Christian Grey (heartsnflowers) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-01-05 01:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, christian grey, penelope garcia |
Who: Christian Grey & Penelope Garcia
What: Bonding over bondage! ... yes, worst pun ever.
When: New Year's Eve
Where: The local porn shop
Rating: PG13/R for naughty talk
Status: Complete
Christian had had a long week, and the New Year’s holiday was a welcome break even if he didn’t have a date with a luscious blonde for the evening. He was out of condoms, and he thought it might be a good occasion to swing by the porn shop to see if they had any new titles. Even if they turned out rubbish, Alyssa might like mocking them.
He walked inside, ignoring the counter help - what if it was the guy shagging Alyssa’s mum? - and turning toward the video aisle. He might look at some toys in a bit, but this first.
There was a blonde in the porn shop, looking at the racks of floggers and riding crops and sighing heavily. Why was everything black and gloomy? If someone was having sex, in her esteemed opinion, they should be well pleased.
She ran bright pink and neon green nails lightly over a black one, liking that it was soft, but wishing it came in any other color.
Christian found a couple of titles that looked either sexy or hilarious, and picked them up. He turned down the aisle next to the videos, curious if this new girl would be able to handle rubber or if he ought to stick with leather. A voluptuous blonde was standing in front of one of the racks, and he moved to go by. “Pardon me, luv.”
“Oh, no problem, sweetheart.” Garcia scooted so he could get by, then squeed when she found an actually adorable riding crop grabbing it and tapping it against her hand to test it.
Christian had to laugh. “Ah, rainbow kink. Just a word of advice, but the leather ones are usually better made.” He wasn’t being snotty - much; he’d had plastic-y riding crops fall apart in his hands before. Very unsexy.
“I know, but I already have really nice leather stuff. Cuffs, ankles, floggers, riding crops, you name it. This’d just be a novelty thing, more display than anything else.” She beamed up at him, then blinked. Woah. Random Irish hottie.
“Ah. Carry on, then.” He hadn’t pegged this sweet-looking woman as being into what he was into. “Not meaning to patronize, just so many people have no clue. Then they whinge when their special naughty thing gets broken.” Silly gits. Christian shrugged.
“Well, you’ve got to buy quality,” Garcia agreed. She chuckled, blushing a little as she fingered her wrists, knowing they were bruised from being held down. “I’m not usually the one doing the spanking anyway.”
“As long as you’re not anti-feminist about it, nothing wrong with that.” He chuckled faintly. Until a second ago he might’ve tried to ask her out, but if she had a regular someone doing the spanking, she probably wasn’t available. “Name’s Christian Grey, by the way. I hope your boyfriend or partner’s aware what they’ve got.” Both in a good and bad way - if one wasn’t into BDSM, one got a rude awakening most of the time when one’s partner pulled out the riding crops.
“Oh, no, it’s because I get off on it.” She chuckled a little and decided to get the adorable nipple clamps with kitties on them to boot. “My boyfriend? Yeah, he knows. I’ve got a scar from the rug burn he gave me on our first date. He’s ... honestly, I don’t want to say he’s perfect because that’ll jinx it, you know? But we just got back from Scotland for Christmas with his family.”
“Scotland, eh? Is he Scots, or does his family just have a place there?” Call him curious. Also, she looked vaguely familiar. Was she shagging a footballer or something like that?
“He’s Scottish, yeah.” Garcia grinned, sighing dreamily. “His dad’s business has a branch over here, so he runs that. We met when I helped close a security breach in their systems.”
“How romantic,” Christian quipped. He saw a nice black leather flogger behind her, and excused himself, moving to pick it up and look at it. The heart imprinted on its business end amused him. For tonight, yes, but the thought of Alyssa having his heart on her arse was even more amusing. “A match made in heaven, miss ... ” He trailed off. She hadn’t given her name; maybe she thought he’d try to creep on her or something. “I’m going to see if my date for tonight will enjoy this.”
“I’m Penelope Garcia. And oh, that’s cute too. I hope your girl tonight likes it, if not, keep trying, you know?” She beeped his nose before snagging one for herself.
He knew that name. It only took him a few minutes to come up with where he’d read it. “Oh. Right. ... Wait, you’re the one with Lord Vael.” He couldn’t help but laugh. Not because this lady was lacking somehow, but because from what he’d read, the son of Lord Starkhaven usually preferred women that seemed to be more tits than brains. This Penelope had both. “Oh, that’s ... brilliant.” Lucky bastard, that Scot.
Garcia blinked. “You know my name?” Her eyes went wide behind her glasses. “Oh, god, I’ve been in some awful rag, haven’t I? Do they hate me? They probably hate me. I should fry The Sun’s hard drive,” she muttered.
“Daily Mirror,” Christian supplied, amused. “The Sun was rather complimentary, actually. Called you voluptuous. It was the Mirror that said rude things.” The Mirror had called her a heifer, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. Why be the bearer of bad news? “They’re used to seeing milord there with someone that’s more tits than smarts, that’s all.”
“Well, it’s the Mirror,” Garcia snorted. “They can be counted on to be asses, can’t they?” She folded her arms and smiled at him. “It’s like the OC suddenly became a hot ex-pat gathering point. When did we all get so lucky?”
“I chose this over Athens or Madrid. I’m in banking, and I like life.” Christian snorted. “You lot still have a bit of money to invest. I’ll take Los Angeles weather over riots in Athens any day of the week. Though I have met a few other Irishmen already, now that you mention it.”
“I’d rather you not get stabbed, yeah.” Garcia didn’t know the guy that well, but she’d rather that nobody in the whole world get stabbed; it was just how she rolled. “Banking is ... well, you seem like you’d suit that industry.”
“Why’s that?” He was curious.
“You seem meticulous. Exacting. Hell, if I were single, I’d ask you home, those are good qualities in a toppy dom.” Plus, the idea of this guy naked was kinda hot. She couldn’t help it; she was taken, not dead.
She was more astute than she let on. “I do try to be that way.” Christian answered. “Does me good in my profession, and I’d consider myself very good at getting my point across.” When he was sure a woman wanted to be ordered around, of course. “I always ask my dates to mark me up a bit, too, though. It’s half the fun.” He grinned a little - it was also a good safeguard against any woman changing their mind and bringing him up on assault charges.
“Let me put it this way, I don’t think you’re the sort to put a decimal in the wrong place, if you know what I mean.” Garcia winked at him, standing up. She was type A in that way as well, in certain areas of her life. Touch her work desk and invoke her wrath.
“Certainly not. I’m too pretty for gaol.” He was maybe being pompous, but it was still true. He had no illusions.
That made Garcia laugh loudly, head back. “You are! And I hear it’s not like it is in porn at all, so what’s the sense in going?” She was straight, but if jail was a non stop lesbian orgy, that’d be better than the real life alternative.
“Indeed.” Christian shook his head. “I’ll continue to have my life traverse a law-abiding path, thank you. This is about as dangerous and bad as I get.” And it really wasn’t very. He didn’t have any patience for people who thought BDSM was somehow shameful.
“And it’s not,” Garcia smiled, rolling her eyes. “Consenting adults and all that. I stopped feeling shame about sex when I was ten.”
“Good,” Christian said seriously. “Nobody should be ashamed about sex. Unless it’s illegal or that sort of thing. I almost didn’t tell this mate of mine I was into this kind of thing because I thought she’d give me grief for it, but she was really receptive, actually. I was surprised.”
“Receptive, eh? You’re shagging her, huh. How’s that going? I never could do the friends with benefits thing, if only because I’ve never had any friends I wanted to shag.” Garcia wrinkled her nose. “Well. Except Bast. But we didn’t do the friends with benefits thing at all because we were friends while he was taken, and then he wasn’t, but you don’t ask someone who just got dumped if they want to bang.”
“We don’t get along that well, but she’s rather good in that department. And apparently she can tolerate me long enough for a good shag.” Christian smirked faintly. “I seem to recall Lord Vael dating some Russian model before you? Wonder if she could even spell her own name.”
“Then why’s she your mate?” Garcia shrugged at that, but answered his question. “She seemed nice enough, but she dumped him over email, the dizzy slag.” She grumbled to herself, eyes squinched in anger.
“I heard about that. Cow.” Christian made a face. “It’s cowardly, that. At least have the bollocks to tell someone you’re not interested anymore.” He wouldn’t treat a woman so. Why should women get to treat men in that way? “And mate might’ve been an exaggeration, but saying “occasional shagging partner” does sound rude.” He rather liked her. He wanted first refusal if Lord Vael ever cast her aside.
“Right? I mean, she could’ve at least called, you know? I get the whole ‘halfway across the globe’ as an excuse to not do it in person, but call. Skype. Something.” She would’ve grit her teeth if that didn’t hurt. But the ‘occasional shagging partner’ thing made her giggle. “I had one of those in college, I get it. The chemistry’s weird but the sex is awesome? Run with it, as long as you’re open.”
“That’s what I think. We’ll see if it bites me in my arse later on.” He picked up his purchases. “I hope my date for the evening doesn’t think I’m some kind of creep. I’d hate for this to go to waste. On a similar topic, I’d like first refusal, if Lord Vael ever goes mad and sends you on your way.” Christian smiled, hoping it didn’t come off as creepy. He genuinely rather liked her. She was spirited.
That made Garcia laugh. “I’d be a fool not to agree to that one, Christian. Here, let me send my phone number to your phone.” She tapped a few things, found out he had his Bluetooth on, and beamed the number over. “Oh, privacy. Such a fun, fine illusion.” She winked at him before cocking her head. “Date, or just a shag?” Somehow, she wasn’t thinking he was the dinner and roses sort.
“You, I’d probably try to wine and dine.” And impress. He didn’t do relationships, but he had his favourite ladies, and the people he enjoyed spending time with. “If I didn’t think you’d see through me.”
“Well, thank you.” Garcia grinned, inclining her head slightly toward him. “Well, you have my number now, if you ever want to go get dinner and gossip about people, you know how to reach me.”
“I’d be delighted, if Lord Vael won’t have my head.” Christian chuckled. “Beheading isn’t still legal in this country, is it?”
“In this one? Nope. Well. In Utah, if you get the death penalty, they let you pick how you’re executed, but that’s the only state. You’re good.” She gave him a little mock salute.
“I’ll remember.” Christian picked up his purchases and sketched a salute. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you, nonetheless, Miss Penelope.” It really had; for once, he hadn’t lied at all. She had a wit about her that was enjoyable, and was brilliant to look at besides. Lord Vael was onto a good thing.
“You too, Christian.” She smiled and took her own things up to the cash wrap, trying not to internally flail. She’d just met Christian Fucking “Laters Baby” Grey. She had to tell someone who wouldn’t gossip. Garcia figured she might explode.