Cecilia Vallario (cissysaidso) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-05-08 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | cissy, jonah, wesley |
Friday- 11/2/07
Who: Cissy, Jonah and Wesley
When: Friday Morning
Where: Jonah's apartment
What: Cissy is having a bad day and needs a little attention.
Rated: NSFW
Spending the night before with Fisher had been.. well, a good and a bad thing rolled all into one. It had been good because it had given Cissy a chance to vent, to get out all of her frustrations once and for all, well, sort of, and just feel a bit lighter because of it. But it was bad because, in her venting, she had discovered, thanks to Fisher, just how fucked up she really was right now. And not only that, but she finally realized something that had been staring her in the face for ages. She was completely and madly in love with Simon Curtis, the boy who that she had driven to the point of breaking up with her just a few days ago.
She had really fucked up. And now she was paying for it. And she had no idea how to fix what she had broken. Everything just felt completely and totally hopeless.
Cissy didn't want to be alone. She was just so.. blech. And Fisher wasn't even awake just yet. So she had left him a note thanking him for a nice night and had gone back to her room to kill some time online since it was still hours before she had to be ready for class and... There was Jonah. One thing led to another and before she could even give it much thought, she was bundled up in a pair of jeans, her Timberland boots, a cream colored cashmere sweater, and her pink, fur-lined Parka, and headed towards his apartment.
It was early enough in the morning that the sun wasn't entirely up and the air was still quite chilly and the dew was still thick upon the ground. But that was a good thing. That made it less likely that anyone would see her. It also meant that they would have a few hours to do... whatever it was they ended up doing before either of them had to be at class. And maybe he'd be nice and make her some breakfast. He'd said once that he was quite a good cook, and though she rarely ate breakfast, maybe something on her stomach would make her feel better at least.
Cautious not to draw any attention to her were there other morning birds in the building, Cissy knocked very quietly upon the door to Jonah's apartment. He was expecting her. She was sure he would be listening. She stuffed her hands into her pockets, her cheeks a bit flushed from the cold air that seemed to burn right through her today for some reason or another, and she waited, counting the seconds as they went by inside of her head. She could hear him on his way to the door.
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All Jonah knew about this little visit was that Celia needed it - and if Celia needed it then he would do his best to accomodate her. He'd already been boiling the milk, mixing the cocoa. Oh yes he was a perfect chef. He'd set out some things she might like for breakfast should the mood strike her - and as he didn't know what kind of food she liked he put out pretty much everything that could be considered breakfast.
The radio was on low in the background as he listened to the morning news. Boring. Some lawyer losing a case, health food was being thrown down people's throats, yadda yadda. The weather said nothing that he didn't know already and just as Jonah was getting a bit angsty as to whether Celia was going to come after all, he felt her enter the staff building.
When she knocked at the door he was already on his way because he felt her outside his apartment. Opening it, he greeted her with a warm but kind of groggy smile, stepping back for her to enter.
"Welcome to chez Beetlejuice. If you would like to raid the kitchen the cocoa's being made right now. I also have some stuff that you might want if you're hungry. I haven't eaten yet." He would have given her a hug but his hands were a bit sticky from squeezing oranges for his own juice. "You okay?"
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The smile was cute. It was sweet and sincere and.. he looked so terribly sleepy. It was enough to make her want to lean up and press a kiss to his lips but she would save that at least until she was inside the door. She moved into the place so the door could be closed behind her, shivering a little as her body adjusted to the warmth of his apartment.
"No, I haven't eaten yet." She said softly, and then smiled when he asked if she was okay. That was when she gave in to her initial thought, her initial desire, and leaned up to press a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. "You taste like oranges." She remarked as she pulled away, a shy smile gracing her lips.
"I'm okay." She finally answered, her focus moving towards taking off her coat. "I just.. had a rough night last night. Stayed over with a friend and.. we talked." She wasn't sure how much detail she should or would go into about that. "And I'm really cold for some reason." That part concerned her. "I usually don't ever get cold." Especially when the temperature wasn't even down below freezing.
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"You taste of Celia," he replied, smiling. Once she was inside he shut the door, not bothering to bolt it. It might have been weird of him to say it but he didn't care - she needed to be treated today. He'd listen to whatever she had to say with an open mind, generally just... being there for her. But at the same time he had to eat.
"Well I'll rustle something warm up for us - I have some hash browns and bacon and eggs... and I have your cocoa almost done for you. Here you go," he said, handing her a mug. The second he'd felt her enter the building he'd poured it out. "You can add sugar if you want. It's over here. And just... okay," he said, obviously going to set ground rules or something. "I know you've had a shitty night. But you should know you don't have to tell me. I'm a friend. I won't mind if you just wanna sit down, watch TV, moan about the weather, eat my shit and go, whatver... if you wanna talk about it, that's cool too. But just know I'm here to listen and not to judge, okay?"
He wanted to make her feel better and hoped his assurances helped, then went to switch on the hobs. "So - what do you want?"
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That remark was enough to get a smile out of her, something she had almost felt like she was never going to do again when she had left Fisher's room this morning. But he was being so sweet and so wonderful and she was glad that she had found him even if she knew she had only set up the date with him the first time around as a means to distract herself. And that was probably the case the second time too but today wasn't about distraction just... She knew she could come here and that he would be wonderful and sweet and she would feel better when she left.
"Thank you." Cissy said, taking the mug from him and glancing over where he had indicated that the sugar was. She took a sip to taste and decided it was sweet enough. And warm. She liked that it was warm. She felt like she may never be warm again. But it seemed to spread from her tummy outwards the more she drank and the longer she held the mug in her hands.
"That sounds good. Food. What you said. I could eat. I'm hungry." And she actually was. Which she was doing much better about that here lately too, in spite of the fact that she had been so very stressed out. Ugh. She needed to not think about it, but all she could do was think.
"Wait," Cissy said, placing the mug of cocoa down upon the nearest table so that her hands would be free. "Before you go off cooking, could you maybe just sit with me for a bit?"
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He was glad she didn't take the comment weirdly and think he was hitting on her, as some women of his past had assumed. He was just about to turn on the grill when Celia asked him to stop and he switched it off. He could do sitting. To be honest he was kinda still tired and he'd like to just go over and relax a bit. Be even better with a hot girl next to him.
"Sure." He smiled at her, grabbing his mug of cocoa and heading towards the sofa. "Here good? Or do you just wanna sit at the table..." He didn't want to assume anything like what this sitting meant.. but then Wes would tell him off for over analysing and Jonah just went to sit on the sofa. It was comfier there.
"You okay?"
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"Sofa would be great." Cissy assured him, picking up her mug and moving into the living room with him. She placed her mug of cocoa down on the coffee table as he got himself seated, and then she moved to take a seat as well, but on his lap, straddling him, rather than on the couch beside him. She didn't ask permission first, but she was fairly certain he wouldn't mind. He never had before, of course, they were always naked in this position most of the time.
"No." She replied, an honest answer, as she slipped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek against his chest. "But if you hold me for a while, I'm sure I'll feel much better." It was always nice being held, and he had such wonderful arms for it. He was like a giant living teddy bear, only better. "Have you missed me?" She asked. It had been a few days since he had seen her.
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Jonah accepted her position, sliding his arms around her as he held her close in a tight hug. If she'd told him he was a living teddy bear he would have laughed. He stroked her back a little, only reassuringly. With a soft sigh he then chuckled, low in his chest as she got herself comfortable.
"Actually - I have. I've missed your downright cheek," he answered. Celia was fun. And nice to hold, so this was really enjoyable for him without it being too sexy. It was just - nice. Comfortable. And on some level, it was what Jonah had been needing for a while too without realising it. Just to be held on the sofa, friends or otherwise. "Don't really think you'll have missed me with your life and all..."
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A smile managed to form upon Cissy's cheek in spite of her downright sullen mood when he admitted that he had missed her cheek. "Good. I'd be sad if you hadn't." She liked to be the center of people's attention. She enjoyed being missed. And this right here was exactly what she needed. Just to be held. And Jonah was the perfect person for the job.
"If I hadn't, do you think I'd be here now?" She asked, pulling away enough so that she could look at him with those big blue eyes of hers. "Of course I missed you." She smiled and then settled back against him once more. "This is nice. Thank you for having me over."
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"If you hadn't I wouldn't imagine you'd care if you were over here," he answered honestly, stroking her hair now. They were not going to get into this romantic missing thing, not if he was to keep his wits about him. Friends with benefits always ended. He didn't want to become attached... though Wesley seemed to think he already was.
"Anytime Celia and I mean that..." he told her, smiling into her hair. "Gets lonely here in grown up land."
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Cissy felt inclined to be honest. Usually she just buried things deep down and never said anything to anyone about them. People always got hurt that way and... she didn't want to hurt Jonah. He was far too... Well she just didn't want to hurt him, or anyone, ever again.
"I'm still in love with him." Cissy whispered, almost scared to say it, almost scared of how he would react. "The boy that I just.. that I was with before. I didn't think that I was but..." She groaned. "Ugh. I am and... I fuck up everything that I touch." She laughed softly. "You should probably know that before.." Before what, she didn't know, she just felt like she should warn him.
"Just promise that you won't get too close to me, okay?" Cissy asked, pulling away so that she could look at him. "And if.. if you ever start to feel like maybe you are then... then just tell me, okay, so that we can.. I dunno.. fix it?"
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Jonah said nothing, simply stroked her hair and placed a small kiss to her head. His eyes were staring forward until she pulled away to look at him, where he couldn't hide. He forced his expression to remain friendly and he smiled. "I'll tell you. For now you don't have to worry, though."
The tone of his voice was soothing and he left that hang in the air - there was a moment of thought until he heard something turning the lock, then his door bursting open to reveal his brother, notoriously baggy trousers and a tight sweater, hair mussed up with his specs on. He was holding a magazine, staring at an article and not realising Jonah had company.
"You really need to lock that door, I want to test if my lock picking skills still work - I'm here for breakfast, by the way, my cupboards are bare and I really cannot be assed to go into the city to... helllooooo.." Wesley had raised his head to see the sight on the sofa and a smirk crossed his lips. "Am I interrupting something that's worthwhile staying in on?"
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"Good." Clearly she was relieved. And she seemed a lot less stressed now than she was when she had first walked into his apartment that morning. "I wouldn't want to hurt you." She said softly, then smiled a little. "I don't ever want to hurt anyone that I care about ever again." Yes, an admission of care though Blake would have her to believe that it was more than that, and maybe he wouldn't be wrong. Cissy was still just so confused about everything right now.
And as if she wasn't confused enough, she had decided that she was going to kiss him. She wanted to kiss him. And she had reached up to touch his face, fingers stroking lightly down the line of his jaw when she too heard the door open and she glanced over her shoulder in a near panic that they'd been caught.
Wesley. It must have been Wesley. She relaxed a little, but that had still killed the moment completely, which was probably a good thing, and she moved off of Jonah's lap and took a seat on the sofa beside him. She smiled and then waved at him, glancing to Jonah to answer that question as it was probably best that she kept her mouth shut in that regard.
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Jonah stared at his brother, glaring at him. Wesley just stood there, smirking at them both like he knew something nobody else did. Which was probably true, actually... "No. And even if you were, we wouldn't continue." Jonah was pissed off. She'd been about to kiss him and now HE had turned up and Jonah stood from the sofa, striding to the kitchen.
Knowing he'd set his brother in a mood, Wesley revelled in his victory and then went to throw himself next to Cissy - but he ended up slinking beside her, hand leaning on the back as he sidled in close on the cushions. "Wesley Macintyre. We met on journals," he smiled, extending a hand to the hot blonde he was now going to flirt rotten with. "Though I must say you're much more sexual than Jonah's epic description allowed..."
"Stop it," Jonah warned, brewing up a coffee for his brother despite his unwanted presence. Wesley didn't pay him any attention, but brought her hand up to his lips to place a kiss on the back of her skin, not breaking eye contact and clearly enjoying this, leaving Jonah to add, "I'm gonna throw a ladel at you, dude...!"
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If there was one thing that could stroke a girl's ego, especially a girl like Cissy, and make her feel better, it was having two men, both of whom were quite attractive, arguing over her. She hated to see Jonah pissed off, sure, but the fact that he was pissed because Wesley was flirting with her, and interrupted them of course, made her inwardly giggle.
"We did. Yes. And thank you.. I think." She arched a brow slightly and then smiled, scooting just a bit to put a tad bit of space between them just because she didn't want Jonah to get angry with her of course.
A glance was shot in his direction as he spoke and then she looked back over at Wesley who had taken hold of her hand and had locked his eyes with her own. A smile curled her lips as he kissed her hand, though it broke out into a large grin when Jonah threatened bodily harm.
"I think I could eat breakfast now." She said, then looked over at Jonah. "Will you still cook for me?" She could be impossibly cute when she wanted to be, like now, looking at him with those pouty lips of hers. "Jonah made cocoa if you want some." She turned her attention back to Wesley now. "It's quite good. Creamy and sweet." No! She wasn't participating in this whole flirting thing at all!
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Wesley smirked at Cissy's response. Creamy and sweet huh? "I bet you are..." he purred, just low enough for Cissy to hear, but then he wanted to have his fun with Jonah. "Cocoa?" He said loudly, almost hurt and he put on his best puppy face. Jonah groaned. "You made cocoa and didn't invite me?!"
"I'm making you a coffee..."
"Fuck coffee, I want cocoa..."
"Wesley..."
Wes had already abandoned Cissy and crossed over to the kitchen, grabbing a mug and infiltrating Jonah's personal space effortlessly. Shaking his head in defeat, Jonah moved around and looked at Cissy. "I will make you breakfast now."
"And me."
"Shut up."
Wesley grinned as Jonah began to rev up the oven. Shut up was Jonah's way of saying Wes had already won or that he was already doing it. He loved the fact he knew what Jonah's littlest tics meant. Eggs were being fried, bread was being toasted, bacon was being cooked and Jonah shot Cissy a rather apologetic look as if he was sure she'd hate Wesley being here and interrupting their quiet time. But then again Wes had this infectious way about him that might please her rather than think of him as an annoyance.
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Cissy had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from giggling so loudly that Jonah would have heard and would have known that Wesley had said something inappropriate to her. "Wouldn't you like to know..." She replied, giving him a wink before she reached to grab her cup of cocoa and have another sip. Coming here was a good idea. She was feeling better already.
The smell of food was enough to make her tummy growl, realizing that she hadn't eaten for days now. How many, she wasn't sure exactly. But it had been enough that the mere smell made her feel simultaneaously sick and absolutely famished.
The two of them interacting was cute. And she gave Jonah a look in return that showed him that she didn't really mind. She was learning something new about him. He was a father figure to his brother, or at the very least he behaved towards him like a parent. He had mentioned that his folks had gotten divorced too. Wesley must have still been rather young when it happened.
After a few minutes of simply watching, Cissy pushed herself up to her feet and walked into the kitchen. "Can I help with anything?" She asked, sliding her hand around Jonah's waist and then down over his ass as she walked by him to stand on the other side. "Or should I just stand here and look pretty?"
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Wesley had been eighteen when the rents got divorced. He'd been exceptionally close to his mother, and that she was the one to leave the home had hit him hard. His father hadn't had time for him, hence the drugs came into play - and then Jonah had had to wean him off to stop him spiralling down, so yeah - Jonah was more like a mother than anything to Wesley and they would never admit it but they'd be lost without each other. They hadn't lived together in years, not even near each other... and now...
"Where's the sugar?"
"Over there behind the coffee jar."
"...it is not here."
"Yes it is."
"No it's not..."
"LOOK for it, with your eyes..."
"I am telling you it's not....oh yeah here it is..."
Jonah rolled his eyes to no-one and flipped the bacon over. Wesley completely took over wherever he was and Jonah had to just calm down and shut the hell up. But when Cissy slid a hand around his waist, then slid it down Jonah visibly shuddered and smirked. She had a knack for making him feel better. "Stand there and look pretty, darlin'. You're damn good at it."
Glancing over at them, Wesley sucked some sugar off his finger. "While you're at it, can you stroke my ass?"
"Out."
Jonah threw a garlic clove at Wesley's head and he had to run out of the kitchen.
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There was no way that anyone could ever mistake the two of them for not being siblings. They reminded her of being at her uncle's house in Chicago, hanging out with her cousins. They were all really close to one another and it had always made her sad that she didn't have any brothers or sisters. It would be nice to be close to someone, someone that was family, to have someone to turn to when she had days like the last few days had been.
The visible shudder made her smirk but then Wesley came out with what he came out with and she had to laugh out loud. "Uhm.. I don't think so." She replied, but already Jonah was running him out of the kitchen which meant they could pick up, at least for a moment, where they had left off.
Cissy slid her body in between Jonah and the counter and hook her arms around his neck to tug him down to her. She pressed a soft yet deep kiss upon his lips, the kind that sent a shiver up her spine and made her moan softly against his lips. Fingers stroked through his hair and against the back of his neck before she pulled away. "I like him." Wesley, that is. She smiled as she added, "But I like you more." He looked as though he could use a little reassurance.
Moving away from him, she went to refill her mug of cocoa, leaning back against the counter to sip at the pipping hot liquid once she was done. "Smells good, by the way." She wouldn't tell him that she hadn't eaten for days. She didn't want him to worry about that. It wouldn't become a habit again.
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The kiss was appreciated, as were her words. Jonah returned it gladly, humming against her mouth and tangling his arms around her. Once she broke away he grinned. "You know, for someone who doesn't want people to fall in love with you, you do a damn good job of persuading them to do the opposite." Just an observation, but it had to be said.
"I'm glad. That you like him, and that you like me better. AND... that you find this smell delicious, cause I'm gonna do my good old razzmataz to it."
He couldn't resist. Jonah ran a hand down Cissy's ass, giving it a squeeze before he returned to the stove. Wesley popped his head around the door. "Do you have orange juice? I'm kinda... in the mood." He went to the fridge to find some, then grabbed a glass. Before he left he added - "By the way, don't do you razzmataz to the bacon again it gives me heartburn."
The look Jonah gave the back of Wesley's head could have killed him, but Wesley left oblivious.
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The observation obviously concerned her a little as a small frown pursed her lips. "I'm sorry. Should I not.. be affectionate?" She was a naturally affectionate person. She expressed herself through touch and kiss and maybe that was a bad idea but... she didn't know how else to really relate to people.
The fact that he said he was glad that she had said that made her relax just a little. And then she arched a brow slightly as he mentioned his razzmatazz. "And what is that, exactly?"
Jonah had no time to answer that question before Wesley was poking his head in to ask about Orange Juice. And then he mentioned it, which really made her curious.
"Do you think he was listening to us?" She asked once Wesley was out of the room. And then she smirked wickedly as she whispered, "We should totally screw with his head."
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"No, I'm not saying that," Jonah said. "I'm just saying... it's... never mind." Wesley provided a rather good distraction despite him annoying the fuck out of his brother in the process. Breathing deep to calm himself, Jonah continued to cook. But he didn't actually tell her what that razmatazz was - instead he focused on her other question, which was far too good to pass up.
"I know he was," he whispered. "And screwing with his head is fine by me..." He gave her a wink, then said quite loudly but fully naturally...
"By the way, Celia... I really enjoyed the other night you know - your birthday. Don't think I've... as much in a long time..."
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Cissy wanted to know what he meant by that, but right now was probably not the time to discuss it, not with Wesley so clearly listening in on their conversation. So she let it drop, but she would remember it for later and she would find out what he had meant when he said that, exactly.
The smirk upon her lips only grew that much more when he said that he was perfectly okay with messing with Wesley. And then he said what he said and she nearly busted up laughing.
"I know what you mean." She replied, loud enough for him to hear it but not so loud it sounded abnormal. "Like seriously, Jonah, you were so..." She let out a soft moan, grinning as she looked at him. "Just thinking about it makes me want to beg you to shove me down right here on this table and do it all over again." Just because they were messing with Wesley's head didn't mean she wasn't being honest, cause she most definitely was.
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Jonah felt himself actually blushing as Celia began to tell him that. The little moan she did was enough to turn HIM on let alone his brother. With a quiet chuckle he shook his heaad, enjoying their teasing but at the same time. "I tell you... those legs wrapped around me? The way you angle yourself... so I hit that spot every time...." Jonah hissed through his teeth. "Damn girl. Just - damn. Take off your clothes and we'll have a quickie before breakfast..."
Just as Jonah had expected, Wesley skidded into the kitchen. Then on seeing the two of them fully dressed and grinning he frowned and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl, pointing it at them as he left. "You are both - BOTH - evil to me."
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The more that he spoke, the more that Cissy started to wonder who exactly they were trying to torment. If he had been serious in the least, she would have undressed right then and there and he could have had her right on the counter, the table, where ever he wanted her. The two of them talking about it definitely made her a bit randy but, unfortunately, Wesley was still there.
When he came running into the kitchen like a puppy who had heard the treat bag rattled, Cissy busted up laughing, sticking her tongue out at him as he ran back into the living room, banana in hand. The man apparently liked to eat. Cocoa, orange juice, a banana, and he was still waiting on breakfast. It was a wonder that he wasn't the size of a house!
"So that kind of backfired." Cissy remarked, finishing off her cup of cocoa and putting the mug into the sink to rinse it off. "Cause I am totally turned on right now." She didn't say this loud enough that Wesley would have heard it, unless he had his ear pressed to the wall between them or something, listening through his orange juice glass. For some reason or another, she could almost picture that.
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Wesley had a fast metabolism. That, and he didn't eat lunch, and only had dinner at something like eight o clock at night. He liked to fill up in the morning. Saved him faffing around trying to find a meal in the middle of the day when he should be working.
Jonah had gone back to the stove laughing - but then he heard Cissy's little admission and he almost broke the handle of the frying pan. Clearing his throat, he glanced over his shoulder. "You're not the only one." His voice was low, his smile broadened, then he chuckled and went back to making dinner. "Maybe as soon as I get Wesley out of my place we can actually do what we want in here..."
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"Only if you promise to bend me over the counter." Cissy retorted, and then laughed a little as she tugged on her lower lip with her teeth. "We both have class, Jonah." It was early still, but by the time they ate and managed to run his brother off, it would probably be just about that time, unfortunately. But maybe if they were quick. And he could always cancel his first class of the day and she could possibly skip that one. It was tempting. Definitely.
"Where are your plates? I'm going to set the table." After he told her where to find them, she did just that, having him direct her towards the silverware afterwards. "How do you take your coffee?" She would fix him a mug, and by the time the food was ready, the table would be ready for it so they could get the whole eating thing out of the way.
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"Yeah we both have class, and Wesley has to get to the infirmary before we do, so..." he shot her a grin, a wink, and then added. "I so promise..."
Whilst Celia set the table, Jonah set about dishing up. Three plates were piled high - two more than the other, which would be Wesley's plate - but he had to make sure the bacon was just right before doing that. "Little bit of milk, three sugars, please," he answered. Wesley came back in the kitchen.
"Smells good. Looks good too." He glanced at Celia, smiling. "So does the breakfast."
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"How convenient." Cissy replied, unable to wipe the smile from her face which was much better than the state she had arrived here in. Jonah had this way about him that always seemed to make her feel better. And of course who could be upset with Wesley around. The guy was a trip, really. And Jonah's promise made her giggle a little and even blush as she went about getting the table ready.
Grabbing the milk from the fridge, Wesley's remark was met with a grin and an eye roll before she poured Jonah's coffee for him and a glass of juice for herself. She then took a seat at the table to wait as it was nearly done, her stomach giving a little rumble in anticipation. It really had been too long since she had eaten.
"Thank you." Cissy would say once her plate was placed down before her. And she would lean in to smell it before she ever took the first bite. There was a lot of food on her plate. She would notice that right off as well. And she would have her doubts that she could eat it all, but she was definitely going to try. It'd be rude not to after Jonah had spent so much time making it. "This is good." Those words would be prompted by the first bite. He hadn't been lying about being a good cook.
"You know, I can't remember the last time I sat down at a table and ate a meal." It had to have been years at least. Her parents didn't even live together, and when they were together, things were just... awkward. And now they were getting divorced and... It had to have been at her Uncle Slick's house the last time she had done this.
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Everything done, the three sat at the table and began to eat. Wesley, for once, was silence for three minutes as he shovelled it down with little decorum. Jonah on the other hand was neat and ate it like a gentleman. Food was to be savoured, not eaten like a pig at a trough. Something Wesley didn't seem to realise.
"Really?... where do you eat?" was Wesley's little question. But then he interrupted himself. "I mean the last time I was at a dinner table with more than me and Jonah it was what, like... seven years ago or something when Heather, my ex wife, was still around. And you had Jennifer, right?... and then we were all together at this dinner table and it was so nice. She divorced me a week later, though that's how I remember that. Dining has been much better since then, no... arguments or anything. I ate on my lap for years."
Jonah shook his head. "Which is bad for digestion. As a nurse, you suck at knowlege."
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Cissy ate like she was hungry, but she also didn't eat too fast. She didn't want to make herself sick. And she couldn't eat a lot of it. Her stomach wasn't used to large meals. She wasn't really used to eating much other than fruits and vegetables, truth be told, so this was a lot heavier than what she normally ate.
"I, uhm.." Don't? "In the dining hall, normally, but that's not the same." And there was the time she had breakfast in Ric's office, at his desk. "You were married?" She hadn't know that, and then she glanced over at Jonah. "Jennifer's Archer's mother?" She asked. He had never told her the woman's name, but then again, she had never bothered to ask. She didn't need to know much about her, only that she wasn't around. "It was probably last Christmas for me. At my uncle's house."
Her stomach was starting to hurt from being full and she looked down at her plate which looked like she had barely even touched it. But she had eaten more just then then she normally did and there was no way she could eat the rest. "I'm sorry. I can't eat anymore." She looked at Jonah apologetically. "It's really good though." And the human trash compactor would probably finish it so it wouldn't go to waste.
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Wesley chuckled. Every time he said he'd been married he was met by a look of surprise or a repeat of his statement. Usually both actually. "Yeah married when I was twenty-eight. I'd known her a year. Jonah here said it'd end in disaster but you know, it just... it was a stupid thing, a stupid trivial thing..."
"You were caught in bed with a woman and a guy. I'd fucking divorce you." Jonah's stern interruption made Wesley glare at him, but only for a second. He hadn't finished eating. At Cissy's other question though, Jonah nodded, mouthful of food. There wasn't much else that needed to be said, plus Wesley was starting to talk again as soon as Celia told him about Christmas.
"I remember once, at our Uncle Fester's... well, I named him that... I had to eat on the couch because they hadn't thought I'd be coming over for dinner and there wasn't enough space for me. It sucked." He seemed sad about it, but it obviously wasn't bothering him to the point of stopping. Jonah looked a little sad and also curious that Celia couldn't eat any more, but before he could say anything about it Wesley had grabbed her plate and brought it infront of him.
"I'll eat it."
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Wesley didn't seem like the marrying type. And really, the woman, Heather, had to be out of her mind to marry him to begin with. He just screamed of, well, she wasn't sure what he screamed of, but he didn't scream of husband material, that much was for sure.
Her eyes grew wide and she glanced between the two when Jonah chimed in to say why she had divorced him. "Wesley!" Cissy said, and then shook her head. "That's horrible! I wouldn't have divorced you, I would have castrated you." She giggled.
"My uncle's nice. He practically raised me when I was a little girl. But my cousin, Frankie, and I..." She shrugged her shoulders a little. "We don't exactly get along. I mean we're trying. We're both here and we talk and we've been... doing a lot better but..." She sighed and rolled her eyes. "There was this guy, a firefighter, like my uncle, who Frankie had this huge crush on and..." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "She walked in on the two of us." She wouldn't go into further details than that.
"Of course you will." Cissy said, and laughed a little. She reached for her glass of juice and finished that off and by that time, she was simply miserable. She had really eaten way too much. But Jonah was giving her this look and she had a feeling he would argue that statement if she said anything so she didn't say anything at all.
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"If you'd castrated me you'd be denying the world a better pleasure." Wesley was modest. Oh yes. Jonah was left to roll his eyes at him as he continued to eat, choosing to ignore Celia's decision to stop eating. He'd ask her about it later, when Wesley was gone. Really he had ten minutes to go back up to his place get changed and go.
The brothers listened to Celia. Jonah shook his head, remembering that Kindle had said something about this Frankie girl, and then Wesley chimed up again, laughing heartily. "Been there, done that. Firefighters are hot."
He looked at her, smiled and gave her a nod as if he was approving of her choice of activities. Jonah winced. "Please... can you not talk about any of your sexual activities at the table? They don't come more sordid than yours."
Wesley sniggered. "Oh God like you're a prude?" He fixed Cissy with a Look. "The things I could tell you about this guy..."
"Wesley don't - if you value your life, do not finish that thought."
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"Oh, wow. Someone's having an ego trip." Cissy replied, rolling her eyes as she laughed as well, a quick glance over at Jonah just to see his response. He was so cute. So quiet. He made her laugh by not doing or saying much of anything at all.
"Lucas was not hot." Cissy retorted. "He was... a huge mistake." That was the only way to word it really. He'd wrecked her family. He'd made her feel like.. like she wasn't really worth anything. If she could go back and undo one thing and one thing only, Lucas would be that thing.
A brow arched sharply as she glanced between the two men. "Oh really?" She asked, a smirk dancing upon her lips. "We'll talk later." She whispered to Wesley, then giggled over at Jonah who was giving him that stern look of his.
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"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Jonah prompted him. It was met by a look of confusion from Wesley, a blink - then he glanced at his watch and leapt from his seat.
"Shit! Yeah. I gotta be at work... Nice to meet you, Celia," he said quickly, bounding around the table to press a soft, chaste kiss against her cheek. Which was rather tame for him. Passing Jonah he grabbed his brother's last piece of toast and stuffed it in his mouth, running out of the kitchen and through the door.
"HEY!... that's... don't forget dinner!" Jonah yelled, but a moment later his front door banged shut. Peace. Calm. Quiet. At last Jonah sighed, relaxed into his chair. He grinned at Celia. "And now the storm has passed..."
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Wesley really was too much. She couldn't imagine having grown up with a brother like him. Actually, she would have liked to. He would have been a lot of fun to have around and, well, she had a feeling that beneath all of that, he was probably fiercely loyal and he wouldn't have let anyone mess with her, wouldn't have let the men that had come in and out of her life over the years gotten away with the things that they did.
"It was nice to meet you too, Wesley." Celia said, a smile gracing her lips in response to the chaste kiss upon her cheek. He was sweet in his own way. She laughed once he was gone and her focus turned back to Jonah, watching him as he visible relaxed in his seat. "He's.. interesting." She said, and then inhaled and exhaled a deep breath.
Her gaze shifted over to rest upon Jonah for a moment, a soft smile curling her lips. "I want to kiss you." She announced, and then smiled a bit brighter, her cheeks flushing slightly pink. "How long until you have to go?"
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"He's tiring." But Jonah obviously cared about him. Wesley hadn't always been like this. In the past fifteen or so years, Wes had begun to change due to his drugs and his vices and his shitty life... when they'd been growing up Wesley was even more quiet and well-mannered than Jonah. Hard to imagine, now he was all over the place and jumping into bed with anyone he wanted.
When Celia said she wanted to kiss him Jonah smiled knowingly. "I have half an hour. I'm already as clean as I'm gonna get and I don't need to dress up special..." he tilted his head to one side and then leant towards her. "Why? Did you have plans?"
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"I can see that." He was high maintenance, just like her. She could be exhausting too and she knew it. Maybe that was why she could never seem to keep someone around for very long. She started to get attached, she got demanding. She was trying her best not to get that way with him now.
A slow smile spread across her lips as he leaned towards her. "Maybe." She replied, and then laughed a little as she closed the distance between them and pressed a kiss against his lips. She moaned softly into the kiss, her hand coming up to stroke down his cheek before coming to rest upon his chest.
"Let's take a shower together." Celia whispered when she finally broke the kiss. In light of the timing, it would probably be best to skip the kitchen for now. "That way, you'll still be clean afterwards." Things definitely had the potential to get messy otherwise.
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Jonah appreciated the kiss, humming into it. Her lips were soft and very addictive. In the quiet of the kitchen the moment beteween them was nice, precious... and her hand was already inciting things within him so that he wanted to run out of the room right now at her idea.
Making a noise of agreement, he licked his lips as he smiled at her. "That sounds fantastic. Let me show you in..." Jonah stood, meandered out of the kitchen like he was just going to wash his hands. However he stopped, waited for Celia to catch up and grabbed her fingers with his, leading her towards the bathroom. The second they were inside Jonah leant down and began to press kisses to her mouth and neck. Remembering her words from earlier, their teasing conversation, only made him more eager to get her naked and under the hot water.
"You're fucking sexy," he growled at her, hands roaming around her body. "I want you so bad..."
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In that moment, she sort of understood what it was he had meant earlier when he had said what he had said just before Wesley had arrived. And in that moment, she didn't even care. Well, she cared that she could potentially hurt him, but she didn't care if things were to get... more complicated. It felt like things already were.
A smirk graced her lips as he stood up and strolled off like he was just going to a walk in the part or something. She pushed herself up to her feet and ran the few steps it took to catch up with him, her fingers lacing with his own as he led the way to the bathroom. The layout was exactly the same here as it was in Ric's apartment. She knew how to get there. But of course she didn't say anything about any of that.
Her hands roamed up his arms, over his shoulders, along his neck, as he kissed her lips, kissed her neck, and made her shiver softly. His hands were all over her, inciting in her that familiar sensation of want that radiated from the core of her being outward.
"You're sexy." She countered, and then slipped her hands down to the bottom of his shirt, tugging it upwards. "Get undressed." She suggested. "I like my water nice and hot." She took a step back so that she could do the same, slipping her sweater up and off over her head, her jeans following suit shortly after, and the rest, until she was completely undressed.
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Jonah turned the shower on after his shirt was removed. He liked hot showers too but knew it took around a minute to get to that temperature. Belt was unbuckled, jeans shugged off, kicked over across the floor. Boxers followed to the same fate. When both of them were naked, Jonah just grinned, closed the distance and caught her in a fierce embrace, kissing her like her life depened on him doing so.
It was nice, with the steam of the shower floating out of the screen and making their bodies warmer, They'd never actually done this - taken the time to feel each other naked. They always undressed during, hardly ever before... it was nice for Jonah to fully feel her up close, stroke her soft skin, no barriers between them.
Humming in the pleasure that was her mouth, Jonah finally broke away. "After you," he said quietly, a smirk playing with his mouth, and he stepped back to he could watch her get in the shower - and most importantly, get wet.
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Cissy was done undressing before he was, and she took that time to simply watch him, enjoying every bit of him as it was exposed. He was such an incredibly sexy man. His body was just... God. And she wanted to touch him everywhere, to kiss him everywhere. And she liked his scars. She wasn't sure why she liked them, but she liked them. Maybe because they meant that he had really taken the time to live his life.
A bright smile graced her lips as he quickly closed the distance between them and was soon melted into nothing as his lips found her own. She moaned, pressing the curves of her naked body against the hard lines of his own, her hands dancing across his back, his shoulders, his neck, anything and everything that she could reach. This was nice, the warmth of his body pressed against her outside of the heat of the moment.
The kiss ended much too soon though it was probably just about right considering they both needed to be able to breathe. His request made her smile, and she strolled over to the shower to stick a hand in and test the water before she climbed in, eyes closing as she allowed the stream of hot water to wash down over her, feeling like all of the cares and worries that had been with her earlier in the morning and all through the night before were being carried away with the flow and off through the drain.
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As soon as Celia was in the shower Jonah watched her - he watched the water fall over her face, down her back... he could feel her mood change, like some weight had been lifted. A few moments went by and he stepped in behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and bringing her back against his chest. No concealing what she was doing to him, he was hard and proud of it. His hands rested against her stomach for now, then he moved them up to caress her breasts.
The water was trickling all over him, and he began to kiss her neck through the stream of the shower. He wanted to be inside her so much but she was the one calling the shots, here. He just kept on stroking her, one hand disappearing the find the heat of her center, stroking her there and trying to arouse her more.
One thing was for sure, it was a damn good start to the day. Jonah found himself getting lost already - there was no half an hour away, nothing waiting for him to get it done... it was just Celia. Everything right now was Celia... and it was a fucking scary thought at the minute.
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Celia was grateful for that few minutes that he gave her alone, grateful to just enjoy the feel of the water for a moment though she enjoyed him slipping in behind her no less. She pressed into him as he wrapped arms around her, feeling him hard against her, knowing that he wanted her and she wanted him. Her breasts ached beneath his touch, her nipples straining to attention as his skilled fingers grazed against her sensitive skin.
She tilted her head to the side to allow him better access to her neck, a soft moan parting her lips as his hand moved down between her thighs, the heat there rivaling even that of the hot water that danced upon their skin. She shuddered as he stroked her there, eyes closing in momentary pleasure.
"I want you." Celia whispered, her voice soft and breathy as her body trembled. She turned her head so that she could nip at his lips. She was going to tell him to fuck her, but that word didn't seem to fit right now, and she hated the term screw. She couldn't bring herself to ask him to make love to her because that wasn't what they were doing, right? That wasn't what they were to one another. So instead, she whispered, "Take me now.", her voice soft and filled with need.
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Jonah sighed, almost moaned as she said she wanted him. That's all he had to hear. Fingers of one hand brushed over her nipples as the others continued to stroke at her center, around her clit, making her hotter and wetter than he could have anticipated. He hummed against her lips, breathed out and went to kiss again at her neck.
Take her? Oh yes he would. There was no word for what they would do here, really... sleep together could come close but they weren't exactly sleeping and it was in a hot shower - a hot shower Celia was making all the better. Slowly Jonah turned her around, pressing her up against the shower wall. He kissed her deeply, hands on her waist. They moved around to her back, just above the curve of her spine down to her ass, and he pulled her against him slightly.
Shifting his hips so he could settle between her legs he spread them gently with his hands, goading her to wrap them around him. Let them do it here, let them be beneath the water and joined against the wall.
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There was something thrilling, something exciting, about being with a man that was the take charge sort, and Jonah certainly didn't mind taking control of a situation. He always waited for her to give him the go ahead, which was sweet because a lot of men didn't, but he didn't hesitate a single bit after she did so, and that really turned her on.
She could feel goosebumps forming upon her skin as his hands moved to caress the curves of her body and pull her up against him. She let out a soft moan, feeling his hardness pressed against her. She hopped up when he prompted her too, legs wrapping around his waist as her fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails biting slightly into the skin.
Water was beating down upon the both of them, making them both hot and slick, the wall of the shower cool against her back where he had her pinned. She kissed and sucked at the skin of his neck, the lobe of his ear, whatever she could reach as she grinded her hips enticingly against him, eager for him to drive himself inside.
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Jonah wanted to kiss her whilst they had sex, so he captured her mouth with his and hummed into it softly. Too many times they'd been apart, not been truly joined, and Jonah wanted to feel every sensation this time. As she urged him to drive inside Jonah whimpered a little - readying himself immediately at her silent request, before he slipped forwards and nudged himself into her.
They'd done this a fair few times in the past week or so that they'd known each other, but it never felt the same. There was always a new feeling, a new edge to her, temperature, emotion, and whilst he fit her the same delicious way as always, this time he knew it was to be taken slow. He pulled out a little, not all the way, before he gently pushed back in, delivering pressure rather than a thrust. He continued as such, creating a gentle rhythmn inside her. Soon he had to break away to breathe, panting beneath the water. He was suddenly very very hot -
Jonah was feeling all sorts of fever. As he rocked and rolled his hips into Celia he kissed her neck, then traced a line back to her mouth. Those lips were addictive and he kissed them open-mouthed... the sensations she was giving around his cock was too much for him to concentrate and he could only keep forcing himself into her, never breaking away and never stopping the pace.
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Fever was right. Cissy felt impossibly hot all over and she knew it wasn't just the temperature of the water. But he did this to her. Jonah did this to her every time. She had had a lot of lovers in her life, but he was by far the most skilled. And he was the only man that she had ever wanted each and every time they had been together. Most others, it had been about pleasing them, making them happy, but with Jonah, it was all about pleasing them both.
As his hips rocked into her, she clung to him, moaning softly, the sounds echoing off of the shower walls. Her lips desperately sought out his own, the kisses deep, passionate. This was different than all the other times they were together and they both knew it. This was more intimate, more... well it was more of everything that she always said she wanted to avoid with him but seemed unable to do so.
Another deep kiss was pressed to his lips, a moan vibrating against his lips as her hips rolled back against his own. She had to pull away, had to break the kiss so that she could breathe, so that she could moan again, her body starting to tense, that familiar sensation building up in the base of her spine and radiating from the core of her being outward, making her entire body tremble, her muscles contracting tightly around him as her nails dug into his shoulders and she came.
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Jonah could feel her, sense her building. He increased his speed gently but not too much to break the nice flow they had going here. It was a good pace, a much needed pace, and as Jonah rocked into her he found her drawing out his own release, slowly but surely. It might have been dangerous, being with her like this, when she'd specifically requested no such sex should be had by them. Yet here they were, it was happening... and it was just as damn good as the rough sessions they had in hotels.
Maybe it was the water, maybe it was because he was just so damn hot with her around him, but Jonah was overheating and it was affecting him greatly. The rise leading to his orgasm built quickly, suddenly, and as soon as he felt Celia pulse and come around him, Jonah spilt into her, shuddering in mini bursts and thrusts into Celia's body.
It wasn't long before he was spent. The tension in his muscles relaxed and he panted on her shoulder, face buried in the crook of her neck before he leant back, pulled around to kiss her. This was a nice start to the day. This was a needed start to the day.
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Oh yes, this was dangerous, but not because she hadn't come here to have sex with him, but because they hadn't really just had sex. They had done something that transcended sex a little and she could feel the lines blurring between them but.. that hadn't been enough to make her want to stop. It was too good. He was too good. She was too addicted to him.
The pulsing heat of his orgasm only made hers go on and on for what felt like forever before both feet found the shower floor and her body rested against the shower wall, pinned beneath his own, panting as she clutched at him, her entire body trembling.
"That was..." She was saying when he pulled away and pressed a kiss to her lips. She moaned softly then deepened it, her fingers entangling in his damp hair as her tongue danced with his own.
"You completely and totally blow my mind." Celia breathed the words out against his lips once the kiss ended. She then smirked as she added, "You know it's bad when already you want someone again and you've not even gotten cleaned up from the first go round." She laughed. But that was exactly how she was feeling right now.
"We gotta get ready for class." She was reminding herself more than him really, as hands trailed down along his muscles. She kissed his chest, his neck, his throat, and then she moaned softly. "Okay, yeah, you totally need to.. get cleaned up and get outta here before I insist that neither of us leave this room at all today."
No complications? It would appear that they had both just blown that idea right out of the water.