly because he had changed topics in a deft attempt to save face. And, here it was, the catch she'd been waiting for. She kept anchored in her spot, even as he approached her, maybe in her own attempt not to lose ground.



There was so much going on within her as he bridged the distance and as he loomed over her, she also straightened, her chin thrust proudly as they stood looking in each others eyes. Xander was as handsome as ever and although he had pretty features there was enough ruggedness to keep him squarely masculine. How unfortunate he wasn't a homely man. She wouldn't get the electric tingle she was feeling as he stood so close. This whole situation would be a good deal easier if she wasn't attracted to him. There was a moment where she considered whether she could fatten him up...but she knew it would do no good.



He must have known she was tired. She'd traveled a great distance today to be here and more than anything she wanted to take a hot shower, perhaps have something to eat and not have to worry about the silly limits that their agreement was destined to develop. "Why must we worry about those details tonight my mild, green, tamale?" she asked sensibly, giving him a kiss on his cheek as he had demanded but her lips did not linger against his prickly cheek. I've only just arrived and you're already thinking of how you can section me off."

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-07-27 04:34 am UTC (link)
Vincent Alexander Laurent, AKA the Man of Many Adjectives Combined with harvest Vegetables and Apparently Mexican Food, was being domineering and bossy because it was what he was good at. It was pair of clothes he felt most comfortable in. His favorite lotion after a close shave. A hot shower in the morning after a long night of drinking and debauchery. He'd always been a leader, and although not everyone followed him when he lead, the most significant practice a man could put behind his agendas was to be firm and to lead at all. Rarely in his life was there too many chiefs and not enough indians.

Just as unfortunate for him was the fact that her confidence attracted him forcefully. Pretty faces to a man with money were a'plenty. She was a pretty face, but thankfully for her, it was pasted onto a level, smart head and an even smarter mouth. He could walk out the door and open his arms invitingly, and women would flock to him like an Axe deodorant commercial. But, that unassailability, at times equipotent temper of hers, and her occasional ridicule, were like aphrodisiacs, really. He kind of liked being made fun of. Liked confrontation. Wouldn't admit to it, no, not in a moment of prime meat and vegetable pet name slinging, but he did.

Or maybe he would never admit it. Besides, she knew she had nice skin.

"I like to get organized, my butter-moistened crabcake." He'd answered, his smile spread eagle. It showcased even rows of pearly whites and boasted a pleasant mint medley gum. Which he'd shifted from underneath his tongue and put onto the front of his teeth to make them green. "What else is there to do today? Sit around and recover from a long flight and the decision to completely make over my life? I didn't have a long flight. You did." And then, he sighed defeatedly. "Fine. I'll be nice. What do you wanna do instead? I don't want to stay here. This place is haunted."

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-07-27 09:57 pm UTC (link)
Her attributes were something she kept a close eye on. She was mindful to wear sun screen when she sun bathed and she was very fond of hats and gloves. Besides being well put togethed she knew that what a woman looked like meant almost as much as everything else about her. Honey took good care of herself...

"Since when were you ever in a hurry to do anything...especially organizing?" She asked again, but it was obvious he got her visual cues; when he didn't expect an answer and went on,trying to make her laugh with his gummy gum display and by "being nice". Although she adored the unexpected she was sure that this decleration was something else entirely.

"I don't like it when you're "nice". It's boring and boring doesn't suit you, my warped, over size pumpkin." She'd replied, perhaps hinting that she could possibly be persuaded to go out and spend his money. "What happened to you litigation skills my dear. Can't you convince me we should do what you want.." She smiled back at him, her teeth equally as gleaming.

"A piece of gum please..." She put her palm face up in his direction.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-07-27 10:39 pm UTC (link)
"Uh? Hello? My rotten clam? I just told you since when. It's fucking haunted in here." He gestured toward a book on a glass coffee table in the living room in which they stood. It was a black book with the word 'SPOOK' written on it, with the tagline, Science tackles the afterlife. And ever the multi-tasker extraordinaire, extracted a piece of trident spearmint--well, two--and dropped them into the center of her hand.

"Maybe not haunted by ghosts, since I don't believe in all that, but lots of..." He waved his hand around as if he were King Henry the VII pleading for another heaping gallop of turkey leg. "Electromagnetic currents, surely. Possibly even low frequency sound waves. They can do all sorts of crazy things." Index pointed to his temple. "Make the mind all... askew." Yes, he realized by how she was staring up at him that he'd probably lost her somewhere around 'haunted'.

And thus, he moistened his lips. Pressing them together momentarily and coming to the understanding that he was alone in his passing obsession over the book he'd finished reading. Next up, was the one directly beside it entitled: 'The Dreaming Universe'. He'd be a walking fact book about that soon too, surely.

"I don't have to convince you of anything. You do what I say, or you don't get to pick anything out, and I come back with black paint to make your side a dungeon, and skulls. Lots of skulls, and big fake spiders. Hairy ones."

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-07-27 11:31 pm UTC (link)
The book on the coffee table was viewed and she considered it with the same distance she stood from it. Honey closed her splayed fingers over the gum and brought her fist closer to her chest where she waited for him to end his flaky, supernatural rant. "Well I look forward to my education on the subject." She said and then started to unwrap the gum he had deposited in her hand and popped them in her mouth with a casual one/two.

Xander was correct in the fact that she had no idea what he was going on about. But there was one fact that she was determined to get straight right here...right now. When he switched off his nice and turned a little bit nasty she laughed. The minty, fresh sensation of the gum she had started chewing swirled in her mouth and nipped at her tongue as icy fresh as her flash of emotion. He had to start in immediately the moment she got here and now there was nothing else to do but offer her input on all the sundry, technicalities of their arrangement.

"That's not at all how this..." She said, ping-ponging her hand between his chest and hers to indicate exactly what she was discussing, "..is going to be Xander." She had not averted her gaze, there was no cute talk but only a seriousness that was final. "This is a mutually, beneficial partnership...is it not? So stop pretending that it is not." She blew a bubble until it popped.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-07-28 01:24 am UTC (link)
Oh, how adorable. She thought she could be the assistant manager to the Laurent Penthouse of Delights and Electromagnetic Activities. She certainly had the charisma for it, the drive, the ability to keep up. The nice skin. The experience. But did she have the steel spine and will he recalled so fondly, yet faintly, having been away from her so long?

The smile that spread its wings and soared all across his face, practically from ear to ear, and landed him stepping closer to her so that he might stare down at her, was sweet and sour. The dashes were legendary peppers from deep jungles of Brazil. They were not for the faint of heart, or sensitive.

"You're right, it is mutually beneficial, you sweet pickled pig's foot. I never pretended anything otherwise. You just need to relax and let me take the lead. Stop fighting my magnetic charms and overwhelming appeal. Just go along with what I say. How is it NOT what you want to go and buy what YOU want, specifically? Like, isn't that what every girl dreams about? Isn't it?"

He leaned in closer, crinkling his Han Solo brow at her. "Princess?"

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-07-28 02:42 am UTC (link)
Him staring at her in such a way made her think of tiny marshmallows suspended in a softening ring of raspberry jello. It was then that she diverted her energy into something steely indeed-She spooned into his generosity unabashidly.

"It's true, my crushed plum tomato." She reached over to him, her finger pressed to his chest as she followed the chiseled lines under his shirt. " I'd be lying if I said it wasn't every girls dream to have a mindless cash machine follow her around. You're absolutely right. I will allow you to buy me everything I desire. "

The finger was relinquished and she turned away from him to get her purse. She caught herself in the mirror that was hanging dutifully by the door and patted away the fly- away strands of her hair that had become unruly during the days worth of travel. She pressed her lips together, invogorating the lipstick she'd only just applied in the taxi and longed for the hot shower that would eventually come when they finally got back from planning their segregation. "Now, stop standing there dribbling in your pants and let's go. You are equally as tolerable in small doses and I am afraid I might overdose on this charm and appeal of yours if we don't go out sooner rather than later."

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-07-28 03:07 am UTC (link)
Mindless cash machine. If it wasn't for all of the late night poker games he'd played, he would've erupted into laughter. That was a good one. All right, never mind. He erupted into laughter. He'd let her have the accolades of her cute little joke, the advantage of making him laugh and the smile that followed. It wasn't as if they didn't know one another; she knew he was just as much a jerk as he was a good sport.

"Oh! My slimy little oyster!" Said he, slapping his hands and rubbing them together. "It's going to be so much FUN with you around to pester and demean me. I can see it now." And he slide his arm into the crook of space between her waist and elbow to begin escorting her to the exit. "Me, waking up in the morning, seeing you without make up, me without pants. Maybe even naked. Just wandering around naked. Maybe even painted gold. Sometimes I do that, and then I hold apples and pose in the mirror. By myself."

The gentleman opened the door for the lady and gestured for her to set foot out first. Assuming she followed suit, his arm would unwind from her so that he could secure the door shut. What the fuck was he getting himself into, he'd thought. Also thinking... it seemed like it was going to be a lot of fun... and very interesting.

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-07-28 03:40 am UTC (link)
Even if she might not like him testing out nice and dabbling in nasty, she sure did love to hear him laugh. But more than that, she loved to be the one to make him smile. Honey knew he hated to concede to her but it was always a small gift when he did. She hoped he did not see the sunrise in her eyes...the glimmer of joy his own joy gave her. The corners of her mouth twitched as she tried and succeeded at subduing her smile.

The wet meat names had been bad but really,these shellfish terms were dreadful...She glared at him with a sideways glance right before he pulled her away from her primping pose. She had exhaled a hrmf and was whisked away, exactly how she'd demanded. And how she wished he didn't hold her close only as an act of contention. She relished being in this nook of his the countless times she'd ended up there.

She wanted to tell him as much but was unwilling to relent. It would be unbearable to live with him if she did...and she wondered how long this living arrangement would need to go on before she could escape from the confusion and take an extended vacation over seas - perhaps Greece or maybe Italy. She'd always wanted to go to Italy.

"Thank you." She said, but whether this she's offered this because he was being gentlemanly or because he let her go was left vague.

"Just so long as you do that on your side, my stewed carrot. You can put a clown nose on the end of it if you really want, so long as you don't do it over that line between yours and mine that you've drawn up in that imagination of yours." She said, as she was escorted from their co-habitational living space.

While he locked the door she peeked at him and wondered the very same thing What have I gotten myself into.

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