Rarity was a unicorn (rareity) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-11-02 09:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aramis, rarity |
Who: Aramis and Rarity (Rachel)
When: Oct 2
Where: Aramis’ place
What: Waking up tethered
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Rachel wasn’t used to sleeping without her soft, fluffy, duvet. In her sleepy mind, she wondered if Kevin had rolled over and stolen the blanket from her. She rolled onto her side, noting how hard the floor was under her shoulder as she did so1. And her pillow was missing, too. A frown crossed her features and she opened her eyes to look… confusion. Sleepiness and confusion. Rachel sat up on her elbow and looked around. This was definitely not her bedroom. Not a bedroom she’d ever seen before. She was wearing the nightie she’d fallen asleep in, so at least that was good? But she felt shocked, confused, exposed.
She cleared her throat. Was she alone in this weird room?
Aramis, for his part, was used to sleeping without blankets because he just happened to share a bed with a blanket thief. Fortunately he managed to sleep tonight in a t-shirt and his boxers, because when he decided to wake up a bit earlier than usual he had not been expecting to find a strange woman in his room. On the floor.
“Uh.” Aramis froze as he stepped off the bed, looking at her with a mixture of confusion and surprise. “Do I - Know you?”
Rachel gave a gentle “eep!” of confusion and fright, and reached for whatever was nearby--blanket, sheet, pillow, dirty clothes off the floor, didn’t matter--to cover herself with. The nightie covered her important bits, but the rest was plain for the eye to see. “Acck!! Who are you? How did I get here?? Did you kidnap me??”
“What!?” Aramis looked at her with a large amount of disbelief. As if he’d kidnap someone. As if he’d manage to kidnap someone without them knowing. … Well, it was possible, but that wasn’t the case. He glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping form of Porthos, then tossed the poor girl a nearby housecoat. “Just … Put this on and let’s perhaps talk about this maybe downstairs.” It wouldn’t do to get irrational, he figured. At least not yet.
Rachel was thankful for the cloth to cover what little this nightie left to the imagination. She pulled the robe on and climbed to her feet. It was only then that she noticed someone else sleeping in the bed. Ohhh. Well, he hadn’t kidnapped her for that, then. She moved past him to the door which she assumed was the way out, trying not to trip over anything in her rush.
He followed behind her, then paused. “Uh -” Clearing his throat softly, Aramis motioned to another door on the opposite side. “The door’s that way. This is our closet.” Okay, he couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
Rachel was had her hand on the handle and was about to throw open the door and step in. Thankfully, she didn’t actually open it. She might have been buried in clothes or whatever. Sheepishly, she turned around to let him lead the way out the door. “Right, sorry.” She said. She shouldn’t have assumed, but she was embarrassed and wanted to flee!
Aramis opened the door out to the hallway, silently thanking God that Porthos was a heavy sleeper. He pointed out and then motioned for the woman to follow, before he began to head down the stairs. Aramis went straight to the kitchen, deciding that coffee and food might ease some of the tension.
The woman followed after him. She moved delicately, the robe wrapped tightly around herself. She went down the stairs, following him to the kitchen, eyeing the room suspiciously. “If you didn’t kidnap me, how did I get here?” She asked, though she was starting to realise this might be one of those weird OC things.
“That, my dear,” Aramis said, putting on the coffee and beginning to crack some eggs into a bowl, “is the question.” He glanced over at her, trying to figure out something about her. It was hard when she wasn’t really wearing much. “I’m Aramis, by the way. If it makes you feel better, I’m a government official, so kidnapping isn’t really something I’d do.”
“Oh.” Rachel deflated a bit. His words were comforting. The idea that he was a government official? And there was another man in the bed with him. Those were both things that made her feel more comfortable. Also, he’d given her a robe. This wasn’t that bad. “...I’m Rachel. Rachel Flynn.”
Almost immediately, Aramis' eyebrows went up. "Flynn? As in related to Kevin Flynn?" The last thing he needed was some sort of million dollar suit filed against him for abduction. He whisked the eggs, trying not to think about it. "Do you maybe want to call someone? The phone is just on the table."
Rachel’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “You know Kevin? He’s my husband.” She said, beaming brightly. “Yes, I should… um. I should give him a call. I’m sure he’s worried.” She moved over to the table and picked up the phone. Before she dialed, though, she turned to Aramis once more. “...this must be one of those weird things. Like the Dreams?”
“I know of him,” Aramis replied. “It’s hard not to.” Then he laughed, starting to make some omelettes. “I guess. If they could turn me into a woman for a few days, I could see how some random stranger could just end up in my house.”
“Really?” Rachel beamed. The idea that her husband was known made her incredibly happy. And the fact that this random stranger knew of him? “Well… you’ll have to come to my place and meet him, then! I’m sure he wants me home. Hang on, I’ll call him.” She said, lifting the phone to dial, but was distracted again. “Wait a minute. You were a woman??”
Well, it wasn’t as if billionaires were common, and Aramis had noticed him on the network once or twice. It was the sort of thing that stuck with a person. He was about to say that meeting him was entirely unnecessary, but instead he cleared his throat at her question. “Yes. For a very brief period. It was … Interesting, I suppose, to say the least.”
“...I suppose it’s good. Now you have a better idea what it’s like to be a woman. I’m sure you learned some really interesting things from that experience?” This was Rachel trying to find a silver lining. It was hard to wrap her head around the idea that he’d become a woman. Anyway, she cleared her throat, then dialed her husband’s number. A quick conversation and a lot of reassurances later, Rachel turned back to Aramis. “It seems as if my husband is … with someone new today, too.”
“Well, that’s both convenient and odd,” Aramis said, in regards to the news about her husband. He was just going to skip over the whole issue of being a woman. “Well, let’s eat breakfast, then, and I’ll drive you home.”
“Okay.” Rachel set the phone back down where she’d picked it up, now feeling even more thankful that he hadn’t turned out to be some creeper she’d been stuck with. “...thank you. For the robe, and breakfast and… everything.”
“I do like to consider myself a gentleman.” Aramis put down plates at the table for them, as well as some coffee with some cream and sugar. “Honestly, thinking I’d kidnapped you. I’d never have the heart.”
“That’s good to know.” Rachel broke into a warm grin as she sat down with him at the table to eat breakfast. This was turning out to be better than she’d feared. And Aramis made really good breakfast food. The moment Rachel sat down she dug in. Famished.