Gert Yorkes | Arsenic (arseniclace) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-04-01 17:38:00 |
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It'd been a few days since his body was back to normal, and it was hard to hide just how relieved he was. How Xavin could just bounce between one and the other was completely over his thinking capabilities. Still, a valuable lesson had been learned. Somewhere. Maybe. Hopefully. Chase was starting to get pretty restless since the change, though. There wasn’t much to do. When no one was chasing after you, you had a lot of free time to think and do things instead of being paranoid and prepping for the worse. So after a few hours of Mario Kart, Chase decided to go bother people, but he couldn’t find Xavin around, so his best option anyways was to find Gert. His first stop was the kitchen, tossing all of the cabinets open in search of food items before raiding the fridge. It didn’t take long (and he may have forgotten to put things back), but he made a few sandwiches and headed to her room. Without a knock, he let himself in, holding up the two plates of food like he was a messenger of good news. “Yo babe, thought you’d like some lunch!” He was wearing a hoodie with the sleeves unceremoniously ripped off without a shirt on underneath. It was just one of many ways he was showing off how happy he was to be back in his own body. I mean, come on, look at those manly arms! “Wasn’t sure what you wanted, so there’s PB&J, turkey, ham, or plain old cheese.” With little regard for whether or not she wanted him around, he moved towards her close enough to steal a kiss. --- Bad Businessman by Squirrel Nut Zippers filled Gertrude’s bedroom with peppy melodic notes loud enough that she didn’t hear Chase come barging into her room. Lace peeked up when she caught the scent of food more than anything, but she remained on Chase’s side of the bed and quickly went back to sleep. Gertrude, being the bored sixteen year old girl she was, decided to look through everything her former selves had collected over whatever time they’d been in this world. Photos of the entire gang were there, in other pictures there were only two of them, in others a couple more - people she knew and people she didn’t all staring up at her from her comforter. There was a ticket to a club, little trinkets, bottles of deep floral perfumes, and a diary laid out - she was looking at everything and nothing at the same time, it seemed. Gertrude herself had her lavender bangs and the hair that framed her face pulled up with two black and white polka dot clips, thigh high black tights with random rips along the legs, purple knee high socks over those, and a large beige, soft green, and light purple plaid shirt on that was big enough that it hid her shorts and the tank under it. “PB & J is cool,” she answered without looking up, though she shifted to push some of the photos away for Chase. Only looking up to him when he was there, stealing his kiss; she rolled her eyes while taking the sandwich from him, “You know I don’t eat ham.” Lace’s tail slid over the bed towards Gert and then away again as if on cue - she’d eat the ham. ---- Chase set the plates down on the bed, grabbing hold of the ham sandwich and taking one look at Old Lace. “Red, 18, hut hut! Go long, OL!” How “long” could a dinosaur go in a bedroom like Gert’s? As far as she’d need to to get that damn sandwich. Except not. This OL wasn’t Chase’s. They didn’t have that connection, and he didn’t have the remnant of Gert in his head at all times. When Lace just sat there, staring at him with a look that said nothing more than, “if you don’t give me that I’m going to bite your head off,” Chase sighed and just nonchalantly tossed the sandwich to her so she could catch it where she lay. “I’m gonna teach you a thing or two, girl,” he grumbled before plopping down on the bed and grabbing himself a sandwich. After taking a bite, he started snooping around everything Gert was going through. “What’s all this junk? When’d we do that? And who’s that sexy beast?” Chase pointed at himself in one of the pictures before laughing, “just jerkin’ your leg. But damn, is that you?” His finger moved to poke at the image of Gert, or, someone that looked like Gert but… different? Yeah, real different. Someone that more closely resembled the Gert that first died in his arms from the future. “She’s smokin’,” he said, taking another bite and nudged Gert’s shoulder with his own. ----- “Gonna teach her all about sports?” Gert quipped as she took a bite of her PB&J, she didn’t even have the ability to answer Chase as he joked about the photos. That’s why he gave her the PB&J so easily; forcing her to keep her mouth shut when he knew she had such a big mouth to start with. Tricky bastard. She finally finished the bite and cleared her throat while nudging him right back with her shoulder. “That’s me, I’d say maybe...two years in the future? Looks like I got a pixie cut after all...went back to my natural hair too.” Dropped some weight, wear some makeup, and put a dress on - it was a whole new Gertrude Yorkes. Who’d-a thunk? “Glad you seem to like me in the future, has to bode well for our relationship.” She shifted to pick up the photo so she could look at it a bit closer, “You look really good, too. Weird though…” She sighed a little before taking another bite mostly to give herself time to chew and think things over. Whens he was finished she turned the photo and moved to hold it closer to Chase’s face so he could see what she was looking at. “You two look about the same age, but you look...more worn than the dude in the photo.” She shrugged and dropped the photo for it to either fall back to the bed or for Chase to catch, “At least I know one day you’ll let me dress you and you’ll look...oh, what do the kids say these days? Fly? Or is that way too 90’s of me?” --- "All the sports. I had her running full-on plays with. She'd make one helluva wide receiver." Chase let his hand move back on the bed to pat at OL's back, rubbing at her tough skin as if she were a dog before focusing back on the pictures again. It was hard to swallow. Some pictures they actually look happy. How long had they been here before? Maybe she just had the opportunity to live here, or, maybe there was some other world where she got to live. Anything was possible, right? If they could do time travel, why not some parallel dimension. "You calling me old?" he tried to joke, making sure to take an extra large bite of his sandwich. He wasn't going to talk, not ever if he could help it. She didn't need to know, and he didn't need to bother anyone about what had gone on. His job now was to keep Gert, Xavin, and Molly as safe as he possibly could. The urge to run was great, and while he disliked Stark and anything Avengers related, right now staying under the radar and under the constant surveillance of him was the safest thing he could think for them. "Woah babe, yeah, don't date yourself. You say shit like that and kids will beat you up when you start school. And please, I look good in whatever I wear, we just look like giant hipster dweebs. Cute, sexy hipster dweebs." ---- “You keep saying hipster and dweeb like it should be offensive, yet somehow isn’t…” Gertrude sent Chase a sidelong glance before pressing her glasses more firmly up the bridge of her nose before taking a smaller bite of her sandwich. “No one said anything about me wanting to date myself, idiot.” She grumbled around the chewy substances and then made a face as if she just realized something. Staring down at the bread she pulled the slices of bread apart before groaning slightly and giving an audible, and visibly forced, swallow. “Chase!” She licked at the inside of her mouth as if trying to rid some disgusting taste, “Do you know how chewy white bread gets when it touches your saliva? No wonder it feels like I have to chew a copious amount of times.” A small huff was given as she looked over to OL - the dinosaur lifted her head on cue and without much more direction was able to snap up the remainder of Gert’s lunch as she tossed it up into the air for her. “Thanks though,” smiling she glanced back towards Chase, “it was thoughtful of you,” she leaned in to him and kissed his cheek lightly before moving and bouncing off the edge of the bed to stand up where she began to collect the items on her bed. The music switched over to some song by Fuel and she hummed along without thought. “Hey, old-man,” she joked only to press into Chase’s question about her thinking him old. “Want to do something tonight? I like the not running thing, but I also miss moving...so...let’s do something. Just us.” Because dates, real dates, had been so far and few in between...it seemed like the perfect time to catch up on actual couple’s time. ---- Chase was nearly done with his own sandwich, having mastered the ability to chew and multitask, unlike certain others sharing the bed space with him. "You're a geek, G, through and through. You'll never be as cool as me," he said in a mocking tone, grinning as he finished up his own sandwich and dusted his hands off on his jeans. He let fingers sift through a few more pictures before finding a rather candid one of them. Maybe K took it, but they'd been laying in the piles of pillows, her head on his lap as they looked at each other. There was nothing fun about the tone of his voice as he spoke, "Can I have this one?" He asked more out of politeness before taking it and folding it into his wallet. With the extra sandwich still on the plate, Chase followed suit with Gert and tossed it over to Old Lace. "I'll pick you up something way better later, Old girl." As Gert moved, Chase watched, falling back into her bed soon after as she started talking, eyes rolling at old man. "I'd like that. Oh hey, there's this 'Nam place down the road a few blocks, how about that?" ---- “Yeah yeah, when I want to be as cool as you I’ll just shove my foot in my mouth.” She smiled as she spoke and glanced up to him with that loving look that only she could have when insulting him. She was caught off guard just a little when he actually asked to have a pictured...or that he wanted it at all. She didn’t even get to look at it before he was folding it and tucking it away in his wallet, “Sure...I guess.” “That a dressy place? ‘Cause I’m cool with not changing to be honest.” When she was finished putting the rest of the photos and diary back into the top drawer of her dresser she turned to look at him and held her hands out to her side so he could get a good look at the...well...sort of matching outfit. How could you go wrong with thigh highs, knee highs, frayed jean shorts, plaid, and a white tank that obviously showed off your red bra? She laughed and shrugged, “I guess I could change, maybe.” Not really caring she moved to crawl back up onto the bed and nuzzle into Chase, pushing him back a little as she crawled to straddle his left leg and make herself comfortable with her leg between his and her head resting on his chest. --- "I really must have brain damage because that hodge podge from good will looks super hot on you, but I'm sure it'd look just as good as on the floor..." He couldn't avoid the innuendos, it was half of their game. When she moved him and got all comfy, it was too easy to slip into their most comfortable position. Fingers curled into her hair against her scalp, rubbing lightly as he shifted to cradle her between his chest and arm. "You know if you get comfy like this we won't be going anywhere. I'll fall asleep in 5... 4...." He yawned obnoxiously and closed his eyes, pretending to fall asleep while snoring. Damn, he really could just fall asleep like this. "There's no dress code. It's not some fancy ass place. You're not getting me into that suit thing. Maybe you whipped other Chase, but I'm older, hotter, and way wiser, so no way Jose." --- With her face nuzzled into Chase’s chest she could smile warmly and not worry about him making fun of just how much she loved him - something she felt he did even if he really didn’t. It was also easy to ignore the innuendos. No matter how often he wanted to fling them at her, it was becoming so second nature to ignore that it was easier and easier to not even flinch let alone blush at the ideas he sometimes threw out. She did move to press her hands against the bed on either side of his chest so she could push herself up and look down at his face. “Oh? That so?” A slight smirk started to spread against her lips. “You think I don’t know how to whip you?” Both brows rose simultaneously in mock shock and yet with her expression she still somehow looked more daring than actually shocked. An air of ‘try me’ suddenly seemed to emit from her. “Please,” again she shifted and this time the entire bed moved as Lace groaned out her dismay and she moved to the floor - rather a pile of fabrics and clothes that Gert hadn’t been able to go through just yet. Meanwhile Gertrude used Lace’s movements to help her straddle Chase’s lap fully, sitting up as she pressed lightly against his lap. “If I believed in marriage I could get you on your knees in seconds.” It was easy to feel brave when you knew you were playing some game and weren’t going to go through with anything. With those thoughts she pressed her fingers and palms against his chest and leaned forward slowly until she could trace her lips against his cheek and breathe softly out as she shifted her lower body against his as her lips found his for a light kiss. --- "Yeah, that is $#@!ing so," he piped with a grinning smirk, pinching at her arm playfully. He caught her challenge, the game of mental ninja showdown she wanted to play. He always thought he was prepared for them, but Gert was the smart one, not him, always knowing which buttons to press, which ones to not, and when to shift those hips in the slightest of ways to draw any brain processing he could've mustered up to be clever enough to retort back. Still, hands found their way down her sides, resting against either hip and keeping her close. Even if this was as far as she was going to go, he knew it was better than her being dead. Every touch was from her was a new brick torn down from the wall he'd spent years building getting over her. "Babe, you don't gotta believe in anything but me and you and I'll be on my knees any time you ask," he said before her lips made contact with his. Shifting underneath her to get more comfortable, he let his fingers crawl down her thighs and back up so that he could wrap his arms completely around her, holding her close. Lifting his head, he arched into the kiss before letting one hand raise and hold the back of her head, fingers weaving throughout the forest of purple. She was so beautiful when she wanted to be, and damn if she couldn't be just as sexy as any movie star or model. --- There was a second of confusion passing through Gertrude’s mind just before their lips met. He’d willingly get on his knees? Was that a sexual comment or was that a followup to her marriage comment? Knowing Chase it was sex, but there had been no transition and he’d sounded more serious than the playful tone that often came with sexual innuendos. His fingers drew her thoughts away from words just as her hips drew his mind away from intellectual feats. The way his body arched into hers, fingers pressing, playing, tugging - it was familiar with a hungry undertone she didn’t recognize. The kiss broke for a second so Gert could sit up just a little more. Glasses pulled off and tossed towards the bedside table before the little distance that was created was filled again, lips pressing against one another as she pressed her upper body against Chase’s in the same moment. Her body gave tiny rocks as the duo fought through the kissing the more passionate it became until there seemed to be a loss of control and Gertrude couldn’t help but moan against Chase’s mouth. It was her indicator that things had moved too deep too soon. Just as quickly as she’d gotten into this position she was moving to cup Chase’s face lightly and pull her face from his slowly - obviously about to end what had just started. Her breathing obviously a little heavier than it had been only seconds before, her eyes unwilling to meet his, and her lips looking bruised from the sheer force laid behind each shared kiss. “...Chase, we should…” There was a flicker of lashes as she looked to him for only a second, her words barely a whisper and leaving more than enough room for interpretation. ---- It was hard to just let her go, but there was a level of delicacy awarded to Gert that Chase knew he wad to give in their relationship. If she wasn't ready for something, she wasn't ready, and he wasn't as big of a douchebag as some people would like to think. The desperation in his kisses could not be hidden, and it took everything in him to not just pull her back to kiss her again. So yeah, he rolled his eyes and played irritated that they weren't going all the way. Being a dick was easier than being honest. But not right now, he was still high off of the opportunity to just be with her. Fingers sifted gently through her hair as he shifted them both, tilting to the side to get her off so he could sit up next to her. Without missing a beat, he grabbed her hand and got up, tugging at her to follow. "We should go out and get us some Pho or something." Chinatown was pretty much their dating life, and while he wasn't familiar with New York's, he couldn't imagine it being too difficult to find somewhere good to eat. Plus, she wanted a date night, so, there, now they could actually go and do ‘them’ time. Letting go of her hand, he swiped up her glasses and playfully tossed them her way before walking over to Old Lace and patting her on the head. "What'd'you want to eat, girl? We'll stop and get you a treat along the way." Chase pulled out his wallet, double checking to make sure he had some cash for the evening. The nice thing about knowing yourself was that you knew where you'd hide shit. Previous Chase had a decent amount of cash stashed, so Chase helped himself to some of it, leaving most of it hidden just in case they needed to up and run again. "We can check out little Italy too, if you want something Italian instead. They've got one of those here, right?" ---- Was that a look of quiet disappointment as Chase pulled her up from the bed and tossed her glasses back at her? Maybe. She quickly hid it away as she pulled her glasses back on, it was very much like having a clear sort of mask to hide behind. It wasn’t that she wanted him to force himself on her - he couldn’t - but there was, of course, a part of her that highly enjoyed just how patient he was being with her. She didn’t even know what she was waiting for anymore...maybe the novelty of having time and dating to date was all she wanted. “She, oddly enough, would like lamb. Because that’s exactly where we weren’t going to go...isn’t it?” She pursed her lips as she looked towards Lace the way two sisters about to fight would look at each other. But Lace pretended to not hear Gert and lazily moved to scratch at her head with her back leg and chirped out a tune of absolute disinterest that made Gert laugh easily. There was a lot that Gert was picking up on between Chase and Lace - a few times now he’d gone to her as if he needed comforting of his own and somehow knew he would get it from her. All little things Gert was storing away for later - when the pit in her stomach would surely finally explode and questions would be asked. For now she would accept Chase as he was and not push...too much. While Chase finished petting Lace, Gert moved to her closet and slipped into her calf-high purple combat boots with galaxy spirals painted along the outer sides - older Gert apparently had time to get customary with her shoes. She quickly opted to not wear the plaid and pulled on one of Chase’s darker zip-up hoodies instead. “Ready when you are,” she offered already halfway out of her room and into the hall. [. . . ] |