It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eristic) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs,@ 2011-11-25 09:33:00 |
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Who: Charlie & Rylee
What: The evening of Black Friday.
Where: Rylee’s apartment.
When: 7:37 pm
Warning: None?
Notes: Rylee and Charlie receive their 6th month anniversary items.
Charlie had to cram the bag she was carrying with the same hand that was holding Jack’s lead - the other was used to unlock and open Rylee’s door, but then it was just as quickly slammed shut with a kick from her right foot. She was grinning from ear to ear, feeling like nothing could sour her good mood. Quickly undoing Jack, she let the dog wander freely as she dumped the plastic shopping bag onto the bar counter that separated the living area from the kitchen.
“Rylee? Ryry, where are yah?” The beginnings of a bruise were blossoming on her right cheek, and there were more under her clothes (changed from her security outfit into more comfortable jeans and a tee, sneakers on her feet) that were starting to turn blue. Doing a shift during Black Friday didn’t always offer such a beating, but Charlie usually brought it on herself. It was one particular reason she actually requested to work on the abhorred shopping holiday; the amount of chaos one could cause was insurmountable compared to any other regular work day. Adrenaline had her pumped up from running around, keeping shoppers from fighting, causing shoppers to fight, refusing service to others, and any other number of things she was allowed (or assumedly allowed) to do with her status as a security guard.
Making sure the back was closed and its contents unknown to anyone who would walk by, she moved toward Rylee’s study, where he was probably lost in a book. Her steps were almost light, though her movements still made the sound equivalent to that of an elephant for someone her size. “Ryry...”
“Hmm?” Rylee turned his head slightly towards the door from his seat on the futon that was nestled between bookcases in his study. He had an encyclopedia of Greek mythology on his lap. He had been pouring himself over the stories involving Ares, Phobos and Eris. He hadn’t spoken to Charlie about anything weird that had happened other than what he couldn’t cover up. Still, he wanted to know more and he took some level of comfort that these deities that they were paired off to had ties to one another.
Hearing Charlie’s footsteps upon the hall floor brought his attention completely away from the book and he closed it gently, moving his socked feet to the floor. “Hey babe, I’m in here.” Leaning to the bookshelf, he placed the mythology book on it and got to his feet while he called out to Charlie. “You must be exhausted. You left before I woke up and you’re just getting home? I thought your shift ended a couple of hours ago.”
“Yeah, it did, but someone called in sick an’ there wasn’t no one to fill in, so I said I’d stay,” she responded, moving into his office with quick feet, moving right up to him to throw her arms around his neck. Ignoring the book he’d been perusing, she focused on giving him a big, slow kiss, the bruise on her face up front and center to Rylee’s vision.
“Didja miss me?”
“Yes, of course.” Rylee parted from her lips, a lazy smile showing on his face (her kisses still made his head spin) until he noticed the bruise forming on her face. “Charlie? What the hell happened to you?” He reached for her chin, taking it in his hand and turning her face to see the bruise. “Babe, we gotta get ice on that.” He got to his feet, his hands going to her shoulders to turn her around and push her to the kitchen.
“That one’s nothin’ compared to the one I think I got on my back,” Charlie replied nonchalantly, the grin unceasing. She let him push her, then stopped to pull his arms around her middle as they were slowed to a waddle in moving toward the kitchen. “These two old ladies were fightin’ over a sweater, one caught me in the face with her elbow when I had tah separate ‘em. The one on my back, though...I’m not sure where that one came from...” Charlie laid her head back on Rylee’s shoulder, smiling up at him.
“Fun day, and I get to go home to a gorgeous guy, mmm. It doesn’t get much better than this. Beer! Beer would make it better!” She dropped her hold on his arms, pushing off from him to beat him to the kitchen.
Rylee paused where Charlie had abandoned him, his jaw hanging slightly as he watched his girlfriend rush away. Giving a small laugh and a shake of his head, Rylee continued to the kitchen. “Well, I’m glad you’re in a happy mood.” Thanksgiving dinner had been awkward enough with his deployment hanging over their heads. Seeing Charlie smiling was something Rylee had missed over the past week. Maybe she was acting as though nothing had happened--which, if he thought about it, wasn’t too far from the truth. But being allowed to work out her frustrations in a more aggressive, physical manner allowed Charlie to relax and forget about her worries, even if only for one evening.
Reaching out to Charlie, he caught the back of her shirt and pulled it to keep her from moving forward anymore. “Hold on, you can have your beer once I see if you’re okay,” he said with another laugh as he stepped closer and leaned around her small form to kiss her cheek. Pulling at her shirt, not waiting to receive permission from her, he pulled it up to see a large bruise forming. “God damn, Charlie. You gotta be more careful.”
She gave a light tug at his hold by moving her body forward, pouting at him while he played at being a nurse. “I was plenty careful, I can’t help it if those big ol’ mean ladies were intent on playin’ WWF for that stupid sweater. Lemme get a beer, it can work double time for a cold pack an’ a good drink.” Twisting around, she put her hands on Rylee’s hips as she continued to pout in a playful manner, rising on her tip-toes as her arms slid around his shoulders again. Her shirt stretched, caught between her movements and Rylee’s grip.
“Or wouldja wanna play doctor instead? Yah could look me over, I might have other bruises I ain’t found yet,” she teased, the pout dissolving into a smirk. Rylee dropped her shirt and slipped his hands over her hips, grinning as he pulled her close and kissed her smirking mouth, throat making a humming noise as he pretended to consider his options.
“Why don’t we get some beers and we can take a shower together. I can look over you then, see where else you got yourself beaten up.” He tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear and smiled. “You need to be careful of old ladies. They can be pretty mean.” Taking hold of her arms, he lowered them from his shoulders and took her hands.
“Hey Jack,” Rylee called to the dog who was laying in his usual spot in the living room; the big dog’s tail thumped at his name, tongue lolling from his mouth happily as he rolled over to his side. Rylee’s blue eyes returned to Charlie, and he gave her hands a squeeze as they made their way into the kitchen. “Aside from dealing with feisty grandmothers, did anything else exciting happen?”
“Mmmm...” Charlie twined her fingers with Rylee, moving toward the fridge as she pulled it open with her free hand. Ducking her head inside, she considered her choice of drinks--milk, juice, water, or a generic store brand beer. She grabbed the honey-colored bottle and slammed the fridge door shut, then turned to uncap the bottle with the edge of the counter. The cap slid onto the counter, where Charlie would (hopefully) remember to throw it away later. Generally, though, she forgot.
“There was this one kid,” she started, taking a deep drink before continuing, “He kept sneakin’ into the ladies’ changin’ area. I tried to chase him out, but he had a belt that he must’a grabbed from one of the rooms. Whupped me good on my butt, but I don’t think he’s laughin’ now. Grabbed him by the scruff and hung him up from one of the clothing hooks.” She grinned widely, helping herself to another drink as she leaned against the fridge before she canted her head, a curious look growing on her face.
“Shit, I wonder if anybody remembered to let him down?”
Rylee raised his golden eyebrows in alarm and stared at Charlie. He stepped forward, batting Charlie to move away from the fridge and giving her a glare as he retrieved his own beer. With a flick of his wrist, he popped the cap off on the counter just as Charlie had done and took position of leaning against the fridge as well. “I hope you’re joking, Lee. I really, really hope you’re joking. Did you really hang a kid from some hooks?” She rolled her eyes in response, scooting a little out of his space, coming to rest up against the counter itself.
“Yah seriously think those things would hold the weight of a kid? Geez, Rylee, whadda take me for, some kinda evil fairy in some stupid story?” She took another drink of her beer, a little of her good mood sizzling away at Rylee’s poor response to her joke.
After taking a sip he pointed at the counter with one finger taken away from its hold on his beer. “I see you did some Black Friday shopping too?” Nudging Charlie with his elbow an impish grin appeared. “Did ya get me anything?”
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. It’s for me to know, and yah...to not know,” she finished lamely, a sour pout moving over her lips. One arm crossed over her stomach, hand hooking around her elbow as the other dangled her beer. “Then again, yer not bein’ very nice, so I don’t think that yah would deserve it, if I did. ‘Cause I still ain’t sayin’ that I did.”
Looking to the ceiling with some exasperation, Rylee pushed away from the fridge and swung his body around to pin Charlie to the counter. He bent to bite at her pouting lip before brushing the tip of his nose against hers; she moved her free hand to his chest, giving him a light push that didn’t really communicate the idea that she wanted him to move away. He wouldn’t apologize, he hadn’t done anything wrong, but he didn’t want to see her pout either. “Where’s my smiling girl? Hmm?” Charlie did her best to keep the pout, but eventually gave into rewarding him with a small smile. She quickly covered it up with another drink.
He gave a kiss to her forehead and stood up straight. “Babe, your bruise is getting pretty prominent. Why don’t I get some ice for it?” He pouted his own lip, mirroring her expression with perfect skill. Fifteen years of seeing someone pout could leave an impression. Charlie stuck her tongue out at him, then pressed the cold side of her beer to her face.
“See? Does double duty. Yah don’t need to go anywhere,” she replied, sliding fingers into the belt loops in his pants to keep him close. “Yah were in the middle of convincin’ me to show yah the goods, don’t stop. Yah were gettin’ pretty good at it.”
“Oh, was I convincing you? I thought I wasn’t,” Rylee said with a laugh as he slipped his hands over her hips and grabbed her butt. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead and allowed his hands to start wandering around other parts of her body but was careful to keep his hands away from the bruise she had gotten on her back. “Did you get Christmas presents? Will I have to wait until then to see what you snagged? Christmas is so far away.” And then I have to leave right after, Rylee thought and his eyes dimmed slightly. “Or maybe I should just grab them and look for myself, hmm?”
He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her hard as he slowly extended his long arm and tried to blindly reach for the shopping bags. Charlie grabbed at his arm, trying to pull it back. The hand holding her beer set the bottle on the counter, giving her freedom to push at Rylee and turn him so his back was pressed against the counter - much easier to do since he was distracted with kissing her.
“All right, all right, I’ll show yah, but only ‘cause yer impatient.” She pulled away from him, crossing the short distance to the bar and grabbing the plastic bag that he’d tried in vain to reach. Unfolding it with some drama, she revealed a man’s leather jacket, black like hers except a white stripe across the shoulders. When she saw it in one of the stores, she’d immediately wondered how Rylee’s arms would look in such a thing; Charlie held it up with a hand on each shoulder, letting it unfurl completely. Something small and golden fell to the floor, taking away from her moment of revelation.
“What the...” The jacket was curled up as she bent down to retrieve what turned out to be a necklace, with a single charm that turned out to be a tiny, golden apple. It even had a little carved leaf set atop it, but Charlie had no idea where it had come from. Furrowing her brow, she turned to put the jewelry on the bar counter behind her and returned to giving her boyfriend his Christmas present early.
“Yah can have it now, that way you can...wear it, fer a lil bit. If yah like it, that is,” she hurriedly explained, sincerely hoping that would be his reaction.
A slow smile spread across Rylee’s face until he seemed to be beaming. He stepped closer to Charlie and slid his hand behind her head to lead her lips to his. A brief kiss, something quick but still important, and as he parted from her he took the jacket in his hands. A leather jacket was not something Rylee would go out to buy. He appreciated them, he felt that they looked nice, but he had never had the confidence that they would look good on him so he had never even shopped for one.
Slipping his arms into the jacket, he felt the smooth interior and that rough scent of leather filled his nostrils. “This better have been on sale. I know leather jackets aren’t cheap,” Rylee commented as he pulled his jacket onto his shoulders and felt himself relax. He held his arms out and looked down at himself. From what he could tell, the jacket fit perfectly, and he looked at Charlie with a raised eyebrow.
“What do you think? It’s comfortable and feels really nice,” he murmured as he twisted in the jacket. “Thank you, babe. You didn’t have to do this but I love it.”
The grin that slashed her face explained her excitement toward his reaction. She waved away the comment about it being expensive - it didn’t matter that it had cost her a pretty penny in order to obtain it for him, that was entirely beside the point - and her hands immediately flew to the unzippered sides to pull at it, adjusting it as though she were ensuring it fit well even as she was giving herself an excuse to put her hands on him.
“Yah look fuckin’ hot, is what I think,” she replied crassly, though in her mind she was deeply relieved that she’d gotten the right size. She was shit at buying things for herself, and gifts were full of too much anxiety for her to ever really feel confident in making purchases for others. Charlie slipped her hands underneath the jacket to slide around his middle, closing her eyes as she took a deep whiff of the scent of him mixed with the leather. “An’ I did have to; it was like the jacket already belonged to yah, I just had to bring it home.” Opening her eyes again, her grin smoldered to a smile, incredibly pleased with herself over the success of her gift. “Merry early Christmas, Ryry.”
“Merry early Christmas, Lee,” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll wear it as often as I can. We can be one of those couples who match when they go out. Except when the couples are in leather, they don’t look very dorky being in matching outfits. They look kind of bad ass, huh?” He smiled before his eyes flicked to the jewelry on the counter. “You know, babe, if you wanted some jewelry I could’ve gotten you something. I just thought you didn’t wear any.”
He ran his fingers through her hair and tipped his head to the side, smiling at her still as he took a step closer to her. They could have been glued to one another and Rylee would have been fine with it. He was feeling bold, confident, and he was ready to properly play doctor to her. But the necklace had caught his attention and he had to admit he felt a little bad to have missed an opportunity to buy her jewelry, if that was what she was now into, which only made him feel worse that he had missed that information.
“I don’t know where that came from - it sure as hell wasn’t in the bag when I left the store,” she replied, turning to glance over her shoulder at the innocuous necklace pooled on the counter. “I don’t like that crap, an’ I have no idea how it ended up in yer jacket.” Her words were straight forward and dry, leaving no room for the idea that she could be lying. Dropping her hands from Rylee, she moved to grab her beer, turning to rest against that section of the counter. Her eyes moved appreciatively over his form, the jacket fitting him perfectly.
“Mhm, that was a good purchase,” she remarked to herself. “Now we just gotta get yah some motorcycle boots and a chopper, then we’d really be matchy-matchy.” She grinned at the thought, though she was certain it would never, ever happen. After the one time he’d ridden on the back of her bike, he’d always made sure that when they went anywhere together, it was in his car with him behind the wheel. Charlie allowed him his OCDness without complaint, though, because it was much more difficult to have sex on a bike than it was in the back of a car.
“Now yah better take good care of it, all right? Those kinds of jackets deserve a lotta TLC, but they last for fuckin’ ever, I swear.” She pointed at him with the mouth of her beer bottle, giving him an amused look that tinged her words with sarcasm.
“It was a perfect purchase, babe. I’ve never had a jacket fit so right before.” Rylee pulled his gaze away from the necklace and flashed Charlie a smile. “I promise to take real good care of it, Lee.” Looking back at the necklace, he reached for it and inspected the little charm. Part of him wanted to suggest they bring it back to the store Charlie had gotten his coat. Maybe it had fallen into the bag accidentally. But something more forceful pushed that idea from his mind and told him that it was Charlie’s. “Let me put it on you. Just to see how it looks since it’s yours now.” He hung the necklace from a finger, motioning to Charlie to turn around, and began to work at the tiny clasps.
Charlie gave him a sour look, raising one brow disdainfully before giving a sigh. She set her beer back on the counter before turning around and lifting her hair, swirling it into a knot to keep its long brown length out of the way. “Don’t take this as a sign that yah can start buyin’ me glittery crap. An’ it’s not mine, it jus’ ended up in my bag. Don’t know how.” She waited in place for Rylee to slip the chain around her neck.
“I promise I won’t buy you any glittery crap,” Rylee murmured as he gently hung the necklace in front of Charlie and clasped it in the back. Running his hands from her shoulder to the small of her back, he turned her around to look at her. “You know, babe. You might not like girly stuff but you always look beautiful in it.” He was still shocked he had managed to get Charlie to wear a dress at all, let alone on more than one occasion, but she did look beautiful in the get up and the little apple hanging from her neck looked nice. Quirking a corner of his mouth, Rylee’s hands began to wander teasingly. “Although you look beautiful no matter what. I think you could be in a potato sack and still look hot.”
Letting her hair fall, Rylee’s hands directed her to spin, but her eyes turned down to try and view the necklace. She didn’t quite comprehend the value of such adornments; they made too much noise, or made her feel itchy, or got in the way of doing every day tasks. Her right hand rose to pick up the apple - it actually felt a little warm in her palm, though the charm wasn’t much bigger than her pinkie finger nail. Looking back to Rylee, she dropped the necklace to fall against her breastbone, smirking.
“Is that what yah want me to start wearin’ to bed? A potato sack?” Her hands came to rest on his chest, then moved outwardly to grasp the edges of his jacket, pulling him forward. “Yah look way too fuckin’ sexy in that. If I was a real cop I’d have to arrest yah or some other stupid thing,” she continued, her head tilting back with a pleased look on her face.
“I’d rather you sleep naked but you can wear a potato sack if you’d like,” Rylee growled as he pulled Charlie close into a kiss. Breaking away, his smile devilishly as he pawed at her. “You can arrest me later. First, I think you should help me out of this jacket and I think we should go take a shower. Or a bath...what do you want? Remember, I’m supposed to be playing doctor to your battle wounds from the old ladies.”
She leaned into him wrapping the edges of the jacket around her shoulders so that it might encase her as well.
“That’s right - I think a shower, ‘cause I fuckin’ love it when you do me against a wall.” Grinning up at him, her hands slid closer to his neck. “But yah have to be thorough, Doctor Ekholm, ‘cause I think those old ladies beat me up good. I hurt all over. Or,” she started, pushing the jacket from his shoulders so that it dropped to hang from his biceps, “yah could give me some new bruises, ‘cause I’m feelin’ kinda rowdy.” She continued down to his shirt, pulling it up so her hands could slip underneath, nails digging softly into his skin.
“Dirty girl,” Rylee replied with a slight intake of breath as Charlie’s hands worked under his shirt. He slipped off the jacket, laying it on the counter, and stared at Charlie for a moment with a smile playing on his lips. He reached out, grabbing Charlie by her sides, and lifted her off the ground with little effort. Tossing her over his shoulder, her wrapped a firm arm around legs and gave her butt a slap; Charlie let out a small shriek, her legs waving in the air as her hands gripped his shirt for some kind of hold. He turned, careful not to have Charlie’s head hit a cabinet, and began to walk to his bathroom. “Come on, into the bathroom with you. I’m thinking I could give you more bruises then I’ll nurse you back to health.
“See ya later, Jack!” He called to the patient dog who was still in the living room. “Yer mama needs a good shower.”