Gabriel wants to know if you're gonna eat that (just_desserts) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-26 18:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, delirium, gabriel |
Who: Delirium and Gabriel
What: CANDY! Also meeting the dog, and maybe some ftb make-outs
When: 10/20ish
Where: Just Desserts, then Gabe’s bachelor pad
Rating: High...ish? Eh.
Status: Complete
So, Gabby was right and Del had found the candy store. It’d taken a while. She’d gotten distracted. There was a kitty and she wanted to play with it and then she climbed a tree and then she made faces with a mime (why did people hate mimes? they were so silly!) BUT! She made it. It was late though, just a little bit before the sign on the door said it was going to close and she didn’t know if Gabby was working or not.
Del thought about this for a very long moment and then decided to open the door anyway. It was so colorful and she wanted to eat and paint with everything. Could you paint with candy? Probably not, but she wanted to make things with those colors and and and.
Unable to help herself, Del let out an excited little squeek.
The store was bright, with racks and rows of baskets of candy, most of it boasting behind hand made, other stuff just cute novelty. On the far side of the shop there were several sets of tables and a few booths, all adorned with torn paper and baskets of crayons. But it was the other side of the room that mattered most: The treats counter -- every measure of chocolate candy and dessert displayed proudly in glass and behind that, Gabriel leaning on it with a half crooked smile and his chin rested on his palm.
It'd been a while since he'd seen her - nearly a week now - but he hadn't forgotten, and now he was pleased she'd found her way. "Like what you see, sweetness?" He was always a flirt with just about everyone who walked into his shop, be it couples or old ladies, but that didn't make it any less genuine this time around.
Del finally tore herself away from staring at all the candy (alllll of it! It was everywhere! And she knew the man who owned it or maybe made it too and it was Great!) to look at Gabriel. Excited to the point of meekness, Del nodded at him, wide-eyed.
She sort of bounced her way over to him, letting movement calm her down. “The candy looks pretty good too,” she said, poking his nose gently.
Clicking his teeth in the direction of her finger (he wouldn't really bite though! Not unless she asked him to), Gabe gave a little laugh. "That so?" He asked, clearly pleased and amused enough to flex a little playfully behind the counter.
"What'll it be? Chocolate? Or something else?" He was already reaching down to grab some chocolate covered strawberries for her. They didn't last an exceptionally long time and so were something he often just sort of handed out near the end of the day.
Del leaaaaaaaaned over the counter and looked at what he was doing. It probably would’ve been easier to crouch down and look, but that was less fun. “Oooh, strawberries.” Still half splayed across the counter, she looked up at him.
He glanced up, grinning and wondering if her feet were even touching the ground at this point, considering how far she was leaned over the dessert case. "You like?" He asked, eyebrows waggling even as he reached up with one to offer it to her. Maybe like, feed it to her. Because it was hard to resist.
Definitely like feed it to her. Del kept eye contact while she took a big juicy bite, laughing a little as juice dribbled down her chin.
It was hard to not find that appealing -- and if he had to be honest, Gabe wasn't really trying not to either. He smiled, a little less goofy and a little more enamored. "You're going to wreck me," he decided, but didn't much sound like he minded even as he stood up enough to lick the strawberry and chocolate from her mouth. A little forward, but he doubted she'd mind at all.
Del turned that little lick into a slow, delightful kiss, hanging onto the edge of the counter while she brought both legs up behind her. “Am I?” she asked, sounding for all the world like she didn’t understand what he meant.
Which was okay. He knew what he meant and that seemed just good enough for now. He curved his lips until everything was more a smile than a kiss but still was close and sweet in more than one way. "Yeah. I think so." He pulled away then and bit his lower lip for a moment. "Shops about closed. Wanna do something once I'm done?"
“Can I meet your dog?” Del asked excitedly. She knew he had a dog, or maybe a cat, but Gabe seemed more like a dog person than a cat one and there was hair on his coat when she met him. All white and wiry.
"Marco?" Gabe actually perked up at that a little (as if he weren't already a perky guy); he loved his dog, a little scrappy terrier that was always pleased as punch in disposition. "Yeah, sure. He loves people and new people that'll give him treats."
“Polo!” What? That was what you said when someone said Marco. Del grinned and shifted on the counter to sit properly on it. “I like your store.” One leg crossed over the other and she looked at everything from this end.
That was exactly what someone said when Marco came up. It was the exact point of the name. Sort of, it was a little game that Gabe allowed himself to play constantly when he spoke to his dog. Which, obviously, he did often.
"Do you?" He asked, sliding a few more strawberries over to her on a little paper plate. "Me too. S'kinda my gig. You don't mind hanging out for a few while I close up, do ya?"
Del nibbled at the strawberries. “Well I hope you like your store, it is your store,” she pointed out, reaching over to thread her fingers through his hair. “‘Course I don’t mind.”
"I doubt everyone likes what they do for a living, even if they own it," Gabe said, scooting out from behind the counter at the little break between desserts and wall. "Then again, they're probably boring." The soles of his sneakers scuffed against the floor as he bobbed over to the door to lock it. Last minute customers weren't happening tonight.
He figured he'd just pop in earlier tomorrow to do all the major cleaning as he had no real interest in sweeping or mopping today. It was an easy run down after that, pulling a register, but not bothering to count it before he locked it in his little office in the back, and then making sure there was nothing on in the kitchen that might lead to disaster later on (there wasn't, he did most his actual kitchen magic in the morning, after all).
Del waited as patiently as she could while she nibbled on her strawberries (which were, of course, still super delicious,) and played with one of the doo-dads on the counter. Her siblings never believed she could actually sit still for longer than a few seconds and she was totally proving them all wrong. She smiled to herself, legs swinging happily.
When Gabe came back out, she grinned at him. “Hey handsome!” She liked kissing him. He was very, very good at that. Maybe once she met Marco Polo, she could kiss him some more.
Marco Polo probably wouldn't mind if they kissed, so long as he was given the dinner he so obviously deserved. All in all, it would probably work out well for everyone involved.
"Hey, sweetness," He greeted, even though he'd really only been gone for a few minutes. "All set?" And yeah, okay, he kissed her again even while he lifted her from her seat on the counter and back to the floor (a magical feat, considering he wasn't the tallest of dudes). It was almost laughable how much of a comfortable thing it seemed like, especially since this was only their second time meeting.
Feet on the floor again, she put her arms on his shoulders and stole another kiss. He was very, very good at that. “All set if you are.”
Lotsa practice was what it came down to. Or.. uh. Natural talent and know how. One of the two. He rocked back onto his heels and gave something that might have passed for a nod in some circles.
After that it was just a matter of locking up and setting the security system before they were on their way. He didn't live so far away, and so tended to walk to work. "Find the place okay? How's your week?"
“I got here didn’t I?” Del asked, but it was rhetorical and really the best anyone could expect from her as far getting somewhere went. “I had my own apartment for a while, but I kept losing it so I moved back in with my sister-brother. I’d rather live with Didi, but Des says she’s busy a lot and doesn’t have time for me.”
Del shrugged again, getting sadder. “And nobody wants to buy my clothes.” Which was probably because she didn’t know how to sew, but she was pretty sure she’d figure that out.
That was a lot to take in. Gabe stuck his hands into the pockets of his jeans and half bounced in his walking step. "Sister-brother?" He thought she'd mentioned that before. "How do you lose an apartment? Got a lot of siblings? What kind of clothes do you make?"
“Des,” Del clarified as if that made total sense. “I lost it. I lose lots of things, but I find other things, so it balances out. I have six siblings, well seven counting Deryn, but she’s not really my sibling except she is now because I said so.” She puffed up with pride (or defensiveness, one of the two,) “I make pretty clothes. It’s not my fault apparently other people have no taste.”
"Thats a lot of sister brothers," Gabe said with a grin and a shrug. Hey, he'd take it in stride, because why not? "I've got a few brothers myself. And maybe more. Depending on what winged nut job you ask." His eyebrows dipped low here, because he was still thinking on that. "And a brother in law. Which counts?
I'm sure they're great clothes," he agreed, although he wasn't really. He'd take her word for it though.
“No, only the one sister-brother. The rest are all very set in their gender identities,” Del said, nodding firmly. “I’ll show you them sometime! Later. I’ve already decided that after I play with Marco Polo, we’re kissing a lot tonight.” What? A girl had to have priorities. “Winged nut job?”
Hey, as long as they were all on the same page? Gabe made a half wiggled nodding sort of gesture as if to say he was thinking about it and pretty okay with it. Obviously.
"Yeah. You know. Winged--uh. Yeah, maybe you don't know. Just some weird people with weird dreams. And then you get cool superpowers. It's nuts. Sooo last year OC."
“I want cool superpowers!” Del said, though it was somewhere between a mix of excitement (having already decided she was getting them,) and a whine (at not having them yet.)
"What kind would you want?" Hey, might as well turn a conversation about weird into a twenty questions date sort of situation. If this was a date. Gabriel wasn't really sure, they'd never really talked about it. They were just two cool cats who liked kissing as far as he could tell, and that was just fine by him.
“All the kinds!” Del said, throwing her arms up in the air and spinning around while they made their way down the sidewalk. “I’m not picky. Anything would be cool.”
There was a joke here about how having an inner GPS might help her out, and while Gabriel had it in him to be rather cruel in his humor, he couldn't quite manage doing it with Del. So he didn't. Instead he just gave an indulgent hum and fished his keys from his pocket. "I think it'd be cool to breathe underwater."
“And talk to fishies,” Del said, excited. “And swim with dolphins and see how deep things go and evade the police.” All very good reasons if you asked her.
He paused at that, no matter if it was because they'd ended up on his doorstep or not. "Do you… evade the police often?" Apparently it didn't seem that much of a concern though, since he stuck his key into the lock and opened the deadbolt anyway. Happy yipping from behind the door ensued. "Marco!"
“No, but you never know when you might need an adventure,” Del replied pointedly. And then, well, “Polo!”
Obviously Polo. The door opened wide and a happy, tiny (although oddly sturdy) terrier zoomed out, prancing, bouncing and generally just vibrating around their feet. "Aww, he likes you!"
Del couldn’t help but pick the dog up and hug him to her chest while it licked wildly at her neck. She laughed brightly, rubbing his fur like she’d known him and loved him all his life. “I’m glad. New friends are always good.”
And wasn't that the truth? Gabe patted both dog and girl on the head and then lead his way into his place, heading directly for the kitchen to grab some treats for Del to feed the dog. Marco was a spoiled little asshole, but he really did love the guy.
"Make yourself at home," he said, even as he handed the mini milk bones over.
Del set the dog down because he was kinda heavy and squirmy. He bounced around by her legs and when he finally managed to sit down (and roll over) she gave him his treat. “Your house smells like comfort.” Like chocolate and warmth and good things. Gabriel got that, didn’t he?
Of course he got it. It was half of who he was. The other half was bad jokes turned mean and weird porn, but that really wasn't the point here. Really. "Thank you," he said, and quite meant it. "Now kisses. Then I'll make you dinner."
“Oh,” she said softly, “but I ate already. There was a really nice hotdog man and I had two and he just let me.” But kisses she could do. Kisses she really, really wanted to do if she were being honest (which she was, lying took too much effort to keep track of.) She walked over to Gabriel’s couch and sat down comfortably on it, clearly waiting for him to join her. Him and not Marco Polo, who was obviously thinking about it.
Marco Polo did that. He was a little couch hog, for being so tiny, and he probably would be interested in getting some kisses of his own in. Wet, tongue ones. It wasn't pretty. And honestly the dog wasn't poorly trained he was just enthusiastic. Much like Gabe.
"That's okay," he said, because he liked picturing Del just being given things because she was… well. Adorable. Hell, he wanted to give her things. Just for no reason. It was weird and went against everything he knew.
So he plopped down on the couch next to her, and tugged her arm playfully until she leaned over for a kiss.
The kiss Gabe got was slow and sensual. Her hand rested on his chest to draw him closer. This was a thing they were doing now, enthusiastic dog or not. Del liked kisses a lot, but she was pretty sure that Gabe’s were the best. He just tasted like his house smelled, all warm and comfortable and giving and sweet. She was definitely going to remember better where his shop and his house were so she could get even more kisses and more than that if he wanted it. She was pretty sure he did.
He was pretty sure he did too. Maybe not this second because she sort of came off as this perfect innocence and it was really hard to wrap his head around -- Del was the sort of girl he just wanted to think about and that was really weird. Maybe he needed to talk to his socially awkward, useless brother about it.
And he was so definitely not thinking about his brother while he was kissing a girl with wild hair colors. Nope. He focused on that instead, all slow kisses and little tastes by licking lightly at her bottom lip. He could get used to this.
Del found herself making a very soft, very wanting sound against Gabriel’s lips. It didn’t take much at all for her to decide she wanted to be closer to him, and less to get from that thought to straddling his hips so she could.
Which, basically? Was sort of a spot he really liked her in. Gabe hummed out his approval and didn't think it mattered at all that it was out of tune. "You," he told her between kisses. "Are a little perfect." He wanted nothing more than to clutch at her hips and tilt her closer. So he did.
A little gasp and she did, indeed, settle closer, hips rolling just a little against his while she got comfortable. “Funny. I was thinking the same of you.”
That hip roll was gonna be dangerous business, he could just tell. "We're both probably right," Gabe smirked, and didn't even miss a beat when he had to forcefully push Marco away with the palm of his hand.
While Gabe was minding the dog, Del was completely not bothered by it and leaned in closer to kiss along his neck and jaw. And, because she liked the response she got from him, she moved her hips just a little bit again.
Which really only made Gabe offer a tiny squeak of a noise, one of which he wasn't too concerned about being manly. And shit, that was good because it wasn't.
"Ooohkay there, sweetness." he said, wriggling his fingers at her uselessly, as if he just wasn't sure what he was trying to say.
“Sorry,” she said, easing back a little and then off of him.
"Nope," blurted Gabe, and it was awkward and fast and backed up with a shit eating grin because that was just how he was. "No being sorry. You do wicked things to places I haven't bothered naming."
“You seem awfully old to have not named your dick yet,” Del said pursing her lips. She pointed at her boobs. “This is Bert and this is Ernie.” Tilting her head she asked (once Marco Polo jumped up into her lap,) “are we going slow or are you just not interested?” She was interested. She was very, very interested, but if he wasn’t she should probably find out now so she didn’t waste too much of her time pining over what wasn’t gonna happen.
Not sure if he should be more weirded out that she called him old, thought he should name his dick or named her tits after gay characters on Sesame Street, Gabe only stared for a hot second. "Uhmmm?"
Followed closely by, "Oh no. I'm interested. I totally am. I was trying to be you know nice and not not nice." Welp, there went all common sense and proper sentences.
Del frowned at him. “I don’t know what you’re saying.”
He laughed at that, and it bubbled out of him, a bright noise. "No. Me neither. I'm interested." Little sentences were the best sentences.
“And you’re trying not to...pressure me?” she asked, trying to parse her way through this with him. It was very odd for her to be so thoroughly confused.
It wasn't at all odd that he had gone into quick speaking and making no sense. It was sort of a thing that he did sometimes. Possibly it had to do with all the sugar he ate on a daily basis.
"Yes. Cor-rect." He over pronounced that one just because he could.
“Gabby,” Del said, holding his gaze for a rare, completely serious moment. Those hurt to do too often so she avoided them when possible. “I know what I was doing. You’re not pressuring me. Promise.”
"Oh," said Gabe, taking a moment for that to really filter into his brain. When it did, he gave a lopsided sort of smile and an eyebrow raise. "Well, then get the hell back on my lap, Sweetness." Hey, he didn't need to be told twice.
And with that, Marco Polo was unceremoniously returned to the floor while Del got up and settled again. “I promise I’m not nearly as innocent as I look,” she said, smiling against his lips.
"Even if you named the twins Bert and Ernie?" Hey, a guy had to ask. No matter that, he settled his hands on her waist again, pulling her closer.
“Sometimes you need a little fun,” Del pointed out, rolling her hips again while she caught his mouth in a very deep kiss.
It was hard to argue with that outlook; Gabriel liked fun and considered himself to be fun. Fun enough to accept a nickname like Gabby without any thought. And anyway, they were kissing again and his tongue had better things to do than find words. It was only too easy to roll his hips upward in response to hers.
Now that Gabriel was definitely on the same page as her, Del saw no reason not to moan, to be a little bit lewd about it. She shifted her hips again, trying to nudge his hands upwards. “You can touch me, you know,” she said between kisses. Or, what would have been between kisses if Marco Polo hadn’t seen fit to bark at that very moment. Dogs.
"Marco!" Gabriel gave the dog a look. A 'don't be a cock blocker, damn you' look, and the little terrier seemed to actually get it, as it hopped off the couch and actually left the room. Gabriel was awesome.
And also a little lewd too, since that was about the time he saw fit to squeeze her breasts. Not like she hadn't given permission. "I think we're alone now," he said, in a rendition of a classic remake of a bad song by Tiffany.
Del giggled. It was the only proper reaction to that. “Maybe we should make sure nobody’s being smuggled in under our clothes,” she teased, catching his lower lip between her teeth.
"Good idea," and of course a response like that could only be whispered conspiratorially, even as his slid his hands down over her sides and fiddled with the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it back up with him. Kissing would have to be put on hold because there were some things that Gabe had to actually watch happen. It was just the way of things.
Del ducked out of her shirt, revealing a very, very colorful bra. Her hands ran down his chest and she pushed away to stand up. It was kind of a guess where his bedroom was, but if she got lost, he’d probably redirect her. As she walked away, she toed out of her shoes and undid the clasp on the waist of her skirt so that it fell to the ground, leaving her in only that bright bra and leggings in two different colors.
It was like. A porno. But like, a really sexy and oddly adorable porno. Gabriel was one hundred and fifteen percent behind that, and only paused long enough to get his shoes and socks off and watch her hips kinda do this swaying temptress thing before he was hopping up to follow her.
"First door on the -- uh. Left," he said, because no one needed to see his office space, and his bathroom wasn't spacious enough to matter. Marco Polo wisely trekked it back to the living room from his spot in the hall.
Del found it easily enough (even though left and right were hard and she had to make the L with her hand and then hope that it was the right L because both hands made l’s and that was a weird rule,) and went and flopped bodily on Gabriel’s bed, laughing while she did.
“Even your sheets smell like chocolate,” she said, all stretched out on her back and watching him walk through the door.
Gabe's grin was shameless over that, and he offered a little shrug. "What can I say? I like candy." He really did. His sweet tooth was a mile long, if not longer.
His button up t-shirt was seeming very useless and so he worked at undoing it before shrugging out of it and dropping it to the floor.
Del smirked at him. “Maybe I should make some stuff just so you can take it off of me,” she said, reaching out a hand for him. “I like you, Gabby.” Just in case that wasn’t clear by the fact that she was nearly naked in his bed, of course.
It was clear. But that didn't mean Gabby - Gabe - didn't like the encouragement and reminder anyway. What could he say, he was a man made up of ego. He needed something to compensate for his height, anyway.
"I like you too, Del," he said, and wondered suddenly if that was her full name. He'd ask later. For now, he crawled into the bed, and it was a cool trick of balance since he was undoing his belt at the same time.
“Oh good,” she said brightly, sitting up to kiss him again, guiding him back with her. Hey, half the fun was taking off someone else’s clothes and he was ruining most of it. “Glad we established that.”
Hey, whatever. Gabriel was a man of varying patience, depending on the situation at hand. He couldn't help the occasional rush. He'd just been thinking about being really behaved, and now he didn't need to be and his brain was telling him something along the lines of 'fuck yeaaahh, go for itttt,'. So. There was that.
"Mm," he agreed, kissing her back and biting a little at her lower lip and pulling her closer yet. Nearly naked deserved more skin touching.
She undid the close of his pants and pushed those down along with his underwear as far as she could reach, which, admittedly wasn’t all that far. Her own thumbs hooked into her leggings and those were much, much easier for her to get down and off even while she kissed him.
"Jesus," Gabe breathed out, and didn't feel bad for a second because really, the learnings of his youth hadn't even stuck when he was young. "You're --" he fumbled with words the same way he did for some balance as he wiggled the rest of the way out of his pants and boxers. "Gorgeous."
“No, silly,” she said, trying to avoid the compliment entirely. “I’m just Del.” She ran her hands down his chest, his slightly pudgy belly and decided it was somehow even more endearing without clothes on.
He wasn't nearly defensive enough about his tummy fat -- only laughed, bemused about how she seemed to like it. It was a pretty slight guy, but had a pretty natural tendency to gravitate toward candy instead of morning jogs. No biggie. Live life well and all that.
"Close enough," he decided, happily moving kisses down her throat and collarbone until he was cuddling up against her breasts. Because, come on. Breasts.
And then, playfully, he pushed her back onto the mattress, grinning crooked and stupidly gleeful. "Now," he said. "Let us pray."