Melinda Bobbin (blowthehouse) wrote in snitchers, @ 2018-02-16 19:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: kirley duke, char: melinda bobbin |
Who: Melinda Bobbin & Kirley Duke
When: Friday, February 16th
Where: Kirley's Flat
What: Possibly talking about the possibility of feelings
Rating: Low? IDK.
Status: Partially Logged, Continued in Comments
Ride out the worst of it, it hurts a bit from what I'm told
You can't get over it, or out from it, till you're alone
But I'll be shadowing and waiting till you make it through
I am no angel but I'm willing to watch over
Mel hadn't really seen Kirley in nearly a week. He'd check in on her at Mungo's, but was then sent off on goddaughter duty and Mel knew better than to ask for a visit when he had his little one. After she was released, Mel knew she could've gone to see him, but something had held her back. The friendship between Kirley and Mel was changing, she could see that. If it had just been fucking and getting high, Mel wouldn't think twice. But, they'd made love. It terrified her to admit that, even to herself, but Mel couldn't keep denying what was happening. Their friendship was changing.
It was her fault, really. Telling Kirley what she was opened up a door to a whole new level of intimacy. By letting him know her deepest secret, Melinda no longer had to hold back. It was a small moment and she couldn't have possibly predicted how many ripples in the pond it would cause
She headed up to Kirley's flat, dressed in old jeans and a worn sweatshirt. With Cassius, Mel would take all her time to look perfect, but with Kirley she knew it didn't matter. They were friends, she told herself. Friends didn't get fancy for each other. Mel let herself into his flat and walked into the living room, flopping down on the sofa next to him.
"Hey," she said.
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He missed her. It wasn't often they spent days without seeing each other, and this time they hadn't even talked much. Granted, she'd been in the hospital, and he hadn't been able to see her, so he'd sent her gifts. But gifts weren't the same as seeing each other. He'd kept himself busy with the Valentine's Party and keeping Kaida, but his thoughts kept returning to Mel, and that morning. He hadn't had sex like that in years. It was weird to think about the changes their relationship was undergoing, but the more he thought about it, the more he didn't think he minded. She was more than just a friend, more than just a lover. She was special to him. Precious.
But he knew he couldn't push. He couldn't overwhelm her. So he waited. When she was ready to see him, she would find him. So he sat that Friday night with a glass of whiskey on the table next to his favorite sofa, his feet up on the coffee table with his knees up, a notebook on them. Lou had sent over some songs for notes ages ago, and he was finally getting to them. He heard the door open, but didn't get up to see who it was. Plenty of people had keys to his place. The maid, his assistant, the band lads, Mel, Lou, his sister. It could have been anyone, and he liked surprises.
When Mel entered the room, he looked up, and the corner or his lip twitched before he went back to the notebook. Don't be eager, he told himself. Let her lead.
"Hi," he said, circling a measure and drawing an arrow to move it around.
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Leaning over, Melinda grabbed Kirley's drink and took a few swallows. It helped soothe her nerves a bit, giving her the courage she needed to even approach a difficult conversation. And to be honest, Melinda didn't know how to begin. The last time she'd admitted feelings for someone it had started a long and very, very messy relationship which had ended with violence. At least she assumed violence. Lillith had been the one to deal with Jonathan. Mel didn't want to know what had happened.
Instead of talking, Mel scooted closer to Kirley and rested her head on his shoulder. She peered at the sheet music in his hands, not really able to make much sense of it. Watching Kirley work was relaxing and she was perfectly content to sit close in silence for awhile. Closing her eyes, she let out a small, content sigh. She wasn't sure how much time had gone by while she nestled against him and relaxed.
"How was your party," she asked without looking up. Melinda didn't really want to talk about Kirley fucking other people, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. Who might have been there, if he had missed her, if he'd found someone who might be more fun than her.
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Music was something Kirley could get lost in. He tended to float from interest to interest, never focusing long on anything, but if he had an instrument in his hands or sheet music in front of him, hours could pass and he wouldn't move, wouldn't think about anything else but the music. So he was happy to sit quietly with Mel while he finished the song. The weight of her head on his shoulder was grounding, comfortable, and he liked having her there while he worked. He hummed a bit, fiddling with the melody, marking a few extra notes here and there, scratching a few others out, and leaving some notes in the margin. It was going to be a great song, once they got the chorus right.
He was just finishing when Mel spoke, and he grinned as he closed the notebook and set it on the couch beside him. "It was good," he said. "Everyone had a good time. No one left without a smile. I'll probably have another one soon. St. Patrick's Day themed maybe." He did have a good time at the party, though bits of it were a blur of tits and dicks and limbs. He'd enjoyed himself, but hadn't found anyone special. To be honest, he'd caught himself watching the door a few times, hoping Mel would walk in.
"Did you have a good Valentine's Day?" he asked, half hating the thought of her spending it with someone else.
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Good. It was just good. Mel couldn't stop the smug smirk that appeared on her face. If she had been there it would've been a great time. She would've found him the best person to shag, falling into bed with him, and made sure he spend the night being lavished with attention. "I might have to come to the next one," she said, still not looking up at him. Could she see someone else in bed with him? A few weeks ago she wouldn't have ever questioned that, but now...
"Oh, uh, yes. I did." Cassius had been an amazing date. He was sweet and attentive and treated her like a princess. It was entirely different from her nights with Kirley, but not in a bad way. Cassius made her happy as well, but the two men in her life each seemed to have a hold on the two sides of her personality. "It was nice having a reason to get all fancy again." Mel grabbed a blanket from the back of the sofa and pulled it over her, curling up a bit more besides him.
"I missed you though."
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"You should," he said, shifting to put his arm around her. "We'd put on quite a show." He knew that if Mel had been there, he would have had eyes for no one else. She captivated his attention like no one else could. Even in a room full of beautiful people, each one vying for his attention, she would win every time.
His expression fell a bit as she talked about her night. She wanted to get fancy? He could take her fancy places... "I'll have to take you to a benefit sometime," he said, rubbing his hand along her arm slowly. "You'd put everyone else to shame."
"I missed you too."
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"Out on your arm like that? People would talk.Famous rockstars shouldn't be taking werewolf prostitutes to fancy events." Not that the papers didn't already talk, but Mel knew that she was mostly a face in a picture. No one really knew who she was. She had a wealthy family, but they'd rejected her. Now she was nothing more than a pretty face who showed up in pictures with Kirley. If he took her somewhere that mattered, someplace special, Melinda knew people would ask questions. They'd suspect there was more, question who she was. And Mel really wasn't sure how Kirley would feel about that. They were good friends who had great sex, she told herself. Complicating it with talks of more was going to ruin everything they had.
Besides, she knew who she was, what she was. Mel wasn't anyone special and she didn't want Kirley getting caught up with someone like her. He could do so much better and even though she'd hate seeing him with someone else, Mel knew she wasn't good enough for him.
"I'm sorry," she finally whispered. "I'm sorry I haven't come by sooner."