Vanille Dia prayed for a miracle (a_new_dawn) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-25 17:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, oerba dia vanille, oerba yun fang |
"Oh you are in such big trouble, mate!"
Who: Fang, Vanille
What: First fancy date!
When: 07/19
Where: At a nice restaurant! Somewhere with potato skins.
Ratings/Warnings: PG for mild flirting and being adorable.
Status: Complete!
Three hours. It was the longest that Fang had taken to get ready for anything ever in the history of her life. She wanted to look right, to smell right, to feel like she was going to make Vanille’s heart skip a beat.
She wasted a full thirty minutes staring at the Sari in her closest, fingering it and touching it and wondering where it had come from. She’d thrown it on the bed then settled for dress slacks, a white shirt unbuttoned just so, and a black vest. The urge to pull the dream clothing on was nigh overwhelming. Eventually she packed it in a bag to show Vanille.
Slightly ironic in the grand scheme of things, Vanille hadn't taken as much time as Fang had. A quick shower and the usual 20 minutes of maintenance on her hair, some makeup. She was a little nervous, though, and it did take her thirty minutes to decide what to wear.
Eventually she'd settled on a pale gold dress with sequins and beading on it in a variety of earthy colors. The skirt was fun, a bit full and frothy and it swirled around her thighs as she walked. She'd opted to leave her red curls down, and went for some heeled sandals instead of something sexier. She wanted to be comfortable, and tended to fall right off of the fancier shoes.
She snapped a quick picture of herself to show Belle, then took a seat and waited. Somewhat impatiently. Alright, she waited while fidgeting with candy crush on her phone.
Fang walked in, looking around for Vanille, nervous and a little unsure of herself. When she saw Vanille’s curls, her pale skin and that golden dress, she felt her breath stolen away. She didn’t snap out of it until someone bumped into her. “Sorry.”
She strode up to the table and looked down at Vanille, her eyes drinking in the woman from head to toe. “God y’look so good.”
She wasn't looking down at Vanille for very long, because the other woman jumped out of the chair as soon as she remembered how to find her legs. Instead of flinging her arms around Fang's neck, she stared for a bit, suddenly worried about mussing the other woman up, "I'm afraid to wrinkle you!"
Fang nearly kissed her. Her mouth was open a little and she’d pulled Vanille tighter in her arms as her breath started to grow a little ragged. She loosened her grip and swallowed. “I...that’s okay, Vanille. You can wrinkle me.”
The girl managed to disarm her with one action, and Fang’s entire attitude melted at the warmth of her body.
She had it so bad.
Fang was warm and cuddly and comfortable and smelled so very good. Vanille just wanted to forget about dinner and skip straight to curling up somewhere, but the sound her stomach was making reminded her that she probably needed the food.
She'd been so excited about the date that evening that she might have forgotten to eat something.
It made Fang chuckle. She guided Vanille back to her seat and sat down across from her. “Order whatever you want, sweet thing.” Her voice was gentle, and she was a little enraptured.
"I'm so hungry! I think I mighta forgotten the part where you eat things today. I was too busy thinking about you!" Vanille grinned sheepishly at Fang as she took a seat, and grabbed up her menu. The prices were a little outlandish, and she was kind of glad that they were both making enough money to support something like this.
She fidgeted a bit in her chair, her feet stretching across to find Fang's and idly play with them while she looked the menu over, "Oh wow, why's it always so many choices everywhere?"
That made Fang forget her words. She swallowed again, her stomach doing acrobatics as she processed that thought. She licked her lips and ordered some wine, then sat back as she contemplated what she wanted.
Until Vanille’s feet landed on hers and she nearly giggled. She pinched her leg under the table, then asked for a water. “Well, leave room for dessert. They have this strawberry cake....”
"Oooo. Well, maybe it's good that I forgot t'eat then, so I can have room for strawberry cake!" Vanille declared, her eyes practically in crescent-moons over how good the cake sounded. She wanted to skip straight to dessert, but that was just silly.
"Oh! We should try one of these appetizers! Look, they've got those potatoes with the fillings in..."
“We’ll get one of those to share,” Fang said, reaching over with her hand to move the menu a bit to peek at what she was looking at. She took the opportunity to brush her fingers along Vanille’s hand.
It was like electricity. Fang's touch had maybe always been that way, but Vanille felt like it was even stronger since she started dreaming about Fang in another place. It was almost like the other woman was her destiny.
She bent the menu a bit to show her, "See? They look really delicious. With bacon bits an'sour cream an'cheese and things!"
Vanille’s feet were still sending amazing signals up Fang’s spine. She had to stroke her hand again, trailing a light circle on Vanille’s skin. “I think I’ll go for a steak. Simple, an’ I know I’ll like it. I’ll still have some room for dessert after.” There was a little purr in her voice as she said dessert.
It sent shivers up the younger woman's spine. In fact, she really did shiver a bit in place, then giggle at herself. Getting to be like this with Fang was really wonderful. She was almost sure that once Fang started dreaming it would all change.
Those thoughts got instantly pushed out of her mind, and she nodded, "Steak sounds really nice! I'll get one o'those salads with it instead of a potato since we're havin' potatoes already."
It hadn’t changed. If nothing else, it had only gotten stronger. The protective urges were even stronger. She prayed that Vanille never did dream. That the other woman could live in blissful ignorance. “...no such thing as too much potatoes...”
"There is if you want t'be healthy! You gotta have some greens, too!" Vanille laughed, and put her menu down. The server came over with the wine and poured them both a glass, which she took up and sniffed at delicately. Hanging out with Belle had taught her a bit about wines, and this one smelled like it'd be light, and crisp.
After their order was taken she actually sipped at it, "Oh you're good at pickin' these out."
“As long as they’re salted right.” Fang made a face. “The yanks don’t salt things the way they used to.” It was truly disappointing. She picked up her glass and sipped at it. She let the liquid steel her. Give her some much needed courage.
“Tell me ‘bout your job?”
"Well... there's not really that much t'say about it. I mean, I have a lot of fun and I feel like maybe I'm a little overpaid for what I do. I'm a night clerk, so I get to work evenings instead, and it's like... running errands for the researchers, mostly. Makin' sure they have food and caffeine or the right stuff they need to get their research done! Sometimes I do some researchin' for them, too."
The wine was already making her feel just a bit warm and tingly, and she'd only really had half a glass. She giggled a bit, "I thought Mr. Frost was scary, but he's not. We had lunch once!"
“Well evenings are good. I work most evenings, an’ late nights,” Fang replied, nodding her head. “So you’re like a gopher? Do y’get to do other things? Fun things?” She didn’t want Vanille to just be a glorified secretary. “That’s good. Don’t do right to be scared of your boss.” Hopefully Fang didn’t need to be scared of the boss.
"It's all fun!" Vanille declared, giggling a bit. She never saw herself as some glorified secretary. Her job was very important, "They really depend on me, y'know? And Mr. Frost thinks I'm doin' a really good job! He talked to me about maybe takin' some college classes, too. You know, like at a University here."
She took another sip off her wine and glanced at Fang, wanting to see the other woman's reaction to that idea.
“You should. That’s not a bad idea.” Fang could respect the old man for that suggestion, even if she wished she’d thought of it herself. She was worried that Vanille wouldn’t...need her. She hadn’t felt needed in so long though, that she thought it wouldn’t really matter.
"Only I don't really know what I'd want t'do..." Vanille added, trailing off a bit. It was hard for her to think through that part of it. She'd never really been one for making plans for the future. She felt dizzy just thinking through to next week sometimes.
"I feel like, sometimes, it's silly to plan so far ahead."
Fang practically jumped on the chance to help. “So take some generalized courses until you find the thing you want to do. That way you’ve got all the base stuff outta t’way, an’ then you can start pursuin’ whatever dreams you got.”
Vanille paled a bit a the mention of dreams, but she recovered quickly enough and shook her head, "I think it's mainly that the only big dream I had was finding you again! And... I did, so I'm happy again! I don't really know what else I'd want besides that..."
Except maybe to make the people around her happy. If going back to school would, then she thought she'd want to do it, just for that.
“Dreamed ‘bout you nearly every night,” Fang replied, cheekily. She reached over and took Vanille’s hand, stroking her knuckles.
"Wow, really? You mean... after you thought I was...?" Vanille couldn't help but shiver a bit at the touch, which instantly set another lightning shock rippling up her arm. She ducked her head a bit and blushed, "I never stopped thinking about you, never. But... I think I already told you that!"
“You were still alive in my dreams. Sometimes I wanted t’crawl into them an’ never crawl back out,” she admitted, truthfully. “‘Ventually they faded a bit. But never forgot you.”
"I don't think I ever woulda forgot you, either! You were such a big part of my life before, you know... well, we've talked about that a lot already, so I'm sure you do know!" Vanille replied cheerfully, her face scrunching up a bit from how widely she was smiling. Truthfully, she was really glad that Fang was talking about a completely different kind of dream than the ones Vanille was having now.
Both of her feet snuggled against Fang's as the appetizer showed up. It smelled really, really good and she quickly stole the skin with the most cheese on it before Fang could grab anything.
“You little...” Fang said with a gasp. She laughed, picking up a salt packet to salt her helping once she had it on a plate. It wasn’t seasoned as much as she’d like. Despite her mock mocking, she stared at Vanille with a great deal of lust and fondness in her eyes.
Vanille gasped at Fang, a mock response to her friend's mock mocking, "You don't need all o'that extra cheese, it's just more stuff to add salt to!"
“I’m takin’ it anyway,” Fang said defiantly, then took a huge bite of the cheese, eating it dramatically.
"FANG!" Vanille protested, flailing her arms as her date stole the potato skin off of her plate. She got up out of her chair and put her hands on her hips, "Oh you are in such big trouble, mate!"
Fang’s eyes moved up Vanille’s legs, to her hips and thighs, then up her chest to her face. She looked so adorable right now - and so hot. “and..and..how will y’punish me?” She sounded like there was a frog in her throat.
"Well... I'm going to..." Vanille pondered that, bringing up a hand to rub against her chin thoughtfully. There wasn't much she could really do to punish Fang, all things considered, so this was a really hard choice.
But she clapped her hands together and declared, "I've got it! NO snuggles for you tonight. Not even a good night kiss!"
“I wasn’t expecting either!” Fang laughed, trying to recover her composure. There was a tightness in her chest and a need deep inside her that was difficult to conceal, let alone ignore. She had a physical craving to get her arms around Vanille. And a kiss.... “But I don’t think I’d kiss you anyway. I’d ruin you on kisses forever.”
"Oh, y'really think so? You'd ruin me on kissin'?" Vanille raised her eyebrows, more intrigued than anything, which was probably Fang's entire plan. Her hands slipped back down to her hips, and then she suddenly decided she needed to be sitting.
Mainly to deal with the weak kneed feeling that suddenly came over her, "Well... then.. it's probably good we aren't kissin' then.."
Her voice was a bit breathless.
"Yes, probably a good thing." Fang rubbed at her throat, trying to loosen it. She realized she couldn't stand right now, even if she wanted to. So it was good she was sitting.
"I'd be the best kiss you ever had."
"I hear kissin' like that is more of a... third date thing, anyway," Vanille whispered.
She was suddenly no longer interested in her wine OR her potato skins.
“I thought this was our third date,” Fang replied, innocently. “Or are you forgettin’ lunch?”
“Silly, lunch doesn’t count as a date! This’ really only our first one,” Vanille corrected. She grinned at Fang, “You’re gonna have to wait for two entire other dates before you can kiss me the best kiss I’ve ever had!”
“I think I might die,” Fang said, with an elaborate sigh. “Can I settle for those cuddles?”
"Well... maybe I'll let you have the cuddles...” Vanille trailed off, smirking a bit. She looked like she was hatching some kind of extremely mischievous plan, and to her, it really was, “But only if you let me have a bit of your dessert!"
She liked sweet things more than salty ones, anyway, and the desserts at this restaurant were supposed to be really good. She had Fang right where she wanted her, no one would refuse trading dessert bites for cuddles!
Not even Fang.