delia wallace (ribqa) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-11-28 23:47:00 |
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It had been quite a while since Delia had woken up curled around someone. She'd shared a bed with her roommate more times than she could count but it was always the same - facing each other, hands joined in the middle, nothing else touching. That morning she woke up with the entire front of her body pressed tight against the warm, solid person in front of her. Reese. It made her smile, thinking back to the night before though a haze of sleep and not quite being awake, but awake enough to know it was real and not a dream. Delia breathed slowly, exhaling and feeling the way Reese’s body moved with her breath as well. She shifted slowly, once she was fully awake, carefully extracting her arms from around the other woman, not wanting to wake her if she could help it. Her gaze stayed on Reese’s face, watching for any sign of stirring as she worked on getting out from under the covers and finding some clothes to put on, though she didn't bother with much - underwear and a button up shirt that had been nearby seemed good enough. Then she made her quiet escape to the kitchen to put some water on the stove, leaning against the counter as she waited for it to boil. It didn’t take long for the sudden absence of Delia’s warmth to stir Reese from her sleep. Only a few minutes had passed until she was taking in her surroundings, all of which were a little more clear in the daylight. It was even more breathtaking with sunlight streaming through the window, and almost tempting enough to keep her right where she was. However, the distant sounds from the kitchen gave her a little inspiration, with a little bit of giddy and a whole lot of nervous. Turning her face into the pillow she grinned and made a muffle sound before sliding across and off the bed. Eying her Halloween outfit on the floor she looked back at the bed, contemplating the sheets but then opting to go find something a little less dramatic. Grabbing her underwear she slipped them on before quietly going through Delia’s dresser. “Perfect.” Grabbing a shirt and a pair of pajama pants she felt infinitely more prepared to go face Delia. Well, as prepared as one can be when wearing the other person clothes. Padding through the bedroom door Reese made her way towards what she was guessing would be the kitchen, but stopped short of the sound as she saw the wall. “Oh. Wow.” Her voice caught Delia’s attention and she turned to see where Reese was, but she didn't want to interrupt her while she looked at the wall. The look on the woman's face could only be described as awestruck. Wide eyes going from one photo to the next, studying each one before moving on as she side stepped, one leg gracefully crossing the other as she moved on tiptoes to better see the higher photographs. Messy blonde hair fell in waves across her shoulders as Reese tipped her head, studying yet another photograph with rapt attention that somehow overrode her common sense. To her credit though Reese managed not to reach out and touch anything as she blindly walked through Delia’s home. Instead she brought a thumb to her lips, teeth pressing down gently as she took it all in. It was only the sudden realization that she was in an open area that caused her to react like a normal person in someone else's house and stop gawking. Turning on her toes she stopped, eyes landing on the brunette. “Good morning.” she rasped, losing the battle of trying not to smile. “I--hope you don’t mind that I borrowed some of your clothes.” “Good morning,” Delia replied, an easy smile spread across her features. “No, that's fine. I hope you didn't have trouble finding something.” Reese looked down at herself, the sunny mop of hair obscuring her face momentarily as she studied her chosen attire. “Well, I didn't find any dead bodies before finding your pajamas, so not too hard.” Though I feel over dressed being the only one in pants and all, she mused silently. Reese had been plenty cute the night before in her costume, but Delia thought she was extra cute wearing her clothes and just woken up. She moved out from behind the island and crossed over to where Reese was, bringing up a hand to brush a bit of Reese’s hair from her face. “You sleep okay?” “I slept amazingly, actually.” She replied, a faint pink coloring her cheeks as Delia’s hand neared her face. “That might have had something to do with me burrowing into you, if I remember correctly.” Reese gave a dimpled grinned as she spoke. “Hope my burrowing didn't didn't ruin your sleep..?” “No, my sleep was great.” Probably also to do with the burrowing, if Delia was being honest. She couldn't remember the last time she'd fallen asleep so easily or slept so soundly through the night. “I tried not to wake you when I got up, but I seem to remember someone wanting apple tea…” Reese’s eyes lit up instantly. “Non-innuendo apple tea?!” Not that she minded innuendo tea by any means, but she also was interested in actual tea. “Now you're just spoiling me.” Reaching out she coiled a long lock of Delia’s hair around her index finger. “Did I sleep through the actual process of tea making?” She sounded concerned, eyes flicking back up to the other woman's face as Reese let the silky strands hair slide off her finger. “Actual apple tea,” Delia confirmed, laughing softly. She nipped at the inside of her lip as Reese twisted her hair around her finger, but her smile didn't fade. “No, you didn't miss much at all. I was waiting for the water to boil, so there hasn't been any actual tea making yet.” Tilting her head toward the kitchen, she quirked an eyebrow. “Want to help?” “Yes!” The answer was punctuating with an excited, childlike clasp of her hands, a gesture which made Delia’s smile brighten. “Though, I must warn you I'm probably way better at making alcoholic drinks than tea. Which is ironic since I actually drink tea.” Reaching out again Reese tugged gently on Delia’s shirt as she moved around the woman's side. “So if I ruin your magical tea remember that the road to hell is paved in good, tea loving intention.” “I think you'll do just fine,” Delia reassured her, fingers tracing down Reese’s arm to find her hand, taking hold of it and giving a light tug toward the kitchen. Instinctively Reese bit her lip, momentarily weighing in on which tea she was wanting right now before deciding that hand holding tea was just as good. “You can help me with the apples and I’ll handle the tea, how's that?” The water was finally boiling by the time they got to it, and she took a knife out of a drawer. “You don't have to help, but if you want to…” “Ahem.” Reese lifted her chin in a mock-hoity-toity manner before reaching for the knife. “If I can cut a gazillion lemons each week then I can cut apples, Apple.” She took a step closer she spoke, a grin tugging at the blonde's lips as she held out her free hand for a knife. “So lemme at ‘em.” Delia’s smile turned into more of a grin, and she closed the distance between them to press a kiss against Reese’s lips - short, sweet, but entirely necessary. “Alright, Peaches,” she said in a soft tease as she pulled back, putting the handle of the knife in Reese’s hand. Though the bartender barely noticed due to immediate Delia-kisses withdrawals. “Knock yourself out.” “Mm..” Reese murmured, trying not to sulk about the lack of hand holding and kisses that apple cutting required. “Peaches, huh?” The tip of pink tongue peeked out from behind her grin, trying extremely hard to focus on preparing the fruit. it was definitely more of a challenge than lemons, but there were no pantless Delia’s around her when she was at the bar. “I guess Peaches is a fair trade for Apple.” Delia moved away long enough to retrieve the tea from a cupboard, taking out several tea bags and carefully tying their strings around the handle of a wooden spoon as to not lose them in the water. “Seemed appropriate,” she said, smiling over at her. “Besides, I like peaches.” Reese bounced a little on the tips of curling toes. She leaned against the counter while she waited for the tea to steep, not wanting to stare at Reese for fear of making her feel pressured while she was wielding a knife but it was hard not to look at her, standing there wearing Delia’s clothes and looking so… comfortable. Reese was more than comfortable. Normally she would be squirming awkwardly by now, but instead she was popping a piece of apple into her mouth before going for the last apple. Looking up a glance was made towards the tea before lifting her gaze up to Delia, part of an apple wedge still hanging out of her mouth, and Delia’s eyes sparkled slightly at the sight. “..hmm.” She hummed as she nibbled her way through it before speaking. “Well, clearly I like apples. You should probably take these before I devour them.” Stepping back Reese leaned against the island, trying her best to look innocent. “You know, if you eat them all then there can’t be apple tea,” Delia chided teasingly, reaching over to slide the cut apples closer. “Oh no!” Reese’s tone was almost believable. “Then I would have to cut even more apples.” She gave the tea another minute to steep before carefully extracting the tea bags and sliding the cut apples into the pot. Turning the setting down so it would simmer rather than boil, she put a lid on the pot and ran her hand through her hair to push it back from her face as she turned to Reese. “And now we wait. Not for long, but long enough for it to get apple-y.” Tilting her head Reese studied the other woman, a little struck by how beautiful one could manage to be after just rolling out of bed. Mentally shaking herself from she bet was a slightly too long stare she finally spoke. “How long does it take for your tea to reach optimal apple-y capacity?” Despite being honestly curious about the tea, she still couldn't quite stop staring at its maker. It was quite the internal conundrum, and one she was losing the battle to stop. “I usually give it at least five to ten minutes,” Delia said, shrugging a shoulder. “It'll keep getting apple-y after but that's at least good enough for the first cup to taste good.” Reaching over, she hooked her index finger to Reese’s pinky. “So we have a little bit of time, but not too long.” So a little bit of Delia and then a lot of apple-y tea. Reese could handle those terms. Curling her pinky finger she smiled, closing the little bit of space that had been between them. “Sounds good to me.” The words were softer now to match her smile, making that naturally raspy tone a little more pronounced. Free hand found its way to the back of Delia’s neck, palm pressed against the bare skin while her fingers buried themselves into her hair, and Delia’s hand came up to rest on her waist, sliding to the small of her back moments later. “Just enough time for more Apple tasting before apple-y tea tasting.” Switching her gaze from eyes to mouth then back again she half-leaned and half-gently pulled herself into Delia’s lips for a kiss, the actual slice of apple still fresh on her lips. Grinning against it she murmured. “Or we could just wait patiently for the tea. I'm not bossy.” “Oh, I think your plan is fine.” Delia's words were a soft murmur against Reese’s lips as her fingers curled into the soft fabric of Reese’s shirt - no, her shirt on Reese. “Good.” She caught her mouth in another kiss, letting it linger and deepen as the sweet aroma from the tea seeped into the air around them. This was good, nice, and had been so unexpected it almost felt like a dream, but thankfully it was very real. She could taste the apple on Reese’s lips and feel the now familiar touch of her fingers in her hair, and it was perfect. Shifting ever so slightly Reese moved her cotton clad hips between Delia’s bare legs, apparently deciding that getting as entwined as possible was the only acceptable way to be kissing her. She remembered how she moved from last night and even now the overwhelming need to be closer wasn’t any lesser in the light of day. It almost made her wonder if the scent of apple was some sort of aphrodisiac for herself--and maybe it would be, but she was already dead sure it was a scent her brain was going to start associating with the woman in her arms. Reese was already losing track of time, and probably everything else; something she hoped was a reoccurring theme here. The air was filled with the scent of warm apples, but with her face so close to Delia’s it was a fight to separate that scent from whatever shampoo she used. Everything smelled, felt and tasted sweet but it was a Herculean act of restraint not to forget the tea. Cracking open her eyes Reese pulled back by a hair’s breadth before speaking, despite not wanting to have to do either right this exact second. “I hope you’re the one keeping track of time.” Delia smiled, her lips turning up against Reese’s as she closed the tiny distance between them to kiss her again. It was soft and short and then she made herself pull away. She really didn't want to, but she had a plan. Moving over to a cupboard, she pulled down two mugs and quickly retrieved a ladle from a drawer. Tea was carefully poured into the mugs, which she left on the counter once they were full, with Reese watching each motion as if the whole thing were somehow magic. “Now we have to let it cool.” Reese looked up again, eyebrows raising tauntingly as she asked, “Oh, and how long does that ta--.” Delia hooked a finger in the waistband of the pajama pants Reese was wearing to pull her in, her free hand coming up to cup her jaw gently as she drew her in for another kiss. Any real concern about how long it took for the boiling hot tea to cool was erased by the coiling tension in her lower abdomen, as if the butterflies were somehow cocooning themselves and bursting back into life each time Delia touched her. Almost instinctively she tilted her head into the hand at her jaw before leaning into the kiss. One hand slipped past Delia to rest on the counter behind her, the other trailing the pads of each finger up to the woman's side before curling into her hip with a squeeze that was only slightly less gentle than their kisses had started off. That squeeze made Delia’s finger tighten in its hold on Reese’s waistband, giving a tug to pull her in closer before letting go to come up and rest on her waist, her thumb brushing against her ribs. The subtle motion causing the blonde to arch with a shiver. Her head felt like it was swimming in the best possible sense, ripples of happiness running through her all the way down to her toes. As her hand shifted back from Reese’s jaw to the back of her neck, her fingers laced up into her hair and she gave what was almost a soft sigh against her lips. It wasn't that it had been so long - it had, but that wasn't it. Reese made her feel good, from the way her fingertips were pressed against her hip to the way she'd been making her smile before. Reese’s own toes had curled at the tug, the involuntary action nudging her upwards into the other's mouth as her lips parted in a shaky inhale almost in perfect tandem with Delia’s sigh. In some ways it felt like coming up for air but not from the kiss, which she would have gladly suffocate in. It was the quiet relief that eased the slight twinge of uncertainty that Reese had left Delia’s room with, not sure of what to expect when she walked out in her clothes. This was not on her list of possibilities, in fact this was exceeding any and all of it. The realization of it made her smile as her trajectory shifted to kiss the corner of Delia’s perfect mouth. Delia could feel that smile, and it made the corners of her mouth turn up beneath Reese’s kiss. Her fingertips scritched gently against her hair as her hand slid to rest at the base of Reese’s neck, the curve where it met her shoulder. A seemingly delicate spot and maneuver for Reese by the sudden shiver. She let her forehead rest against Reese’s as she allowed a bit of space between them - just enough for their lips not to be touching. An unfortunate price to be able to speak, but Reese seemed more than content with their current position. “Have you been keeping track of time this time?” she asked softly, nipping the inside of her lip with a grin. A dark blonde eyebrow arched dramatically at the question. “Time? What is this time you speak of?” Reese knew that the tea might very well be at the perfect temperature by now, but she was quite warm and cozy where she was. Pouting she continued. “I guess that means it’s tea time?” “I wouldn't want you to miss out, considering it's why you came over in the first place,” Delia teased, taking a moment to kiss that adorable pout that was right in front of her. She caught Reese’s pouting lower lip between hers and the tip of her tongue tasted the faint remainder of apple on it as it ghosted across. “Tea time.” Reese had full intention to launch into a convincingly pouty argument, but the kiss took the words right out of her while Delia’s teeth and tongue took her breath. Dark lashes fluttered as a small sound escaped her, fingers and the tips of her nails flexing against Delia’s hips, a move that made Delia’s hips shift slightly in response, as she leveled bright blue eyes onto her face. “Is it proper tea time conversation to admit that you had my attention before the tea, but I would have been a real half-witted nerf-herder to tell you no.” Delia laughed softly. “At least you weren't scruffy looking?” “I might have taken the invite for tea but I stayed for this.” Tilting her head she flashed a smile before biting her lip and straightening herself to be somewhat out of Delia’s personal space. Reese had issues with personal space as it was, but apparently she had lost the entire concept of it since last night. “Oh well good,” Delia replied, an easy smile spread across her features as she let her hand slide down Reese’s side to settle on her hip. “I’d hate to think this was all just for tea.” She was teasing, but there was still truth to it. Leaning in, she nudged the tip of her nose against Reese’s before letting go of her to reach over and pick up one of the mugs, bringing it back for her to take. “The legendary, signature, homemade apple tea, just for you.” Taking the offered mug meant removing her hands, and begrudgingly Reese did so. The heat from the mug was pleasant, but not as pleasant as Delia’s warmth. “Legendary and signature? Maybe I should write it down into the cultural history of Austin now that you're around.” Lifting the mug to her lips Reese inhale the scent before taking a sip, and then another. Her cheeks had been slightly flushed before from the Eskimo kiss, but now she could use the hot tea to disguise the pink. “Okay, it's definitely got to go into history,or you have to make me tea a lot.” Taking another sip she looked up at Delia sweetly. “I'll let you pick.” Delia had taken the chance to get her own mug once Reese had released her, not wanting to move too much still, and took a slow sip as she watched the other woman try the tea. She knew it was good but there had also been a lot of hype, teasing or no, that made her wonder if it would be good enough. So Reese’s response was a relief, and Delia took another sip as her shoulders relaxed. “Oh, I don't know,” Delia said slowly, lowering her mug to rest against her chest. “If I have to make you tea a lot, that means you'd have to be around… and that sounds much better than being written into the history of the city.” For a moment Reese had stopped breathing, the few seconds between around and much better were pretty painful. Exhaling in a laugh she looked over at Delia. “You don’t have to make me tea a lot if you don’t want to...I can be around with or without it.” Taking another drink she hummed. “It wouldn’t be mad if you did, though.” “Making tea is so strenuous,” Delia sighed playfully, her eyes sparkling as she smiled over at Reese. “I think I can manage it every now and again, but it's good to know it's not necessary for you to come around.” She took a sip of her tea and tilted her head as she thought for a moment. “Do you have work today?” Reese’s nose wrinkled at the question. “At some point I have to go help Demi pick up after whatever destruction was left last night. We just got a new guy, though so it shouldn’t take too long. Half the work, really, is getting the drunk people off the floor.” With a sigh she took another drink, lamenting the days of barbacks that did the cleaning of anything not behind the bar. “What about you, any plans or...” She punctuated the sentence with a playful nudge to Delia’s foot with her own. “..are you just trying to get rid of me already?” Delia gave a shake of her head, giving a nudge to Reese’s foot in response. “More like figuring out how long I get to keep you,” she replied honestly, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks. After all, there was no point in pretending anything other than the truth. Grip tightened on the mug as she took another drink, using its rim in a failed attempt to hide her grin at the words. “You know, that's almost a line from Casper the movie, which is one of my favorite movies.” The lack of floating and slow dancing was a big difference, but Reese was practical about her romance. Reaching out with one hand she brushed the back of her knuckles against Delia’s slightly flushed cheeks before running it down her hair. “However long you want to keep me works for me.” A soft smile turned up the corners of Delia’s mouth as she tilted her head into Reese’s touch. Her free hand came up, fingertips brushing against Reese’s stomach as they drifted to her side, curling around her waist. That was a dangerous proposition, because staying there for days was sounding better the more Delia thought about it - but that was impractical. It was simply that the spell couldn't be broken if they didn't let it by something as silly as work pulling one or more of them away. “How about…” she began slowly, thumb rubbing against her side. Reese’s grip tightened a smidge more, teeth coming down to press hard against her bottom lip as she waited for the rest. “We get through this cup of tea then see what happens?” Releasing her poor lip a lopsided smile was given before answering. “You seem effortlessly adept at making it very hard to focus on my tea, but I’ll accept those conditions.” Free hand continued to toy with Delia’s hair, back to wrapping it around her fingers. For whatever reason it soothed Reese’s racing heart, and she hadn’t been told to stop yet so she was happy to press the luck of her own contentment. For Delia’s part, she didn't mind in the least. “You do drive a hard bargain though with this ‘drink your tea’ business, though a tasty one.” “I thought you wanted tea,” Delia said, not quite being able to focus that greatly since Reese was playing with her hair. “I mean, you can forgo the tea if you'd like but I wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to finish it.” She took another sip of her tea before setting the mug down and quirking an eyebrow at her. “It's all apple-y and all.” Taking some liberal sips on her tea she made a smug face, watching Delia as she did so. “I do want tea. I am having my apple-y tea.” With another sip she leaned in again, though this time she only reached around and placed the mug beside Delia’s. “I have even now finished my oh-so-very apple-y tea, and it was delicious.” Reese said, the playful satisfaction evident in her voice as continued to play with Delia’s hair. It didn’t take long though before the lack of mugs and personal space tempted her to lean in, planting a soft kiss on her lips before whispering, “Thank you for my apple-y tea, Delia.” The name felt like honey on her tongue. Reese had said that name several times last night but it felt heavier then--this was a light sweetness. Delia smiled softly, her gaze focused on Reese all the while, eyes closing briefly at that soft kiss that she wished had lasted longer. The again, there was no reason for there not to be another, and another, or another. “You're welcome, Reese,” she murmured, kissing her again and then resting her forehead against hers. “Hope it met all your hopes and expectations.” Oh, if Delia only knew. Placing the tips of her unoccupied fingers on Delia’s arms Reese stroked upward as she spoke. “It exceeds them, actually.” Placing a quick o the end of Delia’s nose she grinned before going on. “Who would’ve thought that the beautiful Han Solo who pull me across my own bar would also make me the most amazing tea I’ve ever had.” Looking up she smirked. “And let me wear her super comfy clothes.” “Us smugglers are full of surprises,” Delia agreed solemnly, a slight shiver running down her spine at Reese’s touch against her arm, which didn’t go unnoticed by the way the blonde smiled. Her own hand slid from Reese’s side to the small of her back, resting low on her back, touching against the hem of her shirt. “The super comfy clothes, that's the rarity. You look better in them than me, though.” Reese made a faux-shocked face. It wasn't just a compliment, because Reese certainly did look good and Delia generally wore them only for comfort and when she was particularly worn out - far from looking good. “So anyone can get tea, but I get your clothes? Score.” Pulling back a little she made an exaggerated show of looking Delia up and down. “I dunno. I mean, they are yours, so I think that’s why they look good, but if you keep flattering me you might end up having to fight me to get this t-shirt back.” Wiggling her shoulders as if to say I’m comfy and I know it. Reese was too cute, but that was far from a bad thing. Delia’s fingers curled into the t-shirt, giving a gentle tug against the back of it as she closed the small distance between them and kissed her briefly. “Does that mean you'll fight me if I try to take it off?” she asked softly, no pressure or expectation behind her words. “Mm..” Tilting her head Reese looked up for a few moments, blue eyes sparkling in mischievous thought before she looked back at her. “Well, if you like to play fight then I can definitely hold my own…” A lingering kiss was pressed against Delia’s jaw, her words whispered into it. “..but I’d definitely let you win.” Delia smiled, head tilting slightly at the kiss to her jaw. “Well as long as I get to win…” She rubbed her thumb against the small of her back where her hand was resting, causing the blonde to arch into her. “Not that I’m competitive or anything, it's just I’d like to win in this particular case.” Resting her temple against Reese’s, she spoke softly near her ear. “Come back to bed and let’s keep from going to work for a while?” Nuzzling her blonde head against Delia’s she almost purred. “Again, I’d be a foolish nerf-herder if I said no.” Stepping back she pulled Delia with her, nipping gently at her ear as she moved. “If you keep asking that nicely I might make you tea before I have to go to work for two hours. Shirt’s coming with me, though.” Sliding a hand down to thread their fingers together she grinned. “Lead the way, smuggler.” |