Zania Castell (brokendoll) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-11-22 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-14-2017, lance, lance and zania, zania |
Snuggling by the Fire
Who: Lance and Zania
Where: Lance’s Place
When: Late Night
Despite the earlier blow up with Kenzie, Zania couldn’t be happier. She was laying by the fire with Lance beside her, a blanket beneath them, and nothing on. At this point she didn’t think Kenzie was returning any time soon, though she realized they probably needed to move to the bedroom before that happened. Still, it was nice to be there with Lance, to know he wanted her there. “If you had a million dollars, what would have spent it on? Back in the day?”
He ran his fingers over her spine, tracing the bones of it almost reverently. He did adore her like this. Her body, what she did do his, all of it. “Then? Freedom. A car or bike to take me far enough away. Probably would have wound up just blowing it on booze and drugs. And died as a result.”
“Mm,” she hummed happily, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body. When he’d said he didn’t do relationships, she thought she’d miss out on this. She was glad to find that wasn’t the case. “My family sold drugs, but it really wasn’t my thing. Except for X. I sometimes took it when I was dancing.” That was all she was willing to touch, though. She didn’t like the idea of snorting things and generally choked on smoke. It’d been fun getting high with Clementine and Mannix, though. “Where would you have gone? The beach? The mountains?”
“I liked X,” Lance said fondly smiling and kissing her shoulder before laying back on his back. “A lot. Loved...feeling things. And not caring who you were feeling them with.” He’d hooked up with his first guy on X. He’d been high enough to just act on feelings and attraction and not think about them. “I probably would have kept your family in business at one time.” He considered it, then shook his head. “Anywhere. It didn’t matter. Just away.” His voice got a touch wistful, eyes distant.
“Yeah, I liked how it felt to be touched, how everything was amplified,” she said, her fingers dancing down his stomach as he laid back down. She loved the little things like his kisses. He didn’t have to do it, but he did. “I was never one to sleep around, but there were other things I was willing to do,” she giggled. Zania wasn’t attracted to girls, but on X she was attracted to everyone. “Glad we didn’t take too much of your money. Other than the X, some of the stuff was dangerous.” And she wouldn’t have touched it. “I would’ve liked to go to Hawaii. Lay out on the beach, maybe learn to surf.”
“Yes. That’s for sure.” He raised one eyebrow at her, grinning a little. “What kind of things?” he asked. That was too tempting a question to not follow up on. “Dangerous didn’t scare me then. Doesn’t scare me now. Didn’t really fear death.” Who would when their mind worked like his? It didn’t make sense to fear it. “In a cute little bikini? I can dig that.”
“Just fooling around,” she smirked. “Touching. Kissing. Sometimes with guys, sometimes with girls. But no screwing.” Not with anyone but her boyfriend at the time, though she’d been single when she’d gotten up to the most mischief. “I just hope you aren’t courting death,” she said, fingers skipping down his pleasure trail. “Definitely a cute bikini. And skinny dipping.”
“I could see you with a girl.” Though the experience sounded a lot like his, though his had screwing. More than most probably. “At the moment, no I don’t think. If it happens, it happens.” Lance smiled more tracing along her hairline. “We could do skinny dipping now…”
“They’re fun, but they’re missing a body part I’m rather fond of,” she grinned. Zania just wasn’t attracted to girls like she was to guys. It wasn’t the same. She didn’t fantasize about them, didn’t see herself with one, but if she was high enough, she could enjoy herself with one. She was glad to hear Lance wasn’t trying to kill himself these days. Some of the things he used to say made her worry. “It’s a little cold for skinny dipping,” she laughed, her eyes shutting as his fingers moved along her hairline.
She had a point there, one that made Lance uncomfortable, sitting up a little more as he remembered that he wasn’t entirely unfond of that same part himself. “Yeah, well you know...sometimes there’s things only a guy can give you.” It didn’t sound as teasing as he meant it to and he hated it instantly. “Right, well, after the lake unfreezes. I guess I meant now like...not having to wait on Hawaii.”
“Exactly,” she smiled, looking up at him. Something seemed a little off in the way he said it, but she wasn’t sure if he was speaking for her or for himself. Zania hoped it was for her, but only because she didn’t want to share him. “Oh,” she snickered. “That’s true. And it’s probably not frozen, but still cold. I may have to pull you into the bath with me sometime. Not the same, but it could be fun.”
Lance grinned a little more. “I like the bath. It would be fun. Not the same fun because you can’t get caught, but still fun.” He reached over to trace a circle on her shoulder, focusing on her and the bits of her that turned him on and not the thoughts of guys who might. Or one guy who might in particular.
“Yeah, there’s not that thrill, but I’d still enjoy it if you were there, “ she said, rolling onto her side so she could better see him. “What’re you thinking about?” He looked deep in thought, focused in a way she rarely saw from him. It made her wonder what was going on behind those pretty blue eyes of his.
Lance missed the first part of what she said, but did catch her question. “You,” he said too quickly, wincing slightly as he did. He had been thinking about her, but also someone else, which he wished hadn’t crossed his mind.
“Seriously?” she asked, raising a brow, but still amused. Maybe he was telling the truth, but with the way his heart was beating and the speed at which he answered, she somehow doubted it.
“Yes,” Lance insisted since it was at least half true. It was what he wanted to be thinking about. “Is it that hard to believe?”
“No,” she said. “It just made me think of that Shakespeare quote. Something like, you doth protest too much. I don’t know.” She had no real reason to doubt him, and if there was something else and he didn’t want to share, she couldn’t really force him. “What about me?”
“I don’t know shit about Shakespeare, but for real yes, you.” He rolled on his side so he was facing her, arm tucked under his head. “How sexy you are, for starters.”
“You’re just buttering me up for another round,” she laughed, her eyes scanning down his body. He could have anyone he wanted, she was sure, but the fact that he wanted to be with her made her happy. “I’m a lucky girl. That you want me. And put up with me.”
“And if I am?” That was a good excuse for his behavior at least and Lance was more than willing to run with it. “You are lucky, but it’s not putting up with you. Honestly, I don’t know what it is, but i like this.” Something beyond the sex. Maybe he did like her.
“It’s working,” she grinned, leaning in to him, her fingers brushing over his hip. “I like this, too. I don’t feel so alone when I’m with you. And… I feel like you might want to get to know me.” Which was important to her, that he want to be around her when they weren’t fooling around. She wouldn’t dare call him her boyfriend, but that’s what it was starting to feel like.
He tucked one arm behind his head, looking at her. “There’s definitely parts of you I want to get to know,” he teased lightly, but she might be right there too. He didn’t usually ask, but when she offered information, he listened. “But I get it.” He wasn’t going to admit to feeling lonely, but he had as well.
“That you aren’t already familiar with?” she asked, amused. When it came to her body, she’d pretty much given him free reign. And since she’d enjoyed everything with him so far, she didn’t see why not. “Would you still have liked me if I threw spaghetti at you earlier? Because I seriously considered it.”
“I’m sure there’s some things I haven’t properly explored yet,” Lance said with a grin. At her question, he stopped to think. “Probably. Would thought it was a sign of spunk.”
Zania laughed, then leaned forward to kiss him. She didn’t think that would’ve been his reaction right that second, but she was glad he thought that now. “Good,” she said, pulling away slightly. “At least I didn’t cook it. I just took it from the diner.” Which meant she was a little more willing to throw it.
He liked that kiss and went with it. “You mean you stole it from the diner?” he teased, relaxing more, and pulling her more against his chest. “How naughty of you.”
“I steal food from the diner all the time, but in this case it was free. I met my brother up there and he let me take it.” She’d offered to pay, since he was the one working, but he let her have it. “I’m not the best cook, but our cook is great,” she said, sliding one leg over his as he drew her in. “Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like me to bring by sometime.”
“I never turn down food,” Lance said with a smile. “So okay, fair enough, you didn’t steal it.” He relaxed more. “I can’t cook much either, but I can appreciate someone who can.”
“I want to learn, but it takes time, and now it seems weird considering I don’t really need to eat.” But she did anyways when she was with people who did. It didn’t seem to have any effect on her hunger. “Pies were what I started with. I figured every good diner needed good pies.”
“Every diner does need pie.” He smiled and shrugged. “Don’t you have plenty of time now?” Seemed like that was the case now. “Though not needing to eat sort of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?”
“I do have time, but I’ve been spending it getting my club ready, and I’m also stuck indoors most of the day. When I’m at work, I make the pies, plus learn a little here and there. I can now boil an egg and cook noodles,” she grinned. It wasn’t something to be proud of, except for the part where she’d previously ruined both. “I like cooking for other people. I bake for people I like. Plus, it’s always been kind of a social thing in my family. Both eating and drinking.”
“How’s the club coming along? Need a bartender yet?” Lance asked, smirking a little and shaking his head. “Drinking was not a social thing in my house. It was a means to an end and the end was shitfaced.” His fucked up family.
“I was hoping to open this weekend, but there’s still a little work to be done. Maybe next weekend.” She still needed to get the lights hung, but Mickey had done an incredible job on the bar. She still couldn’t believe how good it looked! “I was still hoping I might be able to talk you into bartending with Lily, if I can trust you not to pocket more than your tips.” She’d need the income to keep the bar open, as much as she understood the desire to take more. “Just because it was a social thing didn’t mean we didn’t occasionally end up shitfaced.”
“I’m sure you’ll get there soon enough. I also don’t think anyone is going to object to opening on a weeknight. I’m not going to steal from you. I don’t need it.” He was good at taking what he needed or what appealed to him, but money wasn’t one of those things that appealed to him. It would be nice to have loads of it, but he’d rather take things. When they’d started stealing it wasn’t money they were taking. “There was no occasionally. My father’s a drunk. Even now. Kenzie’s was too.”
“That’s true. No harm in opening on a Wednesday night,” she grinned. The people in Delphi probably needed a place to get out to most nights a week. She couldn’t be the only one looking for something fun to do. “If you say so, I believe it,” she said, watching him for a moment. For one thing, she was beginning to know the difference between the heart rate of someone who was lying and someone who was telling the truth. But with Lance, it was more than that. She wanted to believe him. “Well… you’re not him. Neither is Kenzie. You’re both better than that.”
Lanced shifted a little and nodded. “We ain’t much, but we’re better than that.” And Lance hated both of them. “Though if you ask either one of them, their own kids aren’t worth a shit.” Even after they’d left their hometown, after Lance had gotten good at selling and Kenzie even better at stealing, he hadn’t been enough for his father. And it was a terrible place to be in.
“Then they’re idiots,” Zania said, looking up at him, her smile fading a little. She and her parents didn’t always see eye to eye, but she still felt loved by both of them. The more she learned about Lance’s upbringing, and Kenzie’s, the more she understood them… and hate their parents. It was a very different upbringing than her own. A parent should love their child, should nurture them, but that definitely didn’t sound like the case for either Lance or Kenzie. “I think you both have the potential to be whatever you want to be. Maybe not a rocket scientist, of course, but that’s not most people. Don’t let ‘em bring you down, especially if they’re not here.”
“I guess maybe they are. Kenzie’s dad, at least.” And as much as he hated his own father, he had a voice in his head that said his father was right. That Lance was a fuck up. “I’m not sure about potential. I don’t think we have that much.”
“Well… why not? What would you do if you could do anything?” Zania asked. If someone didn’t try, then no, they probably didn’t have potential, but not trying was different than not believing it was possible.
He laughed and shook his head. “Nothing. Not a damn thing.” It wasn’t much, but it was how he felt. “I never thought about amounting to anything. Kay and I wanted to travel, but we didn’t have a point in that. Or anywhere in particular to go.”
“Nothing you want to do, or like to do?” Zania said, cocking her head to the side. She supposed that if she didn’t have to work, then she wouldn’t, but she never saw life that way. Everyone had to do something with themselves, so she might as well do something she liked. “You can’t spend your days doing nothing. That would get boring eventually.”
“Not really. Beyond, you know...you.” He smirked at her then shrugged again. “I guess it does. Then you distract yourself at some point with something or someone. It was different out there. You spent most of your time surviving. It didn’t matter that you didn’t have a plan after that.”
Zania laughed and hugged him as she rolled her eyes. “Well, yeah, I didn’t have a plan except survival when I was out there. It was just about staying alive. And I guess since that’s where you stayed, then that’s what you’re used to.” It was day to day living outside the dome, something she’d been ready to escape.
“Exactly. Survive, steal, sell, move on to the next thing. So don’t blame me if all I have at the moment is you.” Lance grinned again and kissed her hard.
“Mm, no complaints here,” Zania said, kissing him back. It was weird to think he didn’t have another focus, but she supposed she could use that to her advantage. So long as he didn’t get sick of her, it could work out for both of them.