Sebastian "Bazzer" Vedder (winged_bazzer) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-03-25 22:56:00 |
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Current mood: | depressed |
No is the saddest experience you'll ever know...
Who: Bazzer & Rowan
When: Day 12, later afternoon
Where: the river
What: Bathing...some very minor foreplay. Barely.
Complete: yes
Rating: PG-13
As usual after his attempts at tanning the few hides they had, Bazzer stunk to high heaven. Grabbing a soap pod that was sitting next to the river he stripped and went to bathe before joining everyone for dinner. Kneeling in the cold water, he tried to work out what would happen. He had been trying to work that out all day, ever since Thorne had come to talk to him. So far...he didn't have any answers other than to avoid and ignore Thorne as best he could for the moment. Bazzer was not a violent person, but this...it was tempting. He had been taught to never hit a lady but Thorne was no lady. And neither was he. The thing was...Thorne HAD warned him. He had just never thought it would come up. And they hadn't been together long either, days, though it felt like longer. And they hadn't had sex. Unfortunantly. Discreet and quiet hand jobs in the dark like teenagers was not sex. But damn did this whole thing piss him off though. Slapping the water with his arms, he tried to force himself not to be so melodramatic. It was a dented heart. Not broken. Not irreparable and nothing new. Nothing special.
Rowan, in all her pregnant and naked glory, came wandering down to Helena's Bath (as Ro tended to call it in her head now) with a soap pod in her hands, muttering to herself. Not in any annoyed way, just trying to figure out if they could maybe, just maybe, make something like a stew because she really, really wanted stew. Not that she was going to tell anyone, she was just going to try making it tomorrow. Maybe. Anyway, she came down the path that was being stomped into the ground and smiled at Bazzer! Yay for Bazzer! She liked him. "Yo!" And she stepped into the water.
"Hey," he said, absently, then turned and saw her in all her glory. Wow. Maybe next time he decided to bathe he'd leave his glasses on the bank with his clothes. Mouth opening and closing a few times, he finally just knelt a little lower in the water and tried to avert his eyes, she was very...pregnant. And naked. And nakedly pregnant. "Um, Rowan?" he finally muttered, very much not looking at her, "You ah...aren't wearing anything..." very astute genius, a little voice in the back of his mind informed him. Neither was he.
"I... don't usually wear things when I take a bath?" Rowan wasn't sure how to respond to that, though it was true enough. Once she was used to the water temperature, she ducked under the surface and came up with her hair slicked back, and making sure all the relevant bits of anatomy were under the water so that Bazzer didn't have to be alarmed by a nipple. "Don't worry, I won't turn you to stone."
"I know that!" he defended himself, more harshly than he needed to, "It's just that...you're pregnant and..." sighing, Bazzer tried to start over, "Want me to leave you alone?" he asked. He hadn't bathed at all, just wet himself so far, enjoying the cold water, but he would if she wanted. He was becoming used to seeing more skin as they simply did not have enough clothes, but generally, he hadn't seen the women naked, only some of the men. Like Thorne.
"Whoa! Relax!" Rowan held up her hands in the universal sign of 'hey, relax'. "Don't worry about it. I like you, you don't have to leave just because I want a bath - more than enough water for the two of us. Now, if you were Arlo, I'd possibly try to drown you..." She grinned faintly and started using the soap in her hair, foaming it up. "But you're pretty cool."
It was a good thing he wasn't Arlo! She probably outweighed him and even with the big pregnant belly she could probably take him. That was a sobering thought. Opening up his own soap pod he started washing his hair. He needed to shave. Well, it would have to wait until he had something to shave with. He didn't have too much to shave anyways. 29 years old and he couldn't quite grow a beard. He was a child. "You're um...showing," he pointed to her chest. When she had raised her arms to wash her hair, her boobs had risen a little more above the water.
Rowan looked down, then up at him with a grin. "Tsk on peeking there, Baz." She looked down again, and then turned sideways so she could examine her profile in the water reflection. "They're actually nicer than they were before, can you believe? Pregnancy actually did all sorts of cool things for my figure."
"You're here and naked, how can I not?" he asked reasonably, then ducked his head to wash the soapy stuff off his head. Slowly, he worked his way down his body with the soap pod, but when she turned he sort of goggled at her. "It did?!" he asked, confused, "Like what? Er, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he stood and turned his back to wash himself more , giving her the privacy to do the same. It was still fairly light and almost the entirely of his tattoo could be seen with his back turned, except where it disappeared under the water on his legs.
"Nicer boobs, gave my ass some definition. Made me look more feminine, y'know? Earth-motherish. I could totally wear flowers in my hair and look awesome at a ren-fest like this." She ran a soapy hand over her neck, scrubbing it lightly. "Nice tattoo, by the way. I've got the same on mine."
Turning around and sinking back into the water, Bazzer looked at her curiously, "No you don't," he argued, he'd seen her back, sorta, there was some sort of scar there that he hadn't asked about. She did not have massive wings on her back. Not like his. As far as he knew, his tattoo was a one of a kind original, if only because it was so much bigger than a traditional tattoo of angel wings that adjustments had been made. Besides, what were the odds of someone else having a matching tattoo here?
Rowan grinned, and turned around, pulling her hair away from her back so could see it. Of course it wasn't exactly like his - her's was custom, too - but there was definite wings carved into her back and scarred over, and down the tops of her shoulders and upper arms. There was a world-tree tattoo on the small of her back, as well. "Wings, man. Feathered wings. You just have to see them right."
Peering at them, Bazzer crept closer, tracing the outline with his fingertips. They were indeed wings. Huh. Interesting. And unexpected. Very unexpected. Randomly, he leaned in, kissing Rowan on her back between her shoulder blades very delicately. "How long did it take?" he asked, not knowing much about scarification.
"Two years about, all together - not including the tattoo. That was my present to myself before I got pregnant. That was back in university, though, so it's altogether about three years since it's been finished." She happily let him touch the scars, with a soft, happy hum. And the kiss made her smile. "That feels good, don't stop."
Right now, Bazzer didn't need much encouragement. He was lonely, Thorne had dumped him - or had he dumped Thorne? - and he was feeling shitty. Working his way across her shoulder blades, Bazzer came around to her front and looked at the baby between them. Tentatively, he placed his hands on her stomach and leaned forward, catching the corner of her mouth in a kiss.
Rowan blinked, and looked entirely pleased. Well, that was both adorable and very nice. The baby kicked Bazzer's hand, and Ro turned her head so that she caught Bazzer's lips in a proper kiss.
The baby kicking startled him, but he was once more caught up in the kiss. She hadn't brushed her teeth in a while. Neither had he. It was okay. None of them had. He drew her closer, hands cupping her ass as he deepened the kiss. This wasn't some friendly kiss, this was sexual and needy and hungry.
While she hadn't been turned on before - she hadn't come to the baths just for some hot sexin', solo or not - her hormones were all over the fucking place, and a kiss like that was spark to tinder. Rowan kissed Bazzer back, and put her arms around him, tracing his spine delicately.
Breaking for air only out of necessity, his hands moved to her breasts, massaging and kneading them. A little voice in the back of his head said this was not a good idea, but he ignored it. Right now, it was a very good idea and he was going with it. "How?" he whispered in her ear. He'd never had sex with anyone, much less a pregnant woman, though he did not want to admit that to her or anyone else. He was going to need some instruction though.
"Baz... Baz, wait." She took his hands and held them gently. They were warm, and she liked that. "Have you talked to Thorne about this?"
A range of emotions crossed Bazzer's face, "There's nothing to discuss," he replied, shortly, shoulders slumping, "He wants to see other people," well, it wasn't entirely like that. Thorne had said that from the beginning, but this was a little different, now he WAS seeing someone else. And since Bazzer and Thorne had broken up, so could he. It made sense in Bazzer logic. "So. You are other people," well, he hadn't chosen her simply because she was available. Well, yes he had. Right now, he wasn't picky. Not that he wouldn't choose her for other reasons too, he liked Rowan, she was a nice girl. He liked nice girls.
Am I the rebound girl? Rowan searched Bazzer's face for a moment and decided that yes, yes she was. "Bazzer, you're a darling and believe me when I say that I'd enjoy sleeping with you under normal circumstances, but I think you're a little - or a lot - angry right now, and if we're going to sleep together... I don't want you to be angry. I enjoy sex, and I don't want it tainted with unhappy emotions." She ran a hand through his wet hair, smiled at him softly, and kissed his cheek. "You understand? Sleeping with you should be a joy, not just a fuck."
"Always," Bazzer replied, his voice icy cold and hard. He stepped away and turned his back. Alone. Still. Always. It figured. He tried not to let his disappointment show though. "Yeah, I understand," all too well.
Ro wasn't sure how to respond to that, and she frowned, distressed. Bazzer was nice, and warm, and he looked really hurt when she said that but it was true and she didn't want to hurt him and dammit dammit dammit. "Baz? Will you please talk to me?" She didn't like the voice she was speaking in - it was that worried, fretful, 'I-don't-know-what-to-do-help-me!' voice that inspired confidence in no one, least of all herself. "Please?"
"Why?" he asked, bathing as if nothing had happened, "Nothing to talk about. You said no. No means no, I respect that," he wasn't going to play the no-means-yes games he had heard that girls sometimes play. Nope. If she wanted to have sex then she needed to say yes and not be coerced. He really just wanted to finish bathing so he could go now. Go far, far away preferably, before he made anything worse.
For some reason, that made her feel so much worse. Ro swallowed hard, feeling that hard, sick knot in her stomach, and she rinsed herself off quickly. "I'll just... I'll just go, then. I'm sor..." She shook her head. He probably didn't want to hear that. "I'll just go." She hauled herself out of the pool, and Rowan beat a hasty retreat that was anywhere but here.
Wrapped up in his own misery, Bazzer missed the tone of her voice entirely. Once she was out of sight he stepped out of the river as well, shaking himself and dressing quickly despite the cold dampness. Making his way back to camp he wondered what else he was going to screw up, because obviously he wasn't winning points with anyone today.