The Hellion (collateralshot) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-11-02 15:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dan smith, olivia moore |
Who: Dan & Liv
What: Liv's on Teenager Brain, Dan brings booze, and things progress from there...
When: Early October (after these texts)
Where: Liv's home
Rating/Warnings Mediumish for almost sexy times
Status: Complete!
Importing liquor into the States for personal use was expensive as hell. Dan didn’t have a lot of contacts in Europe, but he had contacts who had contacts. It was a long process of favors for so-and-so to get a desired thing for what’s-his-name to get another thing for this-guy-here before Dan finally got just not one bottle but two of horilka directly from Kiev. Had it been for anyone else, Dan would have given up the chase after the first promise for a favor.
On the bright side, though, he now had a direct line to someone in the Ukraine to supply him with more should he decide to actually carry it in his bar. For now, though, he was content to share this bottle with Liv and Liv alone.
And it sounded as though the bottle had come just in time too. His bar was still under renovations, but that was no matter. Dan preferred to share the bottles with Liv just the two of them. He brought both of them. The first they could try just as it was and the second they could play around with, doctor it as they wanted.
He arrived at Liv’s house fairly early in the evening. Instead of his usual attire of dress slacks and a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, he was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans and a dark t-shirt. Totally relaxed.
Liv had been dealing with a lot since the last time she saw Dan. Not that it was all that long ago. After Dan had left the following morning and the shock wore off Liv really had time to process everything. She had killed someone. Yes, he was a hitman out to kill Dan and Liv would choose Dan’s life over anyone else’s. But the guy was still a human. He had a life, he was someone’s son. Hell he might have even had a family of his own. The brain she was on only seemed to intensify her guilt.
Liv changed her diet that morning. She just needed a little breather. The switch actually put her in a better mood and she had even gone shopping after work. Buying way too many outfits, most of which weren’t exactly to Liv’s taste. But they all looked good to her at the moment. She had even changed into a floral skirt and pink top when she got home. When Dan texted her she had been in the middle of painting her nails a bright pink to match her top. Of course she had agreed to him stopping by. Like she would ever say no to seeing Dan, especially when he was supplying alcohol.
She found herself more excited than usual at the idea of seeing Dan. The butterflies that she began to get a while ago, were currently going crazy in her stomach. In the moments before Dan’s arrival Liv had even takes the time to apply some makeup. Not a lot, just some mascara, lipstick and a little bit of blush, giving some color to her pale face.
With the knock on her door Liv’s stomach did a little flip. He was here! She rushed to answer the door a smile forming on her face - one that hadn’t been seen since the night their walk got interrupted, at the sight of him. Damn, he looked as hot as ever in his jeans and t-shirt.
“Hey!” Liv greeted, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “You have it?” she asked as she pulled away leading him inside.
Given recent events Dan hadn’t expected to be greeted with such excitement when he arrived at Liv’s house. She even gave him a hug! When was the last time he’d even gotten a hug? Not that Dan minded. Oh no. She could stand there and hug him all evening and oddly enough, he’d be just fine with that.
“Aye, darlin’, I got it,” Dan nodded as Liv lead him inside. He produced the bag he was carrying in which were two bottles neatly wrapped up in bubble wrap.
Ah. The horilka. That must have been the reason for the greeting. Dan could imagine what the past few days must have been like for Liv. He’d been there once himself. The promise of alcohol, particularly alcohol from a place that definitely knew alcohol, would certainly take the edge off. Hopefully get her to relax a little.
When Liv stepped back and turned to lead him inside, Dan got a good look at her. Huh. She seemed pretty relaxed already. A flower-print skirt? Painted nails? Make-up? Dan’s brows furrowed slightly. He’d seen Liv made-up before, in dresses and skirts, but this -- the sheer in-your-face brightness of this particular ensemble -- seemed a little out of character, even for a woman who seemed to change her personality at the drop of a hat.
Had she gotten all dolled up for him? She was the one who had said she didn’t want anything to change between them and that she didn’t want to lose him as a friend. That literally had been only a few days ago. Had she changed her mind? Was this her way of letting him know? Dan’s heart beat a little faster at the thought.
Whoa. Calm yourself down there, Dannyboy. Getting a little full of yourself, aren’t you?
Yes, he decided, he was getting a little full of himself. While that normally wouldn’t have bothered him (he did have a sizable ego, and he did like Liv more than just as a good friend), he didn’t want to make any kind of assumption that would hurt either of them. Liv had the right to wear whatever she wanted without having to worry what a dog like Dan would think.
He couldn’t resist making some kind of remark though. He smirked at her. “Pink’s yer color, Liv.” He winked.
“You can put it on the coffee table,” she told him already heading back into the kitchen to get them some glasses. Liv was beyond ready to try this. Even though this new brain was putting her in a better mood, the events of the other night still haunted her. She needed some drinks to make herself for get. If only for a brief amount of time.
Walking back into the living room she set the glasses down on the table, beaming at Dan’s compliment. Pink wasn’t really her color, she was more a fan of darker colors. However, today it definitely seemed to be her color. “Oh my god. I know, right?” she replied taking a seat on the couch. Of course she knew she looked good. One thing she didn’t seem to be lacking in at the moment was confidence. “And you are looking hot.” Usually Liv referred to him as handsome. But not tonight. He was hot, sexy even. She didn’t dare say that though, maybe after a few drinks.
Ok, so that gave Dan reason to pause. Liv had never called him “hot” before. Handsome, yes, but he’d always taken that as a part of their half-joking flirtatious exchanges. Maybe she had gotten dressed up for him.
Her choice of outfit was odd, though. Liv wasn’t usually one for wearing bright look-at-me! colors, especially pink. Her choice of words seemed a little odd too. If Dan didn’t know any better he would have thought she was a young teen straight out of the valley.
In the end Dan decided not to make a big deal about it and just take the compliment. He shook his head with a soft chuckle. “Thank ye, darlin’,” he said and poured them each a tasting of the horilka. He handed her a glass before taking a seat next to her on the couch. “I haven’t spiced this up with anythin’ yet,” he told her. “I wanted fer us t’ taste it first. Git an idea fer what it’s like before we go wild with any additives.”
He clinked his glass gently with hers before taking that first exploratory sip. Dan’d had real potato vodka before, but this…this was good. Powerful. The type of alcohol you felt warming you up the entire way down.
Liv could only taste spice. Food was horrible to her without it. But alcohol? While she preferred to have it spicy it didn’t taste horrible to her. Probably because alcohol didn’t have the best taste to begin with.
Like Dan, Liv felt warm with her first sip. Although that probably had more to do with Dan himself than the horilka. The fact that he had gone out of his way to get this for her. That he had shown up as soon as it arrived even after what had happened the other night. Hell just the fact that he still wanted to see her after finding out what she was. It meant a lot.
“It’d be better with spice,” she teased taking another sip before getting serious. “But really, thank you.” Her light blue eyes locked onto his. “No one has ever gone out of their way for me like that before.”
Another sip.”How’s your arm?” She asked changing the subject. Both because she truly cared how his arm was but she wouldn’t be lying if she said she didn’t want to see him shirtless again. Sure she could see some of the stitches peeking out underneath his shirt, but still. She really should check on the whole wound. Besides she had been to distracted to fully appreciate his shirtlessness the other night.
Dan laughed lightly. Liv’s love for hot sauce seemed to make a little more sense now that he knew she was a zombie, though the two of them hadn’t really had the opportunity to talk about what being a zombie meant for Liv. At least not yet. Right now it seemed more important to Dan that he show her that the fact that she was a zombie didn’t bother him. Which was part of the reason he had brought her the bottles of horilka as soon as he’d gotten them. The other part was that he really had wanted to do something special for her.
“It was my pleasure,” he smiled. “I know it was somethin’ ya really wanted t’ try and after ye told me ‘bout it, I really wanted t’ try it too. I figured it’d be somethin’ new we could try together.” Zombie or not, Dan was starting to realize just how special Liv was to him. He had never met anyone like her, much less anyone he would have gone to such great lengths just to get two bottles of alcohol for.
And now that the two of them were seated on her couch, Dan found how much he’d been looking forward to spending the evening with her. The thrill seeking bartender who moonlighted as a dirty-job handyman would have been perfectly content to spend the evening seated right where he was splitting a bottle.
“Me arm’s doin fine, thanks to you,” Dan smiled easily. “Donnea even hurt that much.” He hadn’t been to a doctor or anything for a follow-up, however. “Didja wanna take a look?”
Liv was more than willing to answer any questions Dan had about zombieism. Just not right now. Right now her mind was elsewhere. On the butterflies going crazy in her stomach. On just how hot Dan looked tonight, not that he didn’t always, but tonight it was almost all she could think about. Along with seeing him shirtless again. What was wrong with her?
Oh right, she ate the brain of a teenager. Apparently a very horny teenager at that.
“I’m always making you try new things,” Liv teased with a giggle as she twirled her hair around her finger. Although it was true. She took him to his first musical after all. Okay, that might be the only new thing. Since he had definitely played pool before. But that wasn’t the point.
“Yes.” Of course Liv wanted to check it out. She needed to make sure Dan was healing properly. And well, other reasons which brought her to. “You’ll need to take off your shirt.” Okay, not totally necessary but Dan didn’t have to know that.
Dan already suspected that he didn’t have to take off his shirt for Liv to take a look at the healing wound on his upper arm. Not that he minded. An attractive woman wanted to see him without a shirt? Why would he mind that?
“Alright, ye be the doctor,” he said with a shrug and a smirk. He set his glass down after draining what remained of the horilka in it and pulled his shirt off over his head. The stitches were neat and clean. The wound itself looked pretty good, the skin was healing well and wasn’t red or inflamed or showing any other signs of infection.
He held his arm out so Liv could examine it properly. Just as they had the other night, her hands were chilly, but clammy. They were smooth and gentle, but precise. Maybe it was the Ukrainian drink warming his blood, but Dan’s mind began to wander – began to think what her hands would feel like on his shoulders, on his chest. Then he began to think what it would be like to kiss her. She’d said she’d wanted to be friends, but now with the outfit, the make-up and now asking him to take off his shirt when he really didn’t need to…
Again, it may have been the alcohol, but Dan decided to take the risk. If he was out of line, he trusted she would tell him so and that would be the end of that. He really hoped he was reading things right, however, as he gently placed a hand under her chin to raise her face to his.
Liv also set down her drink. She couldn’t exactly examine someone with a drink in hand. Once his shirt was off Liv paused for a moment. Eying his abs and that well defined chest of him. Damn he was so hot. The gunshot wound was also still there of course, but Liv wasn’t quite as focused on that at the moment. His arm. That was what she was supposed to be looking at.
The second she touched his skin it was like a bolt of electricity shot through her. Just like Dan she was thinking about letting those hands of hers wander all over his body. Feel those muscles of his for herself. She swallowed, refocusing on the stitches.
But then he was lifting her face. More electric sparks shot through her, her stomach even did a little flip. Liv couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t resist. She just reacted, letting her lips collide with his. Her hand move from his arm to the side of his face, the other wrapping around his neck. Her tongue pressed against his lips, begging for entrance.
Like her hands, Liv’s lips held a unique sort of chill, but at the same time were smooth and pleasant. If she hadn’t told him she was a zombie just a few days ago, he never would have guessed. Never would have assumed. And it still didn’t matter to Dan what Liv was.
He relaxed into her touch and deepened their kiss. At the pressure of her tongue against his lips, opened his mouth to allow her in. He could taste the sharp alcohol in her mouth and her cooled breath mingle with his own much warmer. He smiled against her lips and dropped his hand from her face to pull her closer.
Liv had wanted this for so long. She had been denying her feelings because what was the point? They couldn’t be together. That was what Liv had to remind herself over and over again. But tonight she wasn’t thinking about that. All she could thing about was Dan and how much she wanted him. This was a long time coming and Liv wasn’t going to waste any time.
When he went to pull her closer, Liv shifted positions. She climbed on top of him. straddling him against the couch. The hand that had been on her face now grabbed the back of the couch as she deepened the kiss. letting her tongue mingle with his. She poured everything she felt for him into that kiss, all the pent up feelings, all the passion, the want, the need. But it was more than just that raw desire. She cared for Dan, deeply. As a hell of a lot more than a friend. Her actions were definitely disproving the words she told him only days ago.
There was so much more behind that kiss than Dan had thought there would be. It surprised him, but in a good way. His smile grew. Dan thought he was a generally happy person, despite his life choices and the events that had lead to those choices. But now, in this moment, he could not have been happier. He moaned softly into her mouth and relaxed even further into the kiss and into the feeling of her body pressed against his. He gave in to her passion and let it wash over him and surrender to his own deep feelings for Liv. Telling her how much he cared about her too in a way that words would never be able to describe.
His hands moved from her shoulders and fingers trailed lightly over her sides to her hips. He bunched her skirt up a little around her thighs.
Liv broke the kiss for a brief moment, lifting her shirt off over her head, revealing a silky red bra. She tossed the bright pink top aside. Then her lips were back on his. She let her hands wander over his body. Her desire taking over. Not thinking about the consequences. All she could think about was Dan. How much she wanted him. And with the way he felt underneath her, she could tell he wanted her too.
Her hands made their way to his jeans. Lifting her hips slightly so she could undo them. She got the button undone, was about to work the zipper when logic returned.
Suddenly, abruptly Liv backed off. Practically jumping off the couch. “We can’t,” she said, her breath heavy. She didn’t give much more of an explanation than that. She couldn’t at the moment.
Dan was so caught up in the moment, enjoying everything that was happening. Liv’s bare skin, the silky red bra, the way her cool hands chilled over his chest, her passionate kiss and how she moved over him aroused him and he was looking forward to what was coming and crossing this bridge of their relationship. His hips moved at her prompting, another moan escaping from deep in his chest.
And then suddenly she was gone, leaving him with a half done fly, at half-mast and completely and utterly confused. He stared up at her with that confusion clear on his face. Had he done something wrong? Dan racked his mind, but he couldn’t understand. It’d seemed as though Liv had been into what they were doing, that she’d wanted it too. Had he pushed her too far too fast?
“Why?” He asked. He sat up on the couch, leaning forward, concern creasing his brow. “What is it? Did I do something? Liv, please, tell me what’s wrong.”
Liv continued to back away from him. She had to. God, she wanted him so bad. Wanted to continue what they were doing. But she couldn’t do that to him. It wasn’t fair. Wasn’t right. So she kept her distance. With him shirtless like that, ready and willing to go. It was all Liv could do to keep herself from pouncing back on him.
“No,” Liv managed to get out. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” She hadn’t meant to make him think that. Couldn’t he tell she wanted him just as badly?
Liv remained standing a few feet away from him. “You can’t have sex with me.” As much as it killed her to say it, he deserved the truth. She took a deep breath trying to force the words out. Her eyes that had been filled with lust just moments ago were now beginning to fill with tears. At least it was helping her cool down. “If you do, you’ll end up like me. A zombie.”
Dan stared at her. At first he wasn’t sure if he’d heard her correctly, but the look on her face told him that yes, he had heard correctly. All the books Dan had read regarding zombies and he’d never heard that having sex with one would turn a mortal person into a zombie themselves. Then again, everything about Liv seemed to break the zombie mold, save for eating brains.
Dan did not want to turn into a zombie and that only made the situation worse, not just because he wanted to sleep with Liv (which he did), but it felt as though somehow he was abandoning her.
He noticed her eyes welling with tears and his heart just about broke for her. “No, no, donnea cry, Liv.” He deftly re-did his pants and grabbed his shirt before getting to his feet. He pulled it on over his head and stepped forward to gently take her arm. He wanted to hug her because it certainly looked as though she needed that level of comfort, but he was afraid that doing so would only remind her they couldn’t be together.
Ugh. What was wrong with her? She refused to let the tears full on fall. She wasn’t a freakin’ teenager. Despite the brain she was currently on. She didn’t need to be so emotional. This wasn’t news to her. This was something she had always known. It shouldn’t hurt like it did, but she had to go and fall for Dan. She should have known better when it came to that.
“Sorry,” Liv said retrieving her arm. She didn’t need his pity or his comfort right now. She turned away from him wiping her eyes before going to grab her own shirt. “I’m acting like a teenager.” A pause as she put on her shirt. “Probably because that’s whose brain I ate.” He knew she was a zombie. Might as well come clean about everything. Including the way her personality constantly changed which she was sure he had noticed by now.
“You should probably go.”
Now the sudden changes in personality made sense. “Ye take on the personality o’ the brains ye eat?” He asked. He wondered if it had been the brain that had made her so receptive to his pass at her. And here he had been taking advantage of that when otherwise she may have rebuffed him. You’re a real Casanova, Smith.
He was a little hurt when she pulled away from him. Actually, to be fair, he was very hurt. He didn’t want to go. He didn’t want leave her, especially in the state she was in, the influences of a teenager’s brain or not. They all had been that age once. Emotions running high and could overwhelm even the most balanced of people.
At the same time though, his just being there may have only made things worse. “D’ye want me t’ go, Liv?” He asked her carefully.
“Yeah,” she confirmed his first question. “Sorry,” she apologized again. “I should have told you the other night.” Although to be fair there had been a hell of a lot going on that night. Just letting the fact that she was a zombie sink in seemed like a good idea. Plus she wasn’t in the best emotional state to explain all the details at the time. But whatever, he knew now.
And no, it was not the brain that made her kiss Dan. Sure, it made her a bit less logical. But kissing Dan was something she had been wanting to do for awhile. She just knew better. Knew nothing could ever come of it.
And then came his next question. “No,” Liv replied honestly. “But what I want doesn’t matter. We can’t be together. Not in the way I want us to be.”
Dan would have argued that what Liv wanted absolutely mattered, but she was right, they couldn’t be together. At least not physically. But Dan didn’t want to just sleep with Liv. What he felt for her was more than he’d felt for anyone he’d been with in a long time. Even his own wife. The idea of her cutting him off just because they couldn’t have sex cut deep, but he understood. Sort of. He would never know what it would be like to be starved of intimacy. Still, his chest was starting to ache. For the first time in his entire life, Dan really had no idea what he should do.
“I’m sorry, Liv,” He said. It was such a pitiful and meager thing to say, but it was all he had to offer. “If you think I should go...if my stayin’ ‘ere will only ‘urt you, then I’ll go. But…” he hesitated a moment before braving to continue, “donnea cut me out. Please. I care ‘bout ye. Not...I donnea wanna jus’ sleep with ye…”
Ugh. Why did Dan have to say things like that? Even with him stumbling over his words like that, it still made her heart swell. Even though they couldn’t be together part of her had hoped he wanted more than just sex with her. It didn’t matter, but still.
“Dan,” Liv started unsure of what to say herself. “I…” a pause as her voice trailed off. “I like you a lot,” she finally said somewhat echoing his words from the other night. “Being just friends with you, it hurts.” Another pause, eyes filling back up with tears once again at the thought of no longer having Dan in her life. She took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure. “I can’t cut you out,” she finally said stepping closer to him. “I want you in my life.” Even if it would be torture, being without him would be worse.
Dan couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at his mouth, but the moment it did he felt terrible for feeling happy. On the one hand he was so incredibly relieved and happy that Liv felt about him the same way he felt about her. But on the other hand, they could never be more than just friends.
It was then that Dan made a decision. Even if they could never be more, he wouldn’t abandon her. Somehow, some way, he would find a way to make something work. He gave her a soft, but warm smile. “That’s good, darlin’,” he said as he reached to take her hand. “’Cause I’m not going anywhere.”