Cecilia Vallario (cissysaidso) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-05-08 23:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | cissy, jonah, wesley |
Saturday - 11/3/07
Who: Wesley, Cissy, and Jonah
When: Saturday Night
Where: Wesley's Apartment and then Jonah's Apartment
What: Cissy is having a freak out and needs a friend.
Rated: GASP! This is PG!
Cissy had tried to reach Ric but he wasn't around. Of course he wasn't. It was Saturday night and she needed him and he wasn't there. That always seemed to be the case, not that it was always Saturday, but that he was always gone when she needed him the most. And she wanted to call her father, tell him that she just couldn't take it anymore, that she wanted to go home but.. she had promised Ric's voicemail that she would wait to hear from him first and she would. She just knew she couldn't wait alone.
Cissy had thought to go to Jonah's apartment, to throw herself into his arms and sob against his shoulder but she didn't want him to see her like this. And she was scared. She was scared that if she told him what she had done, he would be angry with her. Granted, they weren't dating, they certainly weren't exclusive, but she felt like she had wronged him by being with Simon, even if she knew, regardless of how much she was hurting right now, that being with him at least the one time had been the right thing to do.
Goddamn, she was just so fucking confused. And she felt like there was nowhere for her to go, no one for her to turn to. And then it hit her. There was at least one person that she knew who wouldn't judge her and wouldn't coddle her either, but would hang out with her, listen to what she had to say, and not be all... all... well he wouldn't be all emotional! And that's what she needed, someone to help her snap out of this funk. And if anyone could do that, Wesley could. If he was home...
Cissy hadn't even known there was another floor on the building where Jonah lived, but apparently there was and Wesley was the only staff member that lived there. That made it a lot easier to sneak up there, that was for sure. She knew she had to look absolutely horrid when she knocked on his door, her hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her cheeks pale and streaked from her tears. At least she had taken a shower and changed into clean clothes so she wouldn't smell of him anymore, but her faded jeans and oversized blue cashmere sweater wasn't up to her usual par of dress.
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Satisfaction was being played in Wesley's apartment. He was dancing around in sunglasses, snapping his fingers to the beat and wearing little apart from a green t-shirt and black boxers. It was his movie mash-up. One time he'd actually asked 'Who DOES that?' in response to a scene in a film where the main character danced around in their underwear to music, doing routines and shaking their booty. It always occurred to Wesley that a - someone seriously, seriously would not do that for real, and b - why would they always face the camera? But one day he'd actually decided to try it. He'd whacked on a CD, cranked it up and just gone bezerk in his living room. Ever since then it had been his weekend release.
Right now he was a Rolling Stone. He wasn't half bad either. He could sing and play piano and he'd done it a few times in his younger days before the big D took over his life. People had said he had a shot - now his only shot was impressing his neighbours. But he had no neighbors around here so that was sweet!
Thankfully he heard the knock at the door. It was probably Jonah come over to tell him to keep the noise down, or just to chat, and steal a DVD or two, or... whatever. So when he opened the door to find the hot blonde who was doing his brother, Wesley jumped a little and yanked his sunglasses from his nose, shifting around behind the door and feeling just a little naked. He could do bravado when he was prepared - not when things just... jumped out at him.
"Hi... er hi...." he smiled, nervously. Then he focused on what state she was in. "God... are you okay? Jonah didn't....? I mean come in..."
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While Cissy had certainly expected for him to be surprised to see her, she hadn't expected for her to be quite so shocked when he slung the door open and was standing there half naked with music blaring. And clearly he was just as shocked by this as she was for he took a step behind the door to try to shield himself from view as he pulled off his shades.
"I'm sorry." She started immediately. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I can go if you want. I just..." She exhaled a deep breath. "Didn't know where else to go."
Wesley invited her in. For a moment she had thought that he wouldn't and she was ready to just turn around and run the other way, but he did, and she took a deep breath before she stepped inside and out of the way so that he could close the door behind her. "Jonah didn't do anything." She assured him. "I just.. it's.. complicated. And I didn't..." She sighed. "Maybe I should just go. I mean, we hardly even know one another and... You seem busy." Not really, but it was a good enough excuse. It suddenly felt way too heavy to try to explain to him why she was here.
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"No, no, don't go... how busy can a guy be running around his apartment listening to the Stones?" He offered her a smile and then ran to switch off the stereo. She was clearly in distress and though he had been known to hit on girls like her, in such a situation, he knew this thing was fragile and he wasn't about to be such a complete ass as to tell her to get lost.
Feeling less self-conscious now, he threw his sunglasses to one side then paused. Now what did he do? He never usually played host. In fact he never actually ever played host sober or without a drug in his system so this was a first. Couple that with an emotional girl in his midst and he was in for a very strange evening.
Finally, he found his mental functions. "You want anything? A drink or... just a sit down? You're not - I mean you're not going to leave are you, I'd feel terrible if you did because you're obviously upset and Jonah would kill me if I didn't take care of you..."
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Cissy had come this far. And he had told her to stay and really, where else would she go? She couldn't be alone. She didn't trust herself. And while she may not have trusted herself with Wesley either, the fact that he was Jonah's brother would be in her mind and.. Well that made him safe, or at least safe enough. She wouldn't just resort to distracting herself by sleeping with him like she would normally do in this sort of situation.
"I don't drink really. Like ever but..." Was that smart of her? Probably not. But she was going to do it anyway. "Do you have anything? Maybe something to make a screwdriver." When she drank, that had been her drink of choice even though that was forever and a day ago. And then she started thinking about Jonah. "He really does like me, doesn't he?" She sighed. "I told him not to get close."
With a groan, Cissy ran her hands back through her hair and sighed. "I did something today. And I don't feel guilty about doing it but.. well I mean I don't feel guilty about what I did but I feel like..." How was she supposed to explain this one? "So the night I met your brother, I still had a boyfriend. But he didn't show up and I knew he was going to break up with me and then he did, on Monday, on my birthday and..." Ugh. This was really complicated. She needed to sit down.
Celia crossed the room and took a seat upon the sofa, her hands wringing together in her lap as she tried to explain the rest. "He was a virgin when we dated. We never had sex with one another because he wasn't ready and then today..." She exhaled a breath. "He asked me to be his first, because even though we're not together anymore, he said that he wanted it to be me and so I did it and it was... I mean I don't feel like it was the wrong thing to do but..." She caught her lower lip between her teeth and chewed it for a moment.
"Do you think Jonah's gonna be mad at me if I tell him?"
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"Er... I don't know what a screwdriver is... sorry." But he imagined it was something to do with tequila? Or whiskey? Or something else he had in his cupboards which might actually help her drown her sorrows. Not that was ever a good thing - maybe it was best if she just numbed them instead. He tottered over to said cupboards filled with delights. He could open his own mini-bar. "I have... vodka and.... whiskey, brandy, tequila, rum, tia maria... some... strange shit I don't even know... and eggnogg. Wow."
He brought out the good stuff, two bottles in each hand, then meandered over. She could drink from the bottles. Well - singular, bottle. There would be no mixing drinks tonight. Wesley listened to her as he uncorked, screwed and generally laid them out in a line on the coffee table. Yeah Cissy was messed up. But then life was messed up, that's why Wesley never judged. If he did he'd be one hell of a hypocrite.
Then she was telling him about Jonah. And Wesley thought it only right to be honest.
"He does like you. But with all the shit you're trying to pull, I'm not surprised he's getting close - i don't mean that in a bad way, but what you're after is a comfort thing with him, right? A friend and a lover all in one. Thing is, that's what boyfriends are made out of. It's either great sex or great friendship - and if you're getting both then you're in deep shit. Not that I wanna scare you... but your words say one thing and then your actions are saying another. Like you're telling me you don't want Jonah to get too close, that you're fuck buddies, so why are you worried about telling him you slept with the guy you're in love with after you broke up with him....?"
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"Vodka and Orange Juice." Cissy explained, looking at him like he had lost his mind because he didn't know what that was. She thought everyone had heard of a Screwdriver. But then again, they were from two very different generations as well as locations.
"Vodka." That was the only one of those she would really care to drink, especially straight. Though if he had a mixer, that'd be great too. Of course he was already over with a couple of different bottles of things and that was fine too. She just.. didn't want to feel anything right now. She wanted to drink until she was happy and numb and just.. figure out all the hard stuff some other time.
A bottle was in hand, the top off, and she was mid-sip when he started to speak about the whole issue with Jonah. She paused, her brows furrowing a bit as she looked at him all confused. "What I'm doing?" She asked. She wasn't aware that she was doing anything.
"Well, because I..." He posed a good question. Why would she be worried about it if they were just "friends with benefits"? "I mean I guess..." She sighed, unable to think of any answer but one. "I'd be upset if I were him and he were me."
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Wesley drank straight. He didn't bother with all this... cosmopolitan martini and biscuits business or whatever. If it was alcohol, then he'd drink it. Just give it all to him in a drip or something. "What you're doing is sliding your arms around him and giving him soft kisses then pulling away saying 'By the way don't love me.' What you're doing is showing invested interest only to wag your finger and go 'don't get involved'. You're like one of those pendulums that goes whosh.." and he did the movement with his finger.
He shifted in his seat so that his boxers wouldn't reveal all and grabbed the tequila. "So let me ask you this - why would you be upset if he had sex with his ex girlfriend to bookend their relationship if all you had with him was friends with sex on the side...? Wouldn't you only feel upset if you had feelings for him? I mean I might be wrong..."
But he doubted it.
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Cissy took a sip of the vodka as Wesley spoke. It burned on the way down but she liked it. She had missed that feeling, missed that particular brand of heat. She had her reasons for not drinking, for sure, but she was in a safe place right now, right? Wesley wouldn't hurt her, not the way that those other guys had.
He had a point and she knew it. She really was just.. Well she could understand how he might misconstrue that, just like she had misconstrued him buying her a necklace to mean something that it didn't, then again, maybe she hadn't. Maybe it did mean something more and he'd just told her that it hadn't because, well, maybe he didn't realize that it did either.
Speaking of which, her hand moved up to touch the pendant, stroking it thoughtfully as she had another drink. She then looked down at it and back at Wesley. "He bought this for me. For my birthday." And then she added, just in case he wasn't sure if she was talking about Simon or about Jonah. "Jonah, that is."
With a sigh, she sank back onto the sofa and frowned. "I'm a mess. An absolute disaster. It's no wonder..." She stopped that train of thought then and there. "How can anyone possibly be interested in me?"
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"If you're looking for a pity party you're not getting one from me," said Wesley, swigging from the tequila bottle. "Especially if you're not going to answer my question. But to answer yours, people are interested in you because you're sweet. And a good person. Just cause you're messed up doesn't mean you don't have a heart. Jonah bought that for you because he buys things for everyone he cares about."
Wesley raised his wrist, a manly sort of bracelet wrapped around it. "This was given to me seven years ago just before my ex wife divorced me. I think he felt it coming. He just does things when he feels things are going to happen. So I can't explain really why he got you that. All I know is he actually does genuinely care about you. The question you have to ask yourself is - are you interested in him?"
He clicked his shoulders, waving the bottle around as he spoke. He always gesticulated like this. "I mean - the actual POINT of this visit is because you slept with the ex that you're still in love with but you feel guilty to Jonah by doing it. The POINT is you don't know why you feel guilty. So... think of a reason."
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"I'm not looking for a pity party." And she took offense to the fact that he even suggested it. "And what question am I supposed to be answering?" She wasn't really sure what it was that he was asking her but she was sure that he would get around to asking it again eventually, after he finished talking around it. "But he barely knew me then." He knew her more now but on Monday... well they had talked some at that point, but not a lot.
Celia continued to sip at the vodka as he spoke, not realizing how much she was drinking though she was certain to realize it once she stood up. That was the way that it normally always went. And was she? She already knew the answer to that question. She had known it since the other day when she had talked to Blake.
"That's not... I mean I didn't just come here because of that. That's not the only reason that I'm upset." She was just upset in general. She was upset because Simon had actually let her go, like for real, and because there was no way they could even be friends now. And she was upset because, well, yeah, he was right, that was a part of it too.
She sighed as she closed her eyes. "Because I like him. A lot. And not just because he's good in bed."
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"It doesn't matter, Cissy. If he has sex with you then he cares about you - it's not like me. He only does those he has a good feeling about, those he likes. It's never a one night stand with him. Apart from this one time, when Jennifer left him, and that left one hell of a sour taste in his mouth. He swore never to do it again."
With a quarter of the bottle now gone, Wesley was feeling slightly tipsy. And divulgent. "When Heather and I were married it was... like hell sometimes. But the last time we were together was after we were divorced, to kind of... stop it. She was already seeing someone else. But we needed it as closure and I thought fuck it you know? It'll be nice. It was too. But I had to get on and get on quickly after that. I know you say you love this ex of yours. And I know you like him, Jonah I mean. So you just need to settle on from Simon is his name? You need to move on if it's over. It'll hurt like damn hell but once you've done that you'll feel better. Simon is your priority to sort your head out. Treat Jonah like a friend. Don't have sex with him - because AS a friend he'll be there for you, let you cry on him, won't judge you, make you feel better..."
He paused, then, smiling. "Sounds like I'm fucking in love with him..."
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"I told him I didn't want a one night stand, but I didn't want things to be complicated either." Cissy replied, and then sighed. Things were complicated. And it was her fault. She hadn't really thought about it until now but.. She was the one that always screwed things up. She had told Simon that. He'd told her that she was wrong but... she wasn't. She was a fuck up and she knew it.
Cissy took another large swig of the vodka. It was starting to burn less and less and she was starting to feel more.. warm, all over. Inside and outside. And she listened to Wesley, who seemed to know what he was talking about but he didn't know her. He didn't know how it was for her. He didn't know the way that her logic worked. "I don't know if I can do that." It was a quiet admission, but an honest one.
"I.. I've been having sex since I was thirteen." It sounded ridiculous to say it out loud, but it was true. "My mother.. ugh.. it's so complicated. She's.. she just.. she wrecked me. I know she did. And I can't ever feel... I don't ever feel like I'm good enough at anything, or that I'm pretty enough, or that I'm thin enough. And I just..." She groaned, scrubbing at her face with her hands in a furious attempt to stop herself from crying. "It makes me forget. Sex makes me forget. It makes all of that go away for however long that it lasts. And I know that that doesn't fix anything, it doesn't really make anything better but... I think I'd go crazy if I never got a break from feeling like that."
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Wesley was quiet for a long time. He didn't even drink, just stared at the worm in the bottom of the bottle. He could relate to Cissy. It wasn't exact but he could relate. "Mothers can be hard creatures," he said softly, finally finding the function to talk. "I got to where I am now thanks to mine..." He sniffed, rubbed his nose, then took a long swig. "I loved her like nobody's business. I was a momma's boy. Proud of it. Strived at school to make her happy, final year I was top of my class for the first time. Second I got my results, she drops a bombshell - her and Dad are getting a divorce. And it's her that's moving out, not taking any of us with her, not taking me - she left the next day... like she'd been replaced with some drone. Jonah wasn't around for me to cry on. Dad was a mess. So I turned to good ol' heroin..."
Another chug of his drink. "I'm not gonna bore you with the details. But safe to say Jonah got me over the drugs thing. Twice. Up until recently I was hooked on painkillers, but he got me over that. I just turned to something else instead, less damaging - sex. It's my new addiction. Gives me the rush and feel of power that I got with the drugs. I like to feel wanted. I also like to feel in control. Just like you, it makes me forget...."
He shook his head then. This was getting too heavy. "I wish I could heal that head of yours darlin, I really do. But there's no reason you shouldn't feel good enough. You're perfect, really - because you have flaws."
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"My parents are in the middle of a divorce." Cissy commented, and then gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "Of course, they've not really been together for years so... Mom moved back to Greenland ages ago. Which was good because, at least then I didn't have to see her every day, didn't have to have her give me that look that she gives me, the one that's like... You can never live up to any of my expectations for you no matter how hard you try. And I didn't have to deal with her daily weigh-ins to make sure I wasn't cheating on my diet." She rolled her eyes. "But instead I just kind of went crazy. Did whatever I wanted whenever I wanted and with whoever wanted me to." Her lips pursed into a frown. "My father... I love him so much but.. he's never really been around. He doesn't even know who I am."
The conversation was getting too heavy. And she hadn't wanted that but maybe that was what she needed, to just talk it out, to be calm again, rational, to think things through instead of simply reacting. She took another long, hard swig of the vodka, coughing as she pulled the bottle away from her lips. And then he said that. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. And for a moment, she had no idea how to react, so she just drank a little bit more while she thought about it.
"You're pretty wonderful yourself too, ya know?" Cissy said, looking over at Wesley now that she finally knew what she wanted to say. "I liked you right away. I mean, you flirt with me shamelessly which I love because it's very good for my ego and it makes me feel a lot better about myself to have someone hit on me but... I know that you love your brother and you wouldn't do anything that would hurt him and that why I came here, because I don't want to hurt him either. But I wouldn't trust myself not to do something stupid if I was alone with anyone else."
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Wesley didn't really know how to take that. He wasn't good with genuine compliments, so he just broke into a large smile and tilted his head, leaning sideways in a very bashful way. "Awww.... shucks, dude!" he giggled, but then he managed to get himself together a little. Cissy was serious. And he should accept that a little more than he just had.
"Cissy..." he began but then he stopped. Brown peepers looked at her a little nervously. "If you think you're gonna hurt him, don't. Don't go on with it. I'm asking you as a friend, and a faithful brother. He aint to be used just to stroke your ego, or for you to forget, or make you feel better when you want. He's a keeper. Not a throwaway..."
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Celia had to laugh when he hammed it up like that, shaking her head slightly as she rolled her eyes. "You're too much, Wes." Wes. It sounded natural. But he might not like that. "Do you mind if I call you Wes instead of Wesley? I won't if it bothers you." She hated being called Cecilia and there were people that did that anyway. That always annoyed her.
When he said her name the way that he did, she knew something was going to come out that would be just like that. And she inhaled a deep breath and took another swig just to prepare herself for it. She could tell him that she never intended to hurt anyone, but that wouldn't be good enough, just like it wouldn't be good enough if someone told her that about Vinnie or Frankie. So she'd tell him something else instead.
"Yesterday after you left to go to work, we took a shower together. And something... happened. And I don't just mean that sex happened even though it did but..." How was she supposed to explain it when she didn't really know what it was.
"Today, when I was with Simon, I begged him to take me back. I felt like.. like I was just going to die without him, ya know? Like if I walked out of that room, my life would change forever and..." She sighed. "I just felt so desperate to hold onto him because nothing, nothing had ever hurt that much before. And I made him all of these promises that I had every intention of keeping at the time but now..." And this made her sound like a horrible person, but she was drunk enough to just be honest with him, and with herself, which was definitely a change. "I don't know that I wouldn't have simply broken every single one of them with Jonah."
Celia leaned back against the back of the sofa, the bottle placed down upon the table because she decided that she had had enough. "I feel relieved. I feel relieved to be done with it, to have it over now, to.. to not still feel like I'm obligated to him because that's how I've felt until now, until today, until five minutes ago. I feel relieved because now I have a choice and..." She sighed, a soft smile forming upon her lips. "I could fall completely and madly in love with him if I let myself." Jonah, that is. Though she figured Wesley would pick up on that.
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"You can call me the Hulk if you like."
Wesley was a good listener, something his brother had always commented on but that was only when he'd told him to shut up and settle down or something. But Cissy let Wesley talk, and so Wesley let her talk. It was only fair - plus she was very genuine, she was asking for help and Wesley liked giving people help. If it favoured him all the better but there were no such motives here.
"The heat of the moment intensifies things. You'll say damn well anything to hold on to what you believe, in that moment, you cannot live without." Obviously Jonah meant something to her. Whether he was her new thing, her new playmate, or what, despite only knowing him a week or two he was already prominent in her scheme of things. He considered everything, finger resting on his lip as he went off in his thoughts. She had a choice, alright.
"Do you want to?" he asked, looking at her with a significant sort of feel about him. "Let yourself I mean. Is he the choice you'd make?"
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"Hulk?" Cissy asked, and then laughed as she rolled her eyes. "You wish!" Of course both of the brothers Mcintyre were built like brick houses. They must have come from some very good genes.
What he said about the heat of the moment made sense, a lot of sense actually. Now that she was out of there and some time had passed and she had had a moment ot catch her breath and think about it all, she wasn't nearly as upset as she had been before. She was still feeling a little ugh, of course, and still dreading having to.. to be around him, to see him. She still wasn't sure that she could handle that for at least a little while and she still wanted to talk to Ric about that but... She wasn't ready to run back to New York and sob on her bed full of pillows now either.
Cissy opened her eyes, turning her gaze towards Wesley, her lips pursed in a thoughtful frown as she considered the question. She was scared to answer. And not because she thought Wesley would be upset with the answer that she gave him, but because this type of admission was huge. "Yes." Jonah was exactly what she wanted. And what she needed too, someone that wouldn't put up with her bullshit, someone that would call her on things and push her, drive her to be a better person, just like Ric did, but in a different way, of course.
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Wesley nodded. Tried to look nonchalant. But then his mouth curled into a smile which was almost the spitting image of his brother's. It was cheeky, warm and knowing all rolled into one and he pointed at her. "You. Have made progress tonight. I know I sound like some weird-ass sponsor but I mean it. I can tell, you feel a little... relaxed... but this night is getting beyond touchy-feely and what you really need?"
He jumped up, clearly excited. Good news helped him shake off his bad stuff, and he stepped over to his stereo, picking up his sunglasses. "You need to dance." Play was pressed. Satisfaction was once again blaring out and Wesley began to move with his air-guitar, or his bass, whichever he was faux-playing at the time.
"Come on, Cissy, dance with the greatest rock star that never made the stage! C'mon!" With that he threw her the sunglasses, continuing to shift around his living room.
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The fact that he had smiled about it was enough to make her blush, a hand moving up to cover her face in a moment of shyness that had overtaken her. She felt like she was confessing her first crush to one of her girlfriends and that said friend was teasing her about it. "Gah, yeah, it is!" She said, and then laughed as she moved her hand from her face and down to cover her mouth instead, chewing on her lower lip as she smiled over at him.
A brow arched as he moved to his feet, and next thing she knew, the music was blaring again and he was dancing like a mad man all over his living room. She giggled and shook her head. There was no way she was doing that! He looked ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous, but it was almost infectious.
He tossed his sunglasses to her and she looked at them with a slight smirk upon her lips before she sighed and rolled her eyes. "What the hell... Why not?" She was speaking mostly to herself at this point. She pushed herself up to her feet, swaying a little because she had had had a LOT to drink, and then she just let herself freak out, putting on his sunglasses and dancing around the living room like a loon, singing along to the song at the top of her lungs which was quite atrocious because Cissy could NOT carry a tune.
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Wes was a good dancer. He was also a good singer. He grabbed a hold of Cissy and began to leap around, twirling her and shimmying against her, practically holding her up at some points. He wasn't too much taller than her, being smaller than his brother and she was easy for him to grab hold of cause she almost fit his frame.
The Stones album was about second to last from finishing when Wesley got really tired. He twirled Celia one last time, singing slightly through a hoarse throat then threw himself on his sofa with a large groan. "Cissy you wear me out... seriously... dunno how Jonah copes with you." A hand was stroked through his hair, a little soggy from sweat and heat of dancing. "You are one hot shaker though... you know how to move that ass... my brother's lucky."
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Dancing was actually a lot of fun. She had never really done that before. But it expelled a fair amount of energy and it made her feel all giggly and happy which was way better than how she had felt before she came here. She really had had a brilliant idea when she'd decided that she should go see Wesley. It was probably the best idea she had had in ages.
Cissy too was exhausted when Wesley finally crashed, a laugh parting her lips as she grabbed the bottle of vodka and took another long drink of it before putting it down, nearly missing the edge of the table before she moved to have a seat, tripping on her own feet and falling onto the sofa beside him. She laughed out loud, rolling over onto her back, her gaze moving up to the ceiling which was sort of spinning right about now.
"I am high maintenance." She announced, and then nodded her head. "Uh-huh. I take a lot of work. I demand a lot of attention. And he copes with me cause he's used to coping with you and you and me..." She pointed between the two of them. "Peas in a pod." She nodded her head, and then she busted up laughing.
"Oh man! I wanna hear that song... you know, the one about shaking that ass. By Eminem?" She started to move her body to the beat of it, able to hear the song playing inside of her head. "I should get Jonah to take me dancing! I haven't been dancing in.... ever."
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"I hate Eminem," was all Wesley said, one hand graced over his eyes to sheild them from the light of the room. This sofa was comfortable. This sofa was... good. What he needed. Rest. Dancing around and sharing stories and bad habits and...
"High maintenance?? Shit Cissy I aint no girl..." he laughed, revealing that his eyes were closed as he removed his hand from his face. Yeah he was pretty much done for - drunk, danced out, pretty girl in his apartment... "You'll be lucky if you get him to take y'out dancing. He can move but he hasn't done it since Jennifer."
He yawned then, looked at her with bleary eyes. "You wanna stay? You could sleep in my bed... or y'know... on me..." A smirk - he never stopped flirting.
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Cissy gasped. "How can you hate Eminem?!?" Granted, she was mostly into classic rock herself, but she could appreciate some dirty dance music too. And that's what Eminem was really, at least a lot of it was. And that that wasn't, well, she didn't really care for that either now that she thought about it.
She laughed loudly when he said he wasn't a girl, shaking her head. "You don't have to be a girl to be high maintenance." And he was. She could tell by the way he and Jonah interacted with one another. But that was good. It made Jonah patient. And that was definitely a requirement if he was going to have Cissy in his life for a while. And he would, if he'd have her. "He danced with me the other night. I mean, it was just at the hotel but.. I can talk him into it."
"Oh really?" Cissy asked, a brow arching slightly as she grinned. "I think that that is..." She leaned in like she was going to kiss him and then she DID kiss him, but only on the forehead. "An absolutely horrible idea!" She finished.
"You stay here. Get some sleep. And I'm gonna go wake your brother up." She nodded her head and then pushed herself up to her feet, stumbling a little and then giggling as a hand moved up to cover her mouth. "I have to be quiet." She said, and nodded her head, then took a deep breath. "It was fun being here. Thank you. I had fun."
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Wesley almost puckered up - almost - but then when she kissed his forehead he frowned, pouting at her. "You're a cocktease you know that? Little ass..." He lifted up a hand to swipe at her but she'd already gone out of reach. Damn that slinky woman. He gave a little cough as he rolled over slightly, raising himself to look at her.
"I had fun too, sweet cheeks..." he sighed, a lazy grin on his features. "Come back any time now, y'hear? Don't fuck my brother too hard, he has thin walls..." The last of his sentence was marred by a large yawn, coupled with a little dip as he sank into the sofa. He was pretty much gone, completely drained. Good girls did that to him... but he slept with a smile.
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Wesley was such a nerd. But she liked him. She liked him a lot. He was a good guy. He didn't give himself nearly enough credit though. But maybe one day he would. Maybe one day someone would come along that would make him realize how much he was really worth. Celia hoped so. But she didn't really think about that for long as she let herself out of his apartment and stealthily made her way down to Jonah's.
So maybe stealthy wasn't really the right word. She stumbled a time or two, almost falling down the stairs, then laughed out loud before she covered her mouth and forced herself to be quiet. But she wasn't the only one not being quiet. There was all this yelling going on only she was too wasted to really process what that was all about, and it was all down on a different floor all together so she wasn't really all that concerned.
It was late, very late, which she hadn't really realized, when she knocked upon Jonah's door, waited, and then knocked again. Crap. What if he didn't answer? She had left Wesley's door unlocked. She doubted he had moved from the couch so, if worse came to worse, she'd crawl back up the stairs and sleep on his sofa, or floor. She might only would make it to his floor after going back up all those stairs again.
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Jonah was in a light sleep for once. All these noises and bangs, the soft sound of music from a few floors up going through the ceilings and the walls... he managed to shut them out enough so he was getting rest though, glad it was a Sunday. But he heard a soft knock at his door, then another, and it took him a fair few moments to wise up enough to the fact he had someone banging on his door.
He went to answer it dressed in nothing but his boxer shorts, hair mussed up with the lines of the bedsheets all over his torso, showing where he'd been lying. Yawning loudly as he opened the door he was surprised to see Cissy, blinking at her through clouded eyes. "Celia..." His voice was deeper and certainly sleepier than usual. "What are you doing here?"
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When she heard him coming to the door, she was relieved, because she was dreading those stairs more and more and probably would have ended up sleeping on them if he hadn't woken up. She was exhausted, not to mention completely smashed. And though she felt like a ball of energy not ten minutes ago, she felt like she was ready to just curl into a ball and cease to exist for a few hours right about now. Or at least a few minutes. She just needed to close her eyes, that was all. Then she'd be fine.
"Jonah..." She said, a smile gracing her lips as the door was opened and he was there behind it. She acted almost like she was surprised to see him which was a little odd considering that it was his apartment that she was knocking on the door of. And then she kissed him, an arm wrapping lazily around his neck as her other hand held onto the door frame for support so she wouldn't fall over.
"I'm a little drunk." She whispered against his lips, as if he wouldn't be able to tell from the taste of her, once she had pulled away from the kiss. "I was sad. Wesley gave me vodka and then we had a dance party! And I wanted to come here. I wanted to see you and kiss you and... Oh man! This sweater is hot!" She started to tug it off over her head, not even thinking about the fact that she hadn't exactly made it into his apartment and out of the hallway just yet.
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Jonah was amused even though he was tired and didn't really know what was going on just yet. He slid a hand around her, supporting her weight, returning the kiss until she confessed the obvious. "I can see that," he smiled, albeit a little confused. Then she went on to explain and he nodded his head. Wesley. That must have been where the music was coming from.
"Why were you sa... Celia!" Jonah tugged her indoors, out of the hallway, so that she could continue struggling with her sweater in private. He looked at her - she did remind him of her brother, no wonder they got along. He ended up walking over to her, helping her with the arms and pulling it off, setting it down to one side. "Are you okay?... why were you sad?"
Genuine affection, despite this sudden appearance and drunk behaviour, shone out of Jonah's actions and he traced a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You want something to eat, something to soak up the alcohol...?"
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"What?" She asked, then looked back once he had tugged her forward, a hand going to cover her mouth as she laughed. "Oops. I forgot." She said, and then went back to trying to get her sweater off. But it was complicated! And she started to pout. "Jonah.. I can't.. help me." She had never had a hard time getting clothes off before. But apparently that was what alcohol did. Funny. She had already remembered it being easy to get undressed when she was wasted before.
"I was sad because.. because.." She then started to unbutton her jeans, finding those easier to get off as she rocked her hips and kicked them off, along with her shoes, now in nothing but her panties and the white tank top she had had on underneath the sweater along with her bra. "Cause I didn't.." She hiccuped. "Want you to be mad at me."
Cissy's eyes closed as his hand moved up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She shook her head at the offer of food, of course. "I wanna... I wanna go lay down." She replied in a whisper, and then flung her arms around him again. "Can you carry me? Can I sleep with you?"
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What was it about a girl in her underwear that, despite her being drunk, a mess, obviously having been crying, when she draped herself over him Jonah immediately felt up for it? But he knew he couldn't do that. It'd be wrong. Taking advantage was not in his dictionary so as she flung her arms around his neck though he chuckled good-naturedly, he lifted her up.
"I can carry you, obviously," he smiled. "And you can sleep in my bed. But I am not sleeping with you. You're far too drunk and I don't take it too well when girls fall asleep underneath me.."
It was a joke, but it had happened. He carried her to his bedroom, minding not to knock her head as he did so. Now he was GREATLY thankful it was a Sunday. Having to explain a hungover student appearing from his apartment wearing the same clothes as yesterday would not go down well. As soon as he was near the bed he lay her down under the covers, making sure she was comfortable.
"Now stay there..." he told her, then moved around to his side, getting back in. This was certainly a turn up for the books. He hadn't actually thought twice about bringing her here, having a woman in his bed for the first time in months...
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"But you have to sleep with me!" Celia protested, a small pout upon her lips. Of course she thought that he meant that he was going to sleep on the couch or something, not that he wasn't going to have sex with her. She knew he wouldn't have sex with her tonight and that was okay, that was perfect, that was why she liked him.
His bed was comfortable, the covers soft, and though she was hot all over she liked being curled up beneath them just because the bed smelled like he did. And she rolled onto her side to curl up in an almost fetal position as he moved to climb in on his side of the bed.
When she felt the bed shift, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. "Jonah.. Jo, Jo, Jonah." She said, then giggled. "I like your name." She slid in close to him, moving his arm so she could curl up against his side, her head upon his chest. "I have to tell you. I have to tell you that.. that I did something." If she didn't do it now, she might not do it later, and he deserved to know, right?
"Simon... he talked to me. And then he wanted for us to.. to have sex because he never did it before and he wanted me to be his first and so..." She inhaled and exhaled a deep breath. "I did it. And then I was sad. And then I was more sad cause I didn't want you to be angry at me." She tilted her head up so that she could look at him with those big blue eyes of hers. "Are you mad?" She asked softly.
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Jonah hugged her close. She was saying his name repeatedly and he passed it off as drunken chatter until she confessed she had to tell him something. Even then he wasn't really paying attention until she said something about Simon. He imagined him to be the guy she was feeling beat over, and he was right - he was surprised she was confessing this to him though.
To show her he wasn't mad Jonah smiled a little and stroked her hair. "I'm not angry at you. Why would I be? I have no right. You're in love with him, he wanted you as his first... who am I to argue with that?"
A small kiss was pressed on her nose then he leant back a little. "Go to sleep." Go to sleep, so I can stay awake until morning thinking about this, now.
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"Because!" The word came out a bit louder than she had intended it to, mostly because she was completely smashed still but she felt very strongly about it as well. "I would be mad. I would be totally..." She blew out hard, fluffing her bangs up in the front, just to express that she would have been completely and totally livid. But she wasn't exactly the most understanding person most of the time. She tried to be, but she failed miserably most of the time.
"But I can't go to sleep yet because I have to tell you." She protested, and then slid up enough that she could be close to his ear so he could hear her when she whispered. "I want me to.. to make me.." She was having a hard time figuring out how to word it because she wasn't particularly articulate at this point in time. And it was frustrating.
Celia sighed, feeling completely exasperated, and then she just said it the best way she could. "I want me to be made yours. And.. well I'm a lot of work." She frowned, and pulled away enough so that she could look at him all serious like. "I'm a mess, Jonah. I'm a complete and total mess. And you... well you just have to not put up with that." She nodded her head, and then she settled back against him. "That's all."
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"It's not my place to be mad... honestly, Celia..." But then she was protesting about sleep and Jonah was almost waking up. There was no way he'd get back to sleep now. Why couldn't she just shut up? Yes he was grumpy when he was woken up, when he was groggy. And he wasn't going to project than on her. For now.
"You want to be mine?" That had to be clarified. Jonah looked very confused at her, wrinkling his nose. Was she saying they wanted to be exclusive...? Just after she'd had sex with the virgin ex she professed to be in love with? "I know you're a lot of work. Doesn't mean I'm not used to it..." Reference to Wesley, there. "I also know a thing or two about messes... I think you should sleep, though, baby..."
Another kiss to her nose this time. "You'll feel better tomorrow. Maybe we both will..."
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"Yes!" He understood. She wasn't sure that she was even saying it right but he got it. It made her feel better. And then it made her feel worse as she added in a small voice, "I want you to keep me." There were men that had promised her they would. There were men that had told her that they loved her, that she was beautiful and she meant so much to them and they would never leave her, they would never let her go. They promised her everything and delivered nothing. And Jonah promised nothing. Maybe it was better that way.
"Okay." She whispered, her tone and her posture seeming like that of a child who had just been scolded. She settled against him and closed her eyes, a yawn parting full lips a moment later and then she started to drift. But then she thought of something else. "Will you make me pancakes? I would eat them, even if they are.. fat.. ning..." And she was out.
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The last thing Jonah told her was "I will make you pancakes" and then she was out. He smiled, listening to her breathing... and then stroked her face, watching her sleep for around half an hour before he felt slumber overtaking him. His mind was wandering, processing information... but he would only be able to really do it in the morning, with logic and reasoning and without tiredness.
One thing was for sure - he'd like waking up to her.