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[Mar. 8th, 2008|06:19 pm] |
Who: Belle and Gilbert
What: just hanging out
Where: Their place
When: tonight
Rating: who knows?
The dishes had been done, and the last of the laundry cleaned. Belle had spent the whole day cleaning, trying to work out her frustrations over everything that had been happening. Which resulted in her feeling both very tired, and as close to relaxed as she had been in a long time. She put the last of the clothes away, flopping on the bed with a grateful sigh. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2008|03:38 pm] |
Who: Belle and Gilbert
What: Discussing things
Where: Their place
When: In a couple days
Rating: tba.
Belle hung up her cell phone, giving it a long, thoughtful look. She tucked it back into her purse, chewing on her lip as she thought. She wouldn't have to do the kind of work the girls did, or else she would have outright refused. And even so, she hadn't given Gail a straight answer. She would definitely have to see how Gilbert was going to react.
It wasn't hard to find him, and she padded into the room softly, smiling at him. He was so beautiful, and made her feel calmer and more in control of her emotions. It was a very nice feeling. "Hey, y' busy?" |
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[Feb. 14th, 2008|07:15 pm] |
Who: Belle and Gilbert
What: talking
Where: Belle's place.
Rating: I honestly have no idea.
Belle fidgeted nervously. Gilbert had seemed so serious. . .she was afraid of what he would say. She didn't need another rejection, but she wouldn't let it hang over her head forever. If he was going to dump her, then she was going to face it like an adult.
She hoped. After everything that had happened, she felt fragile and vulnerable.
This was not the best combination ever, so she had the window open and sat on the sill, smoking. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2008|04:42 pm] |
Who: Belle and Gilbert
What: company
Where: Belle's place.
Rating: tba
Belle had managed to get a robe on, which had been a pretty big deal in its own right.
She'd camped out in the living room, laying on her stomach on the couch, so she could let Gilbert in when he arrived.
At least she wouldn't have to suffer alone. |
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[Jan. 19th, 2008|06:54 pm] |
Who: Belle and Gilbert
Where: Belle's apartment
What: Pizza, movie, and bed
When: lateish
Rating: NC-17
Belle had her place cleaned up, and was waiting impatiently for him to arrive. She'd ordered pizza, figuring that it was a pretty good bet he would like it, and had a bottle of wine and various sodas on hand, depending on how his tastes ran. She'd left it up to him to pick the movie, since she'd ordered the food.
Perfect. There were blankets and pillows on the couch, and her bedroom was clean and ready for use. Now all she needed was her companion. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2008|08:12 pm] |
Who: Gilbert and Spairn
What: Pizza delivery to a naked man!
Where: Gilbert's flat.
Warnings: Not sure. Uh, language? Nudity.
Spairn was definitely not the person to send out for pizza when the only stipulation on what Gilbert wanted was 'no anchovies'. He'd come away with extra cheese, sausage, pepperoni, mushrooms, black and green olives, bell peppers, bacon and red onions to top it all off. There was probably more, but by the time he was in the tiny foyer of the man's apartment building he had forgotten. Anchovies were gross anyway.
There was a security lock on the second door in, but some very sweet little old lady had let him in when she went out looking for her cats. So much for attempting to remember Gilbert's last name - and did he really have to call the guy Gilbert? Couldn't he say 'Gil'? Totally unprofessional, of course, but that was Spairn all over.
He took the stairs two at a time, reading the address off of his palm just to make sure he had the location down and quickly turned into the door with the large number eight stenciled on. Someone was cooking with the door open, or something, because he could smell it all the way down the hall the moment he stepped in and - hey, that was convenient, Gil's door was a short distance away. Closed. Probably for the best.
"Pizza boy!" He called out as he rapped his knuckles along the door, grinning to himself. He'd said this was like a bad porn, hadn't he? All he needed was the baseball cap with the slice of pepperoni on the front. |
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