Illyana Rasputin is a magikal girl. (illusivemagik) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-21 08:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clarice ferguson (blink), illyana rasputin (magik) |
This is fun. Thanks for dragging me out.
Who: Illyana and Clarice
Where: a market, together
What: shopping for each other
When: recently
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 because it's them.
Status complete
Clarice walked along, wearing a green summer dress and sandals. She’d dragged Illyana out to a fair and just wanted to have some fun and forget about all the terrible things that had been happening. A day out, a nice date, she wasn’t even all that horny. Cuddly, maybe.
Illyana was walking along to, and smiling, hugging Clarice sidelong. “You, madame, are a sexy-pants.” Nevermind that she wasn’t wearing pants. “This is fun. Thanks for dragging me out.” She nodded, feeling a smile warm her face.
“I’m not sexy-pants.” She reached around and hugged Illyana against her grinning happily. “I heard it was going on and I thought we could get out and have a little fun. I haven’t done anything just to be silly in a long time.”
“Yes you are.” Illyana grinned and nodded. “It’s nice. Fun, even.” She bounced some on her toes. “It looks like a beautiful day. and it is more so with you here.”
Clarice smiled. “Only beautiful because you’re feeling so sunny.” She kissed Illyana’s cheek, ignoring some kid making a face.
Illyana grinned at Clarice and hugged her again, then spotted a table selling beautiful scarves and led the way over, tugging her love along.
“This place is pretty awesome. Look at these!”
“That’s very pretty. Good luck finding a color that suits me.” Clarice laughed, teasingly. She held up a blue and silver one. “This would look really good on you.”
Illyana was looking at a deep red one. She lifted it. “THe color would enhance yours.” She nodded, then blushed as she looked at the blue and silver. “Do you think so?” She smiled a little.
“Yes, you look really good with cooler colors. And silver seems to be made for your skin and your eyes.” She stroked Illyana’s cheek lightly.
Illyana smiled and kissed that hand, humming contentedly, and bouncing. She loved being with Clarice and being out with her. JUst doing things together. “Oh, hey, look!” And she led the way to a small table with small chimes in different shapes on it.
She bent to lift one, and look at it. “This is awesome!” It was a starchime, and it was the same pink as Clarice.
“What is it?” She leaned over Illyana to get a better look at it, her hand resting on the woman’s butt.
Ilyana grinned and wiggled that butt against her hand, loving the touch of skin against skin. Days like this made her glad she wore only things, most of the time. She held the chime up, closer, pressing back, showing off the star shape and the pink color, and wiggled it to make it sound.
“It’s your color.”
“I love you.” Clarice stared into her eyes, grinning like a fool.
Illyana looked to her and smiled softly. “I love you too, dear. And your sexy butt. And your cute nose.”
“It’s all about the cute nose.” She beeped Illyana’s.
Illyana laughed and beeped Clarice’s in turn. “And the cute butts.” She nodded.
“The cute butts.” She smacked Illyana’s hand and gave her a sly look. “Which you can play with later.”
“Oh yes? Good to know.” She kissed Clarice and smirked. Then she bought the charm and held it out to Clarice. “For you, love.”
“You didn’t need to...” But Clarice was smiling and clearly touched. She threw her arms around Illyana. “We should go out to dinner.”
“Yes, I did. Because love needs, sometimes, to express itself in new ways.” Illyana nodded. and hugged Clarice back. Then she smiled. “Sure! I would like that!”
“I like new ways.... Lets get Indian food, I’m feeling a little spicy.” She threaded her fingers with the Russian’s.She wanted to find something that Illyana liked, and buy it.
“Sounds good to me.” She grinned and bounced. “Let’s do it.” She winked at Clarice. “I do enjoy spice.” She glanced around. “And this market is rather awesome.”
Grinning, Clarice walked, swinging their hands as they did so. “See anything that catches your eye?”
“Other than you? Hmmm. I am not su-” And then she spotted something out of the corner of her eye and turned her head. A glimmer. She squinted and then tugged Clarice’s hand and went that way.
And there she found table of books, piles of them. The table owner started to talk and Illyana ignored her, shifting books to one side or the other, until she spotted the book that glimmered to her eyes. The words on the page were in an old script but then they rippled and came clear to her and she nodded.
She looked up at the woman and not knowing how she knew to ask in that language, she spoke in Russian. “How much?”
Clarice blinked at her, then at the woman, then at the book. She was already reaching for her wallet. “How much?” She figured English could help. “Habla espanol?”
The woman’s eyes widened. “You know the language?” She switched smoothly to English. “Your friend speaks good Russian and reminds me of my cousin. That tome, for her... “ And she named a price that wasn’t too expensive.
Illyana nibbled one lip, then nodded, eyes sliding to Clarice, a bright look in them.
Clarice smiled. It didn’t seem bad, and with the way Illyana was looking at her? “Deal.” She pulled out the cash and handed it over. “I’m not sure we need a bag, I think she might clutch her precious the whole way home.”
Illyana stuck out her tongue, then almost with a smirk in her eyes, curled it to touch her nose. “I might, yesssss.” She winked and bounced and hugged Clarice. “Thank you, love, and you, madame!” She waved at the woman who waved back, amused, as Illyana hugged Clarice and pulled her away from the booth.
Laughing, Clarice held onto her as they moved. "What's the book about that it has you so enraptured?"
“It’s an ancient book or Russian folktales. And on the front is... “ She sighed and held the book up again, and pointed to one small figure, a glittering figure in white and silver, with horns and a tail and hooves. “It’s a darkchylde, like my dreamself.”
Illyana grinned. “And the stories are always good ones.”
“....Huh.” She snuggled against Illyana’s back and kissed her shoulder. “You’re hot as darkchylde. You’re hot as you. I love you.”
“And you are hot as you, too. Love you, too, beautiful woman.” She reached back and snuggled Clarice, feeling warm and loved. “Every day, I love you more.”
Clarice chewed on her lip, as emotions whapped her upside the head. Again. Illyana was good at that. “I don’t smother you or anything, right?”
Illyana kissed her softly. “Nope. Why do you think that?” She was honestly confused.
“because I feel like I get clingy. I know it’s stupid. I just want you to have your space when you need it.”
“Thank you. But I work and go to markets sometimes alone, and even talk to a few friends or have coffee with them. I do not think you are clingy.” Illyana smiled.
“Good.” Clarice grinned. “So are you going to try out for plays?”
“Yeppers! I’m going to ask advice from another actress I know so no one can say you gave me favoritism and such.” She nodded. She would ask Natasha.
“Yeah, I can’t...really do anything with you. It’s up to everyone else if you pass or fail.” Clarice had made that very clear when she’d brought the idea up at a meeting.
“I know. ANd if it ever is a problem, let me know. It just sounds fun, so it’s not like my hopes will be crushed if I can’t act in the plays.” She smiled softly. She had no issues with backing down even.
“It won’t be.” She squeezed Illyana’s hand. “Even if all you do is watch and support me I’m happy.”
“I will gladly do that! She grinned. “I could cheerlead you?”
“Without too much noise, we wouldn’t want to disturb people!”
Illyana smiled. “I could do that. Invisible and inaudible for anyone else to see...” She winked, eyes bright and mischievous. She knew just the outfit...
Clarice eyed her warily. But she loved and trusted Illyana, and liked to see what she had planned. “Okay so I promised you something....”
Illyana blinked. “Hmmm? What?” She did not recall, now. She grinned, though, smiling. “I like promises and ideas.”
Clarice took Illyana’s hand. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re sore.” And then she ported them away.
~fin~