Just Cappie is fine (downandirty) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-05-10 19:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *hannahgrace, *lena, cappie, emilia spinnet |
While there had been plenty to do, being away on the mission had given Emilia quite a bit of time to think about her last conversation with Alicia. She knew her sister was right - there were no guarantees and she shouldn't just sit around and wait for Luke or feel guilty that she was developing feelings for someone else. The thought that Luke could still show up here was confusing and she honestly didn't know what she would do if that happened, but with Alicia’s encouragement, she had decided to try living in the moment a little more. She'd needed to be checked out by medical first, but once the pronounced her well treated in the field, she was free to do what she wanted. Navigating her kitchen with a broken arm wasn't easy, but she managed, pulling together a few sandwiches and a bag of crisps. She even managed a pair of mug cakes, which wasn't up to her usual standards, but they couldn't have a picnic without something sweet. Juggling the basket and a bottle of wine somehow with her good arm, she made her way outside and positioned herself on the ground just beneath Cappie’s window. She used the voice feature on her mobile to send him a text and then she just waited for him to show up. Cappie had missed Emilia while she’d been away, not that he’d admitted that to anyone else. He’d found himself lost for things to do and people to flirt with and, worst of all, it had forced him to think about home far more than he was comfortable with. He hadn’t been able to escape the fact that he was hiding here, in Atlantis, from the responsibilities and choices that he knew lay in front of him at home. On the one hand, home had Casey, Beaver, Spitter and KT but, on the other, it also had Graduation, getting a job and the end of college. Atlantis was giving him the opportunity to put all of that on hold for a while, without jeopardizing all the things that were on the line at home if he didn’t hurry up and make a decision. What he hadn’t counted on, however, was that he’d meet someone like Emilia: someone with whom he’d had an instant connection, someone who was funny, smart and really, extraordinarily, drop dead, smoking hot, someone who put up with his childishness without being “the female Cappie”, as Rusty would have phrased it, someone who he was clearly developing feelings for, despite his better judgement, and someone who, ultimately, he knew, was going to make it very hard for him to leave and go back to the real world, where she was just a footnote in some book about teenage wizards. When he’d seen the text come through on his phone, with her name beside it, he hadn’t been able to stop the thrill of excitement he’d felt at the fact she’d finally returned. That she’d come bearing gifts was just the icing on top of the already delicious cake. Grabbing his jacket, phone and keys, he’d leapt out of the apartment and ran down the stairs, barely even listening to the tuneful advice they’d sung at him on the way. Outside, it didn’t take him long to locate her beneath his window and he jogged across to her, slowing down and trying to calm his breathing as he approached. Jesus, he was unfit - he needed more exercise and, no, sex didn’t count. Not that he’d got any… yet. “You know, it’s supposed to be a boom box, not a picnic basket,” he chided playfully as he got close. He realised though, after only a moment, that what she was holding she was managing to juggle with one arm, the other looking miserable and weak and bandaged. Quickly, Cappie took the items from her, holding the wine bottle in one hand and tucking the picnic basket easily under the same arm, a look of concern passing over his face as he examined her. “Hey, I thought I told you to come back in one piece. What happened?” “Hey, I didn’t lose any limbs or anything, so I technically am still in one piece,” she joked. Her arm and ribs ached and she had a nice collection of healing cuts and bruises, which she’d probably go see Alicia about healing at some point, but she wasn’t going to worry about it right now. “How do you feel about a late night picnic?” she asked, trying to change the subject away from her somewhat battered state. She didn’t want him to be worried about her, even if a part of her liked that concerned look on his face. It was nice to be worried about in a way that wasn’t being seen as everyone’s little sister. “I thought we could find a quiet spot on the beach and you can catch me up on what I missed while I was gone,” she added, assuming he’d be into the idea. Or at least she hoped he would be. “Well that's not hard,” he said, stepping closer to her and slipping his free arm around her waist, careful to avoid any bits of her that looked like they might be feeling tender. “You missed me, obviously,” he elaborated, allowing a grin to spread across his face as he looked down at her. He didn't know whether it was true or not but he hoped it was. He sure as hell had missed her. Even he hadn't realised quite how much until she was here again, with him. Feeling daring and encouraged by her coming to see him like this, Cappie dipped his head, going straight in for a cheeky, little peck on the lips. Em had been hesitant with him all along but, when it had come to it, the kisses they had shared had been electric and Cappie knew she had felt it just the same as he had. There was something between them; wasn't it only fair to each other to explore that a little bit? They were both here, after all, and the two people that might have kept them apart were both at home in their own worlds. “Someone’s awfully sure of himself.” Despite her teasing, Emilia leaned in to meet his lips with a smile on her face. The truth was that she had missed him. She’d thought a lot about him while she was gone and a lot about what she wanted from this, whatever they were dancing around. Since he’d helpfully relieved her of the things she’d been carrying, Em wrapped her arms around him and stayed close even after they’d pulled apart again. “I think you’re the one who missed me,” she teased him. Cappie felt that elusive yet addictive shiver run through him when his lips touched hers, as though sparks of electricity were running from her into him and all the way down to his core. He felt her good arm wrap around him holding him close and, even when their lips parted, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. “How can you tell?” he asked, his voice sounding unexpectedly breathy. He gulped. He could feel his heart thumping excitedly in his chest at the closeness between them after the emptiness of her absence. “You know,” he began, wetting his lips and peering down at her from beneath his long, dark, endearing eyelashes. “Maybe the picnic could wait a couple of hours?” The thought of sharing her with a city full of potential beach visitors sounded potentially frustrating right now. He wanted to get her alone. He’d wanted to be alone with her again almost since the moment she’d left, in fact. Now she was back, he was disinclined to let go of her again, for a while at least. “Just a feeling,” she murmured a little huskily. The part of her that kept saying this wasn’t a good idea, that worried about someone getting hurt here if Luke were to show up or wondered if it wasn’t too soon to start moving on kept getting quieter. Tonight, that voice was almost nonexistent. Despite the fact that his suggestion sounded really good, she pouted up at him, pretending to be disappointed. “I’ll have you know I slaved over this picnic for at least 20 minutes,” she teased him. The truth was that being alone with him was exactly what she wanted. She’d intended for them to find one of the quieter parts of the beach, but if he wanted to go somewhere else, she wasn’t going to raise any serious objections. That pout. Damn. He found it equally alluring, adorable and frustrating at the same time. It pulled at something deep down within his stomach, making it flip and wriggle excitedly. His lips spread into an amused smile before he closed the gap between them again, giving both their mouths something better to do than pout or smirk. The kiss was deeper, longer, more intense than before and Cappie felt his arm tightening around Emilia’s slender waist. And his arm certainly wasn’t the only part of his body responding to the intimacy between them or the rush of adrenaline that was beginning to rush through his veins. He pulled away from her just a fraction of an inch then leaned in until his lips brushed the soft, warm skin just below her ear. He was breathing heavily and he could feel the warmth of his breath reflected back at him off of her skin, mingling with the sweet, musky scent of her perfume. “Come upstairs,” he murmured, nudging the side of her cheek gently with the tip of his nose before placing a little kiss just below her earlobe. “Aria’s out; we’ll have the place to ourselves.” The feigned pout faded in an instant when their mouths met once more. Her lips curved up into a smile as she kissed him back and she didn’t even think of fighting it as the kiss grew in intensity. Cappie’s body wasn’t the only one reacting to their closeness, to the passion between them and when they pulled apart - although it was just barely for the closeness kept between them - she had to catch her breath. The heat of his breath on her skin told her he’d been equally affected and that only made her heart beat faster. Not trusting her own voice at the moment, she looked up at him through dark, thick lashes and nodded. In the past, this might have been where she found some excuse to not be entirely alone with him, not in the way she was positive he was suggesting, but tonight she didn’t want to say no. Maybe it was having been away for so long or maybe it was Alicia’s encouragement, but suddenly she was ready. Cappie was half expecting Emilia to pull away, make an excuse or tease him for being too eager, just has she had done every other time he’d tried to make a move on her, but this time she didn’t. This time she nodded. Cappie felt more than saw the movement but it didn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face. “Yeah?” he asked in a breath, just to make sure he hadn’t been imagining the gesture, pulling back just a little so he could look down at her. He knew the excitement must read clearly on his face but he didn’t care to play coy right now. He just wanted to get her up to his room as quickly as possible. “Do you, er, wanna do that disappearing and appearing again thing that you do?” he suggested, nodding with his head back up towards his apartment window. His thumb, at the small of her back, had found its way beneath her shirt and he stroked the warm, soft skin there, his touch promising more. “Because I’m not sure I can trust myself to let go of you right now,” he added huskily. “Yeah,” she whispered, nodding her head again for effect. Playing hard to get was overrated, she thought, and she would much rather see how obviously pleased he was with her answer. Not that he hadn’t made his pursuit of her perfectly clear, but it was nice to be sure where she stood. “Apparating, yes,” she agreed, thinking this was an instance when it would be nice to transport herself somewhere in an instant, if she could actually manage to get them there in one piece. She couldn’t help feeling a little distracted at the moment. Sucking in a breath as his thumb found the bare flesh of her back, Emilia closed her eyes. “You’d better stop doing that if you expect me to concentrate well enough to not splinch us both,” she murmured. They might be just below the window to his flat now, but apparating still took a fair amount of focus and his touch make it hard to think about anything else. The smile grew wider on Cappie’s face, enjoying her double reassurance of the fact. He’d been waiting for this for a while now - longer than he would normally spend trying to convince a girl to sleep with him - but there was something about her that had made him suspect she would be worth the wait. He hoped he was about to find out whether he was right or not. Cappie laughed at her words, taking the opportunity to slip his hand still further beneath her shirt and lean in to steal another kiss before obligingly pulling back and removing his hand from her skin. “I’ll be good,” he promised her, before adding, “for now,” with a little wink. He couldn’t make any promises about later - not ones that he intended to keep, anyway. Taking a deep breath, laced with excitement and contentment all at the same time, Cappie placed his chin lightly on the top of Emilia’s head and wrapped his arm securely around her, trying not to squeeze too tight in the process. She’d told him about apparating before and he remember the fact that you had to have a good, strong hold if you were going along for the ride but he was also aware that she had just come back from a mission damaged and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Any discomfort she was feeling was tempered by the feel of Cappie’s arms around her. That embrace warmed her all the way to her toes and the only thing keeping her from wanting to stay and savor the moment forever was the promise of being truly alone once they got inside. Holding onto him tightly, Emilia concentrated, filling her mind with the image of his flat. Apparating straight inside would have been risky when most of the flats here looks identical, so she instead pictured his door, forming the image of the the numbers that identified it as his. She hadn’t actually seen the inside of his, yet, which would have made it difficult to get a detailed sense of where she was headed if she tried to take them any further than the door, but she hoped just outside it would be close enough. “Hold on,” she murmured a warning. “This is going to feel a little weird.” She disapparated then, holding onto him securely so as to bring him with her and moments later they stood, as she’d intended, just outside his flat. “Alohamora,” she whispered, maybe showing off a little, but as the door clicked open, she thought it was convenient that he wouldn’t have to let go of her to let them inside. She wasn’t kidding when she said it would feel weird. Cappie felt as though his stomach had been pulled inside out and been squeezed through a thin tube. It took a moment for him to regain his senses, once they had come to a stop outside the door to his apartment, but he couldn’t deny that he was impressed, especially when she unlocked his door with a spell. He smirked, licking his lips, as he looked down at her and he thought he sensed a little bit of smugness about her expression. God, she was cute! He lowered his head, capturing her mouth in another kiss, as he guided her in through the door. He had to sidestep a little, to get the two of them and the picnic basket in without letting go of her, but he managed it and was able to kick the door shut after them. The apartment was just like any other and, although the bits and pieces lying around on the surfaces marked it out as belonging to him and Aria, his roommate was too much of a lady to allow him to turn it into the mess it would be without her influence. Reluctantly, Cappie forced himself to let go of Emilia for just a moment, just long enough for him to put down the picnic basket and bottle of wine, before he returned his full attention and both his hands to her. The door to his bedroom was just behind her so, her face cupped between her hands, his lips fully occupied with kissing her, long and slow and deep, he walked her backwards until her back bumped gently into the door. Reaching down behind her, he scrabbled around until he found the handle. After just a moment, the door swung inwards and the pair of them, still locked in each others embrace, were swallowed into his room. |