Sebastian Vael (lordstarkhaven) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-03 22:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, penelope garcia, sebastian vael |
Who: Sebastian and Penelope (with cameos from the Vael family)
What: Penelope meets some of the family!
When: 9/29
Where: Sebastian's place
Rating/Warning: PG13 for veiled smut
Status: Complete
Sebastian was, quite frankly, enjoying himself on this date. Penelope had come over earlier, they’d talked, had dinner, watched a bit of telly, and just ended an extensive interlude in his bed. Once he’d caught his breath back, he looked up at her and smiled. “Might I go shower, milady?” he asked, sitting up. “You’re welcome to join me, even, but I can’t stand any more funny business for now.”
“I was thinking I could make us something to drink.” Garcia sat up as well, kissing his shoulder and smiling. “Scotch for you?” She rolled her shoulders, groaning when one popped. “I’ll have a shower when you’re done, probably.” It led her to wonder if they were to the staying the night phase.
“All right.” Sebastian went to go get a towel, debating if this was actually the right moment. But he’d chickened out so far this evening, so he just spat it out. “By the way. Erm. I’d be ... I was thinking. That we ought not to see. Other people?”
‘Ice or no’ had been what she was going to ask him, but then he blindsided her with his question. She was putting her hair up and she felt her arms dropping to her sides. “Shouldn’t we? I mean, I’m not, but ... are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” Even at times like this, Garcia couldn’t help but tease Sebastian. “Lord Vael Does Monogamy, I can see the headline now.”
“Maybe?” He instantly felt weird talking about this naked, but he stuck with it. “I mean. I don’t like that word, it sounds like we’re back in secondary school, but I don’t. That is. I just would like ... you, if that’s all right.” Not any Russian supermodels.
To offset the awkwardness, she pulled a sheet over her bosom. “I’ve been calling you my Sebastian. I didn’t know if you wanted to do the ... just us thing. But I usually call my gentlemen friends my beaus. Well. Since I entered my thirties.”
“I like that.” He did, he wasn’t just saying that. “It’s elegant.” But he smiled more genuinely at her. “Lo was giving me hell because we hadn’t had the Exclusivity Discussion, but he did make me think. I don’t really ... I don’t know, I’ve loved just being around you.”
That made her blush, and she ducked her head so that her hair (blonde with pink and green streaks that day) fell into her eyes. “I always look forward to being with you. I hope you know that. And it’s not just the sex, it’s always been that way. I’d like to think we’re friends first, beyond any romantic things.” God, relationships scared her. They ended messy and with broken people. But she’d risk it for Sebastian Vael. Hell, she was probably more likely to end up broken with him, but here she was, risking it. Not caring.
“That’s how it ought to be.” He smiled at her. “But I must admit, the thought of you shagging another bloke right now makes a knot form in my stomach, so I have to tell you so and see what you say.”
“The idea of you kissing another girl makes me want to cry,” she murmured. Standing up, she moved to wrap her arms around him. “You’re my beau. I’m your whatever you want to call me. But I’m yours, twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five.” She tiptoed up to kiss him, her arms still resting on his shoulders.
He somehow felt unbelievably relieved after hearing that. “Thank you,” he murmured, still smiling. “I’m glad.” He kissed her once more, longing and slow, and headed for the shower.
Her favorite part of Sebastian leaving was watching him go. Openly, she cocked her head to the side, ogling for a moment. Then she pulled back on her tank top and panties and padded toward the kitchen. She’d poured herself a glass of wine and him two fingers of scotch when the phone rang.
Shit.
Did she pick up? Did she let the machine get it? Erring on politeness and Sebastian being a businessman, she picked up the phone. “Vael residence,” she answered in her most professional voice.
There was a moment of silence, and then some hissing on the line. Eventually the person on the other end spoke, sounding amused. “Vael residence, you said?” The voice was elderly, but relatively strong. “And which one of his Cali-tarts would this lovely voice belong to?”
The accent was clearly Scottish, and Garcia couldn’t help but laugh. “My name is Penelope Garcia, sir. He’s just in the shower, but I can let him know to phone you back when he’s done? It shouldn’t be too much longer, he always takes quick ones. I swear, he just runs in there and spins around like Wonder Woman.”
“You’ve been around more than once to see it? Mm.” The voice was even more amused. “Interesting. This is his father, my lass.”
“We’ve been dating for .. gosh, a month or so? A month and a half? But we’ve been friends for four months or so.” She bit her lower lip to keep herself from giggling; his father’s accent was even more broad than Sebastian’s. “He’s mentioned you, sir, I know he misses you and his sister both.”
“Dating?” Sebastian’s father sounded incredulous. “I never heard about another supermodel. Is he embarrassed?”
“Oh, sir, I’m not a model, super or plain kind. I’m in IT. I met Bast in a coffee shop and offered to work for him so I could ogle him while he was still with that tramp Yelena. Sorry, sir. I’m sure she’s a lovely person and all, but email? Who dumps someone that way?” She had moved to lean against the counter, drinking her glass of red wine.
Sebastian’s father paused. “You took a job with my son solely to stare at him? I do appreciate your pair of bollocks, to admit that.” He laughed, deep and loud. “Apparently he does too! And that Russian woman? Hope that stroppy cow never does come to the Highlands.”
“Well, it was only part time in the evenings. I have a day job, sir. I help do white hat ops for Stark Industries.” She knew the name held global weight. “And ugh, she’s probably really sweet but I will duff her up.”
“Well, I’ve no idea what white-hat-ops are, but Stark, he’s a mover and shaker. And be careful, wee lassie, don’t catfight in front of my boy!” Lord Starkhaven laughed delightedly. “You’ll distract him!”
“Basically,” Garcia explained, “I poke holes in other company’s internet security programs and then fix them. Kind of like banks employing safecrackers to beef up their own security. And Tony’s a pookie, he recruited me personally.” Smiling when Lord Starkhaven laughed, she couldn’t help teasing his son. “Oh, I distract him already, your Lordship. I think it’s why he keeps me around.”
“Good girl!” Sebastian’s father chuckled. “He needs a bit of distracting, but apparently you know how much to give him.”
“All work and no play makes him a dull boy, but I don’t know if I’d keep him around if he was just a libertine.” Garcia chuckled. “Oh! I’ll have to get you a Christmas present! What’s your favorite color? I usually knit everyone scarves just because. I’m making Bast the Fourth Doctor’s scarf, no telling him.”
“You’re even a fan of Doctor Who. He’s found the American unicorn.” Lord Starkhaven sighed.
“Is there someone who isn’t? We were just watching it, we’re working our way through all of them. We’re only on two now.” She bit her lower lip. “Why am I a unicorn? I mean, I am fabulous and sparkly, but I’m guessing that’s not your meaning.”
“He doesn’t date lassies who aren’t fans of Doctor Who, dear.” The frail chuckle that followed was a trifle amused, but spiraled into a cough.
“God bless you, sir. And it’s good to know he has standards. Does he ask girls to stop seeing other people? That he wants them to be his?” She was twirling her hair around a finger, trying not to giggle.
“Who are you, that you can do that?” Lord Starkhaven laughed. “You must be a witch, lass.”
“While I am rather enchanting, nope. Just a computer geek.” Garcia was fully beet red, and she blinked when she heard the shower turn off. “He should be out of the shower in a tic if you still need him.”
“Yes please, I still have business to discuss with him.” The old man laughed, which turned into a cough again. “Damnable summer colds!”
“Have you been eating garlic? Garlic and protein will help. Have someone make you some chicken noodle soup with lots of garlic in it, and some egg too. You’ll be better in a day - hey, sweetheart.” She beamed up at her boyfriend, dripping though he was.
Sebastian blinked. Who would be ringing him at this hour? He nodded a thank you to Penelope, taking the phone. A look of terror soon appeared on his face. “Da! What’re you doing speak - ”
He broke off, listening to his father. “No.” Another pause. “No.” Another. “About three months. Bloody hell, I can’t - no. No, I’d prefer to marry a woman for a reason other than giving you a grandchild.” Humiliation seemed imminent.
That made Garcia burst out laughing. “Oh! Bast, ask him what his favorite color is!” She bit her lip, fully staring at her half naked, damp boyfriend.
Sebastian sighed as his father nattered on. “Oh. Penelope wants to know your favourite colour.” A pause. “No, I’ve no idea why. He says light blue,” he told Penelope, bright pink in the face.
That made Garcia smile, and she made a note of it in her phone. “Thanks.” She couldn’t help herself, leaning over to gently nibble on his neck.
Sebastian did smile at that, even if he was still mortally embarrassed. “Da, can we perhaps get onto the purpose of you ringing me?” He sighed, turning to go into another room with the call.
Instead of trying to eavesdrop like some women may have, Garcia went to the kitchen to make them post sex snacks. Humming as she chopped tomatoes for a bruschetta, she finished her glass of wine and then moved to pour herself a glass of Sebastian’s scotch.
By the time he was finished with his phone call, there was food and drink and Penelope working furiously on her ever present laptop.
Sebastian had put on a pair of trousers and a t-shirt, and walked back into the kitchen. “I’m so sorry about him, lass. He’s a pervy old man, even has been since before Mum passed.”
Garcia looked up from leveling her Troll Priest. “Hmm? Oh, he was a sweetheart, Bast. He said I enchanted you.”
“What?” Sebastian’s eyebrows went up. “My da?” Well, he reflected, Da would have done his best to embarrass him, even when he wasn’t around.
“Mmhmm. I told him that while enchanting, no witchcraft was used in our relationship.” Garcia stood up to go wrap arms around her still damp, still half naked beau.
“I’m just astonished he didn’t make some insinuation about how much I’ve paid you.” Sebastian kissed her forehead, letting her hug him. “I don’t want anyone to be horrid to you, even my father.”
“No, no, nothing like that. We talked about Doctor Who and where I work.” She kissed along his chest gently, breathing in the smell of freshly washed boyfriend. “I know you just took a shower and all, but what would you say about getting dirty again?”
Sebastian mock sighed. “You’ll be the death of me.” He smiled, just about to snog her back, when the phone rang again.
He was able to hear something that few had at that moment. Penelope Garcia outright growled. “Nooo,” she whined.
Sebastian sighed. “I’ll get rid of whomever,” he promised, because the phone wasn’t exactly where he wanted to be, either.
He went to go pick up. “Sebastian Vael. Em?” He blinked hard, covering the phone. “It’s my sister,” he whispered to Penelope. “What the bloody hell are you ringing me for? It’s got to be nigh on midnight; don’t you have a husband who needs tucking in?” There was a long pause. “Oh, f - Da rang you just because I have a lady friend over?”
Not able to stay mad for long, Garcia bit her lower lip. “Ask her what her favorite color is!” She went to pour them each a glass of scotch. Normally Garcia didn’t drink whisky, but this was a special occasion.
Sebastian nodded, given he couldn’t currently get a word in edgewise. “Her name is Penelope. She’s a computer technician, she works for Tony Stark and Em, what’s your favourite colour? Pink,” he said to Garcia over his shoulder, before confronting an explosion of noise from the receiver. “Yes, she’s here! You’re interrupting!”
Garcia’s eyes went wide when she took a sip of her scotch, making a note about the favorite color in her phone. Oh dear. Clearly he and his sister got on like she got on with her stepbrothers - loudly but well.
“Maker,” Sebastian sighed. “None of your bloody business, Lady Vael.” A pause. “Maybe, if things keep going well. That’s rather up to her, isn’t it?” Another pause. “Well, if it’s any consolation, Penelope thinks Yelena was a stroppy cow about it, too.”
“I’m sure she’s lovely,” Garcia muttered, “but I hope she never gets another job and ends up in Siberia, singing the matchmaker song over and over while wearing a babushka, all alone with her husky.”
It was hard for him not to laugh at the visual. “It’s true,” he said to Emma. “She gets grumbly and wishes all manner of cliched hardships upon the woman.” His tone was fond now, and surely Emma was audible through the receiver, saying she felt as though she could be sick.
“I hope your sister isn’t up the duff,” Garcia said sweetly, batting her eyelashes.
That got a shout of laughter from him. “Be nice!” Sebastian told her, unable to stop the laughter. “What? She said she hopes you aren’t up the duff, if you’ll be sick so easily! Serves you right, you know.”
Another pause, and then Sebastian grinned. “She says she likes you already,” he told Penelope.
Garcia laughed, moving to hug him again, still kissing his chest. “Good, I like your family liking me.” She nipped his chest a bit more firmly, wondering if she could make him do that cute squawky noise he made.
That didn’t do it, but he was starting to get impatient with Emma nattering on. “Luv, I hate to cut you off,” he said, ignoring her ‘no you don’t’, “but I should see Penelope out. Don’t make me be a rude host.” A pause. “Thank you, darling. My best to Henry. You can torture me later.”
But Garcia was going to torture him just then, moving to her knees and gently nibbling on his hip. Girlfriend’s prerogative.
That really was rude. “Em, I really have to be off.” Sebastian sighed. “I mean.” Shit.
Giggling, Garcia moved his towel and looked up at him, eyes innocent. Her hands, however, were not.
He heard that laughter, and it made him want to spank her. “You’re a brat,” he told her, amused. “No, damn it, not you, Em. Goodbye, luv.” He hung up the phone. “She’ll shout at me later.”
“She’ll live,” Garcia grinned. “Are you mad at me?”
“No.” Sebastian laughed. “You’re not mad at my insane family.”
“They’re not insane, they’re quite sweet, actually.” Leaning forward, she stopped talking for a moment, figuring he’d prefer her mouth put to other uses.
He really was fond of her. Really, really.