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Soren Elias Chappu Skwigelf ([info]twiceloved) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-08-29 23:16:00

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Entry tags:sable harris, soren skwigelf

Who: Soren Skwigelf and Sable Harris.
What: Second dates.
When: This evening.
Where: Sable's flat.
Warnings: PG-13 for swearing and possibly handwaved sexual themes.



He didn't date much. It wasn't out of an active choice on his behalf, but it was more out of traumatic necessity. But after a night of (really random and awkward) revelations, he was ready. He was more than ready; even his father approved of his choice, which was confounding and amazing in and of itself.

But that was why Soren arrived at Sable's shop with two dozen red and pink roses in one hand, and a chef following close behind. The chef was laden with a couple of trays of what smelled to be actual Italian food.

He really hoped she liked Italian.


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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-29 11:33 pm UTC (link)
Upon seeing Soren, Sable more or less goes blind to all else and launches herself into his arms, hugging him around his shoulders and twirling him a little. She's still wearing a bright white antique-looking summer dress she had on from seeing her dad earlier.

"SOREN! You won't believe it, I have to tell you this, it's SO SWEET," she gushes before catching a whiff of the food. She pauses and looks at the chef over Soren's shoulder. "WHAT is this?" she asks, grinning. "What did you do, silly boy?"

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-29 11:36 pm UTC (link)
Soren beamed and twirled with her. He'd noticed how pretty she looked, but she'd beaten him to speaking. Her excitement rubbed off, and he balanced the roses in one arm while kissing her on the forehead and rubbing her shoulder with the other.

"I brought you dinner." He motioned with his head for the chef to bring in the food and set it down on a table. While the chef moved around behind him (there were more plates in the limo), Soren picked out a red rose and put it behind Sable's ear. "So, what won't I believe?"

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-29 11:39 pm UTC (link)
Sable leans into Soren's arms, smelling the roses and the food and just grinning.

"I don't believe this," she laughs, almost shyly, running her fingers over the rosepetals lightly. "But... you know how I told you my dad wanted me to do something with him this afternoon? It was actually really, really sweet. And your mom was there."

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-29 11:42 pm UTC (link)
He took the chance to kiss her on the cheek, loving that he'd somehow inspired her smile. He scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, coming to run his fingers through his hair. "It's not that big a deal. And really? How's that work?"

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-29 11:47 pm UTC (link)
She wraps her arms around his waist and sniffs the roses.

"My dad had me christened. It was totally sweet. He said he wanted to give me a middle name and godparents. Hey, Soren, your mom is my godmother, and uncle Teague is my godfather. It's fantastic." She makes a little hop to kiss his cheek. "God that food smells amazing. Where did you GET these guys?"

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-29 11:50 pm UTC (link)
"Seriously? That's awesome. Mom's a really good person for that I think, and Uncle Teague? Yeah, Uncle Miniver did really good picking you out godparents. What's your middle name? That's really sweet of him." He chuckled at the hop to his cheek and bent down a bit to be more obliging. "Um, Italy? That's where the good Italian chefs are. Just kidding. I got them from a place downtown that serves great Italian food. But I think they really are from Italy, though."

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-30 12:01 am UTC (link)
Sable stands on her tip-toes to whisper into his ear, "Lule-Mosmeharro." She stands back with her hands on his arms. "Isnt' it beautiful?" She kisses his lips, light and quick. "The flowers are beautiful. THIS is beautiful. Let me get a vase for them, all right? Wait here."

Sable scampers off to fetch a vase from some storage nook or other. It takes her just a couple of minutes to rinse it out and fill it with water and sugar to keep the flowers vibrant. She carries it back to set on the table, glancing at the food that's been set out as she does.

"Soren... you're such a sweet thing, I can't tell you."

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-30 12:05 am UTC (link)
"That's beautiful. You'll have to teach me how to spell it." He sighed a little when he kissed her, nodding his agreement to the vase idea. As she was away, he gave instructions to the men setting up dinner to put out plates and flatware as well, and he smiled a little bit when they even set up a candelabra. He gave them a little extra for that and was glad when they left. He'd just paid them extra for the plates and things, not really wanting to bother with returning them the next day.

Once she put the vase on the table, he helped her to arrange the flowers in it, moving the candles away from the flowers so they wouldn't ignite. After lighting the candles, he held a chair out for her. "You don't have to, really."

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-30 12:10 am UTC (link)
Sable slips into the chair, purposefully leaning JUST so, to show off her shoulders and boobs.

She knows her assets, this girl does.

"You know, no one DOES this anymore. This kind of lavish romance. It's lovely, Soren. I do appreciate it. It's a little much, but man... you know how to make a girl feel spoiled, don't you?" She grins. "So what's for dinner, baby?"

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-30 12:16 am UTC (link)
Soren caught himself staring at her shoulder for a moment, then realized - she was his girlfriend. If he wanted to kiss her shoulder, he could. Leaning forward in his chair, he pressed his lips to her shoulder briefly before pressing them to her chee. "Yeah, I don't think I can keep it up all the time, but I don't know. We're officially dating now - even my dad knows. I figured we should have one sort of official stereotypical type date." He pushed his hair behind his ears and sat back in his chair. "I didn't know what kind of food you liked, so I tried to sort of run the gamut. Bagna Cauda to start, then some gnocchi, a basic risotto, and of course tiramisu."

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-30 12:23 am UTC (link)
"Fantastic."

She digs in to the first course once it's dished out and nibbles at it like a mouse -- mostly just playing at being pretty and feminine and really genuinely enjoying it all.

"I wouldn't want you to do this every time," she assures him. "Sometimes I'd like to surprise you. And sometimes, even most times, a date that's nothing but scones wrapped in paper and a walk on the bridge is better than anything in the world." She reaches over to take his hand and squeezes it. "But this... is very touching, Soren, really. And you look adorable."

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-30 12:28 am UTC (link)
"That sounds amazing, actually." He kissed her cheek and scooted closer, eating his risotto with gustatory glee. "Trust me, I don't want to do this all the time. Or even half the time. Or even a quarter of the time. I just - you're my girlfriend. I don't normally have those at all, ever. So I figured I'd do the sappy thing. Though don't worry, we're not going to sit through a sappy girl movie after this." He wrinkled his nose at that and squeezed her hand under the table.

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-30 12:35 am UTC (link)
Sable holds his hand under the table as they eat -- it works out well, she's a leftie, and nothing here really needs a knife. Buttering bread, though, she makes into a game of one holding the bread and the other the knife, and giggles as they work out how to do it.

"It's been a long, long time since anyone took me out on a date half this nice and had it still be FUN." She munches the gnocchi happily and squeezes his hand. "I think I'll dry the roses. Hang 'em upside-down off the railing around the loft. Maybe even leave 'em there, goodness knows I could use some color up there. Maybe fairy lights, too. But under the rail, so it doesn't keep people awake..." She stops babbling between bites of food and looks right at him with a consentrated gaze.

"So we're really together now, huh?"

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-30 12:42 am UTC (link)
Even while he ate, he couldn't help but run his fingers over her hand, letting his thumb skim over the top of hers as well. He grinned as they got a system of him holding the bread while she buttered it, chuckling and kissing her cheek.

"Dates like this usually aren't, actually. I kind of feel the same way." He nibbled at his food as well, but mostly watched her. "That'd be pretty. And yeah - if I ever sleep here, I'll be sure to bring a tie with me or something. I have to sleep in total dark, but fairy lights sound pretty." He had been about to take a sip of wine when she looked at him, and he had to put his glass down.

"Yeah. Yeah, we are. I mean - even my dad knows, and he kind of told your dad too? And they're ... really happy about it. And beyond that? I'm really happy about it. I haven't... I haven't not been scared in a long time of this, and I really want to keep going. I want to ride this as far as it'll take us. As long as you're in, I'm in." He didn't say what else he was feeling, if only because it was premature and vaguely sappy.

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-30 12:55 am UTC (link)
She doesn't say it, either. She's fine with going slowly. Instead she raises his hand to her cheek, then to her lips, her eyes glittering at him over it.

"I'm happy too, baby. I'm so in -- and maybe sooner or later we'll talk to both our dads about it, for real. Maybe after the wedding, huh? And hey -- I'm glad Cass has a girl, too. She seems totally nice. Even if he didn't, y'know what, Soren... maybe it's a little naive and childish of me, but no matter what, even if you and I... or Cass and Henn... or all of us, even if we stick together, I can't imagine us splitting up. Maybe that's presumptuous of me. I know I don't know you two all that well, but you just seem so permanent together. I could be dreaming, but I'd rather a burrow of four than scattered pairs."

And here's the dreamer in her she's inherited from her father -- the idealistic romantic, she sees the best possible scenario and shoots for it without looking back.

"It's a pretty thought, isn't it? Ahh, Soren... We should have a real talk after dinner."

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-30 01:03 am UTC (link)
Soren kissed the palm of her hand, smiling and nodding. "Yeah, after the wedding sounds good. I - yeah. And I know Cass and I will always be together. Sounds weird to say, but it's true. And I think you're right. Dunno, we're all here out of time, we're all around the same age - and I agree with you. He and I... we're pretty much going to always hang out and be together. And I like your idea." He leaned forward to kiss her forehead, her cheek, her mouth, then raised her eyebrows. "Talk? Okay. I'm almost done - I figured we could have dessert, then I'd clean up?"

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-30 01:20 am UTC (link)
"I'll help clean up, doll... or at least go make us some tea and a place to nest afterwards. How's that sound?"

She nuzzles his hand and finishes her dinner. She drops the Srs Bsns for dessert, chatting idly about nothing and flirting throughout, taking their time until they're both ready to leave the table and relocate by way of cleaning up a bit.

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-30 01:23 am UTC (link)
"Nesting sounds perfect." He kissed her cheek, and then gladly talked and flirted right back with her. At one point, he fed her tiramisu off of his fork, and she smiled such a perfect sunny grin in his direction that he paused for a moment to stop and admire it. It was one of those things he was glad he was around to see.

After they finished eating delicious espresso soaked cake, he started to clear off the table. He went to the kitchen and found containers to store the surplus in, humming a little bit while he cleaned and stacked things just so in the fridge. Within about ten minutes, he was ready to go find his girl and nest. "Baby? You upstairs?"

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-30 01:41 am UTC (link)
"Yes!" she calls down. "Come see!"

In the time Soren's spent cleaning up, she's changed out of the more formal white dress and into a pair of tattered bellbottom jeans and a black silk tanktop that is almost certainly actually lingerie. She took from the vase the few roses most fully in bloom -- the ones that risked wilting or losing their petals if left for too long. She's been tying them upside-down to the loft railing with bits of copper wire.

"Go 'round the catwalk to that door in the far corner," she instructs as Soren arrives up the stairs. "That goes to my private rooms. I set out some clothes if you'd rather wear something more comfortable. I'm just going to finish these, then I'll come join you." She blows a kiss to Soren and keeps busily at her task.

The door leads directly into a small walk-in closet with a second door at the opposite end. It stands open, and past the six feet or so of hung garments and mothball-smelling boxes, an open hallway with wood floors and three doors can be seen. One door stands open -- the closest door on the right side of the hallway from Soren. Inside it is Sable's personal quarters: a fairly large bedroom with a neatly made bed, side-table, and bookshelves covering the walls. There are two other doors, one to a small closet, the other to a bathroom.

Should Soren decide to explore the other two doors in the hallway, he'd find a much smaller bedroom across the hall, and a master bathroom with a tub and shower at the end (still small and cramped, but pretty enough for old London).

On the bed in Sable's room are a few articles of clothing Soren's size -- a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, a wifebeater, pyjama pants, some socks... mix and match. Soren may notice there seems to be a lot of clothing around that is CLEARLY not Sable's.

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-30 01:52 am UTC (link)
Soren followed Sable's instructions, climbing up the stairs to the loft and grinning at her. He kisses her and went to the door she'd pointed out, beaming and shaking his head when he saw she'd already laid out clothes for him.

He changed quickly and folded his own clothes, setting them down on a chair. He left his feet bare and set the socks down as well, then padded over to look at the bookshelves while he waited. He picked out a battered volume of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and went back to her bedroom with it. He sat cross-legged on her bed, opening the book - which was one of his favorites - and started to read.

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-30 01:55 am UTC (link)
Sable appears eventually in the doorway, arms crossed and watching him.

"You like Joyce?" she asks softly.

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-30 01:56 am UTC (link)
He was almost startled by her approach, but smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I was always more like Stephen than any other angst-ridden teenage male protagonist." He motioned for her to join him on the bed, making grabbyhands.

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-30 02:05 am UTC (link)
Sable saunters into the room, first closing and locking the door behind her -- because even when the shop is closed, one never knows who might pop in for a visit. She searches the shelves on her way over, and grabs a book before flopping onto the bed next to him.

"Let's talk, baby. Just a few minutes. Then... I got movies up here or whatever else you wanna do." Her eyes glint at that. There is a television set up on a cabinet across from the bed, with a VCR and DVD player.

Sable scoots up next to him and traces her finger over his chest. "I wanna keep seeing you. I wanna be happy with you. But we need ground rules, right? Any thoughts?"

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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-30 02:08 am UTC (link)
Soren grinned when she walked in - mostly because she never just walked. There was always a better adjective out there somewhere for her movements. Sometimes she strolled, or sauntered, or even meandered. It made him want to watch her constantly, lest he miss a subtle nuance to her body language.

Once she settled on the bed next to her, he scooted closer. "Okay. Talking's good." The finger on his chest made him close his eyes and smile. So did her questions. She was direct, take-charge. Things would be easy to understand with her, and that made him ridiculously happy. If he understood what was going on, it would be easier to avoid fights about stupid things. "How about you tell me what you want, and we'll go from there. I don't even know where to begin."

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[info]ex_sable973
2008-08-30 02:31 am UTC (link)
"Okay."

Sable tangles with him a little, enjoying their casual closeness as they chatted unhurriedly. Sable cleverly manages to be businesslike while being simultaneously warm and comfortable with Soren.

"I don't intend to stop sleeping with other people entirely just yet, and I don't expect you to. I do expect you to be safe about it, obviously. I'm cool with discussing anything you wanna try. I like playing. I like inviting friends into the nest. I won't press you to do anything you're not comfortable with, though. Ever. And if you want to move towards us being exclusive, we'll talk about that." She stretches and plays with his hair. "I'm on the pill. I get tested for stuff about once a month. I keep my room and my shop clean. Hm..."

She sits up and sets to braiding his hair. "I'm not going to demand you spend bullshit time with me. I'm not gonna start dragging you off to malls and crap. I'm not going to babysit you or hold you accountable for every minute of your day if I can't find you. I'm not going to own you or boss you around, nor will I let you do that to me, not that I figure you'd want to. I'm not going to demand access to your space whenever I please. I'm not going to invite myself into things ytou want to do with other people. Ummm..." She pauses thoughtfully. "That's a lot. Comments?"

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