Fox Wiley (todd_wiley) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-02-18 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | fox, jack, rae, spring break, thread |
Tuesday April 1st 2008
Who: Fox, Rae -- later, Jack
When: Tuesday morning, early!
Where: The kitchen/living room
What: APRIL FOOL's from Rae to Fox.
Rae had made a promise to herself while showering that she was not going to traipse around in her pajamas all day every day until the group decided to do something. Luckily for her -- sort of -- she didn't wake up in PJs on Tuesday morning. She did wake with makeup smeared across her face, shirtless, and a frilly tutu around her waist -- it had shimmied up in slumber. "Claaaassy," were the first words out of her mouth before she went to shower, up earlier than most everyone else.
A little later she emerged downstairs, completely dressed in skinny jeans and a tiny little red camisole with a screen print of James Dean's face, her hair in a ponytail and tendrils of randomly clipped pieces hanging. It was still wet; she hated blowdrying on the beach. It never came out the same. She smelled of peach shampoo and vanilla lotion: edible and clean.
As walked quietly downstairs in black and pink striped socks she checked her cell phone for messages and noticed the date. April 1st. Hmm...
Once again, Fox had awoken rather early and went swimming. The water was cool, given it was early April now and five something in the morning, but it was refreshing and fun to swim in actual waves, rather than the steady pool. After about thirty minutes in the water and hardcore swimming, he made his way to shore and his towel. A cool breeze came by, making him shiver slightly. Quickly drying off, he wrapped the towel around his shoulders and walked inside, fully intending to shower off and find something for breakfast. He was hungry!
Rae was already in the kitchen making herself a bowl of cereal when she heard the screen door slam and jumped, whirling around. Who the fuck? She angled her head a little, peeking out, and saw Fox, then ducked back into the kitchen. What was he doing up so early?
As she picked up a fugitive Froot Loop from the counter an idea began to take place. It was almost too easy to give up. He liked riling girls up and pushing them to the point of annoyance; why shouldn't she rile him up and push him.. well, just push him. Besides, it was the spirit of the holiday. Cassie would be proud... she thought, perhaps as incentive, and started to dutifully mix her cereal, waiting for Fox to come around.
Fox heard the unmistakable sound of cereal hitting a bowl and turned towards the kitchen. He was usually the first up, other than Keagan. Was that who was in the kitchen? Curiosity getting the better of him, he changed his direction and moved towards the tile floor, greeted by the sight of a firm ass in tight jeans, red cami and dark hair. "Morning, Rae," he drawled, a grin on his lips.
She pretended to be startled, and turned toward him with a smile. "Uh, hey, Fox.. you're up early..." her eyes traveled down, over his bare torso, which still had droplets of sea water clinging to it, and further down over his abdomen. Huh. She blinked, then turned away and picked up her bowl off the counter. "I was just, uh, getting breakfast...how can you swim out there? It's so cold in the morning.." she averted her eyes, becoming interested in her fruit-flavored breakfast.
He shrugged, moving to the cabinet, figuring he may as well eat now and shower in a few minutes. His stomach grumbled as if to approve his decision. "I find it refreshing. It's fucking cold the first few minutes," he said, pulling out a bowl and the Apple Jacks. "But after you swim for a couple minutes, you get used to it. It's fun." He poured the cereal into the bowl and grabbed some milk from the fridge.
"Mhm," she purred, pausing momentarily to watch the muscles in his arms and back flex in their stretch for the milk. Which was, naturally, part of her plan. The fact it was just fun to watch was considered a bonus.
She reached up to pull her ponytail off her shoulders, exposing her neck and more. "I like swimming in warm water. Ever go skinny dipping?"
Fox finished pouring the milk on his cereal and set it back in the ice box, digging around for a spoon. Finally finding one, he scooped up a bite of the Apple Jacks and his stomach gurgled happily. "Yup," he nodded. "I've been skinny dipping before." Grabbing his bowl, he held it and rested his back against the counter, not finding anything odd in their conversation.
"You sleep alright? You guys must have gotten in really late. I was passed out on the couch by like 1am." She sidled closer, taking a bite of cereal, chewing, and then making sure to lick her lips afterward. For crumbs, naturally.
He noticed her tongue flicking out, and did his best to avoid looking at it. They were friends and just talking. Nothing odd about that. "Yeah, we got in pretty late." Fox shugged, spooning up more cereal. "Y'all were dead to the world when we came in."
Her mind worked a mile a minute, cogs and wheels spinning at a velocity they were not accustomed to operating at so early in the morning. Certainly not after so much booze. "Mmm," she said, stalling, buying time, before taking a bite of cereal. Her eyes were on his face, half-lidded and easy, like always. "Yeah, I slept well after a while." She had actually had nightmares, but she couldn't remember what about. She just remembered waking up in the middle of the night feeling agitated. After that, things had been a hunky dory bout of blackness and nothing.
"This morning before waking I actually had some.. pretty wierd dreams," she said, with a shy smile, looking away and shaking her head before taking another bite of cereal.
Now that was an interesting expression to cross Rae's face. Shy? Fox couldn't help but be curious. "Anything you wanna talk about?" He kept munching on his cereal, slowly making his way to the bottom of the bowl.
She let out a soft snicker, spooning around. "Do you think dreams actually mean anything?"
He shrugged. "Some people do. I don't dream all that much. At least, not that I can remember. So I dunno."
"Wow, really?" she asked, sidetracked momentarily as she swallowed another bite. "You don't dream?"
Fox dug back into his own cereal. "I'm sure I do. I just don't remember anything when I wake up." That was a half lie. He had nightmares fairly frequently, but that wasn't something she needed to know.
"Huh," she said. "Well, I remember this dream... it was pretty fun." She smirked and looked over at him, slyly, her eyes obviously looking below his neck and up. "I blame the booze."
He finished his cereal rather quickly and set the bowl in the sink, rinsing it out. "Alright, now you've got me curious. What was it about?"
While he was busy washing the dishware, she said, "A sex dream.. about you."
He dropped the spoon into the sink, hearing it clatter loudly. Okay, that was not at all what he had expected to hear. Picking up the spoon and running water over it, he turned his attention to the bowl, giving himself time to think. The best he could come up with was, "Oh?"
Inside, Rae did a little tapdance.
"..Yeah," she said, quietly, watching him rinse the bowl out a second time. "And.. I kinda do believe in dreams."
Shutting off the water, he set the bowl and spoon aside, finally turning around. "Oh really?" Why wasn't his mind working?
Rae bit the inside of her lip to keep from snickering at his repeated "Oh?" Not so snarky now, angel? Her smile was false, but well played...crooked and sweet altogether. "Uh, yeah.. I mean.. I've been thinking about it all morning.. and you know... it was such a vivid dream...I believe the human mind has crazy fucking ways of communicating..." she looked away, down, and everywhere else, feigning shyness. Her wandering gaze passed over a calendar magnetically attached to the freezer. It was a tiny one, from a nearby pizza place. Perfect!
"And well.. I mean.. " she forced herself to look up at him, and was blushing. It was hard not to. She wasn't really sure where to go, or how much she could even manage to say, jest or not.
Okay, he really had no clue what to say to this. Normally, he'd grin, be all cocky and give a line. Something about making her dreams come true. But Rae had made it clear that she didn't want him like that. Was this her way of telling him different? Why did women have to be so confusing. "So let me get this straight. You had a sex dream, about me." He crossed his arms over his chest. "And what would you like to do about this dream of yours?"
Her brain started back pedaling wildly as her chest deflated, and she gripped the cereal bowl harder. Nooo you assface, just do this! It's so easy! It'll be HILARIOUS and he deserves it for being such a jerk! Did he? She blinked and looked at his crossed arms. What if he really likes me? This is kind of mean.
The cereal bowl was temporarily forgotten as she chuckled. "I..." she stammered, setting it down. She looked at him again and saw him standing there with crossed arms, asking her what he could 'do.' No, he didn't like her. Just horny. Which was what she wanted. She set the bowl down noisily on the counter and reached up to rub her temples. "I .. don't know, it was just so vivid," she said softly, taking slow steps closer to him. The kitchen seemed to close in on her, the counter to her left hip, the fridge to her right. "You were on top of me.. and we were in my room.. .and.. I was screaming.. " I'm going to vomit, I can't do this.
"I was screaming...." she paused, then, her face scarlet, and then gestured for him to lean in as she got up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.
Fox felt his stomach drop to the floor and his heart rise up to his throat. Rae had a sex dream about him. Why did he have the feeling that it wasn't exactly a good thing? She gestured to him and he leaned down, dropping so his ear was level with her mouth.
"I was screaming.." she raised one hand to his shoulder, which was cool and damp. A tingle ran down her arm, into her throat. She splayed her fingers, brushing his ear with the edge of her nose. "Fox.. " she spoke softly, urgently.."I want... I want..." her other arm, which had been stationary, slowly rose until her hand was moving parallel with the fridge. "I want you to... " her fingers pressed the calendar. "...Look at the calendar, and tell me what day it is."
Fox swallowed hard as she whispered his name in his ear, her breath soft and hot. Oh fuck this wasn't good. Wait, look at the calendar? Pulling back, he was a little confused and he turned his head to look at the magnet on the fridge. "Oh shit," he groaned, dropping his head to his chest.
She quickly stepped away with a high pitched giggle -- which was rather animated, for Rae -- and picked up her cereal before walking/skipping into the living room.
He stood there for a minute, leaning against the counter, his head in his chest as he came to terms with what just happened. Raising his eyes, his eyes flashed blue for a moment, and a grin crossed his face. "You're such a bitch, Rae," he laughed, pushing away from the counter and following her into the living room. "And you're so gonna pay."
She had already curled up on side of the couch, legs up, cereal at her chest, eating happily. She looked over to him with raised eyebrows. With no makeup on, she was cherubic.
"Mmm?"
Fox grinned wickedly, coming to stand behind the sofa. "You may wanna put that bowl down."
She craned her head up. "What? Why. No. Stop that." What was he planning? Fear crossed her eyes, but she did what he said anyway, because she wagered not putting the bowl down was going to make things worse.
Fox watched as she put the bowl down and leaned back against the sofa. After a moment and a grin, he attacked, tickling her sides with a vengeance.
She let out a holler of a shriek, then realized people were still sleeping, and swallowed it hard, smacking at his hand and twisting around while air and giggling tried to escape her. "Stop it!" she hissed, reaching up to thwap his head.
Fox let her flail and whack at him, but he didn't stop tickling, the laughter escaping his throat. "Oh no, it's payback time, Rae."
"No really stop it!" she said, in a tiny, mouse-like voice laced with giggling. She bucked her hips to get away from him, but to no avail. Finally she snatched at his wrists and tried prying them off her. "You can't do this!" she said raspily.
Fox grinned, laughing like a loon along with her, not caring about the noise they were making. It was time for everyone to get up anyways. "I can too. Watch." Her hands on his wrists didn't do much to stop him as he danced his fingers over her sides, down to her hips, across her stomach and back up.
"I'm.. going..." she gasped, "..to shift into something.. and bite you.."
"Promises, promises," he teased in a singsong voice, never stopping his tickling.
She grabbed his wrists and managed to pry them away and pull, hard, trying to force his solar plexus into the back of the sofa he was leaning over.
Just then, Jack appeared downstairs in PJ pants and not much else. It was the beginning of his Shirtless Era; an era that would probably continue all week, or until somewhat complained. He paused a the bottom of the stairs, then did an army style turn toward the kitchen, and marched forward.
Fox was being pulled over the sofa, and he didn't mind it so much, he slid over and wrapped his arms around Rae, leaving his still slightly damp chest against her. "I've got you now. You're trapped." With his arms crossed over her, his fingers were in the right place to tickle again. He wiggled them experimentally.
Jack was making himself a sandwich -- cereal? screw cereal! -- despite visions of Fox on top of his sister in his head. He didn't even know what had him annoyed. "SO MUCH FOR BEING HUNGRY," he called, his head inside the pantry.
Rae had not seen Jack, but now she certainly heard him. Panic crossed her features and her smile was gone. "Get off me," she said, pushing with whatever space her arms had. "Off" she repeated, a little nastier, turning her face away from him.
Fox hadn't noticed Jack either and he quickly released Rae, setting himself upright on the other side of the sofa. "Um. I think I'm gonna go grab a shower." Picking up the towel that had fallen to the floor, he started backing up to the stairs.
Jack didn't look at Fox as the blond angel passed the kitchen on the way up the stairs. He piled his sandwich and chips onto a paper plate and trotted barefoot into the living room.
Rae watched him motionless except for her eyes. "Hey."
"Hey."
"Uhm... I had played an April Fool's joke on him, and uh, he was just being an ass and tickling me. We weren't doing anything retarded."
Jack's jaw was set, and he grabbed the remote and turned the television on. "Riiiight. Look, if you like the guy, just fucking out with it. But don't fucking LIE to me," he snarled, turning toward her with a furrowed brow and flashing eyes. "It's so fucking ridiculous. I'd expect better of you. I mean, seriously, Rae, grow the FUCK up."
Rae blinked, her stomach knotting, and felt her throat close up. "What the fuck, Jack, I just --- " she stopped when she saw Jack's angry expression melt into a grin. A bit fat grin.
Her brother shrugged massive shoulders up to his ears. "April Fooooool's."
"I HATE YOU!" she shrieked, laughing now, and punched Jack's shoulder, hard. A few potato chips flew off his plate onto his lap and the couch. Jack began picking them up one by one and eating them. He didn't waste food. "Hahaha. No, but, seriously...... you like this fool?" he seemed dubious.
Rae sucked in a breath, watching Jack eat off a couch he'd only known for a day or so, and bit her lip. What was the answer to that? She liked him, sure. He was not a bad person, just kind of a jerk. He'd cut open his own arm to save hers. He'd half-carried her stupified ass to the Infirmary. She'd played a mean trick on him, and he took it like a champ. He had a good sense of humor. And.. good abs. She blinked again, then looked away. "Eeeggggh," she said, which was usual for her -- to make sounds that meant nothing or everything altogether.
Jack munched on his sandwich happily, smirking, watching her grow uncomfortable under his giddy gaze. "Uh oh!" he said, around a mouthful of sandwich and chips together, before he started watching television with her.