Alyssa Hamilton is Heaven's soldier. (four_leaves) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-09 01:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alyssa hamilton, logan howlett (wolverine), velma kelly |
Who: Alyssa, Velma, and Logan.
What: Making sure her dress is cute.
When: After these texts.
Where: The safehouse where Vel and Logan are staying.
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Complete!
Corset? Seriously? Logan thought Alyssa was going to break that boy, but then he thought the boy needed a good cuff upside his head. If anyone ruined the thing between Damian and Alyssa, it would be Damian.
“Is it already fuckin’ prom time?” Logan groused.
“It’s May, must be. I seem to recall mine were in May and June.” Velma shrugged. They were still at Lo’s safehouse, Eli was out someplace, and Velma was amused. “Alyssa’s been planning this shit since like February.”
Alyssa walked up the drive, walking in five inch pumps like she’d been born in them. She had her hair down, and under her trench coat, it didn’t look like she was wearing anything. She was, but it didn’t look like it.
The better to make Logan crap his pants with. And that would make her and Velma laugh.
"Never did a fuckin' prom." Logan took a swig of beer, and tossed some ads into the garbage. Nothing that looked remotely like a place he'd want to live. He smelled Alyssa coming, and opened the door. He about fell over.
Her red lips went up into a cheery grin. “Hello, Logan. Is Vel around too? I wanted her advice too.” She couldn’t help the kittenish tone her voice had taken; fucking with Logan was too much fun.
Velma was going to keep a lid on that shit, though. “Hi, Alyssa.” She’d heard the door, and came in, raising one eyebrow at the girl. “You look great, honey. Logan, go walk it off.” She was kidding, but still.
"Damian is fucked," Logan said, letting Alyssa in and shaking his head. He hadn't even seen what was under that trenchcoat yet.
“That’s my hope,” Alyssa quipped. She smiled at Velma, moving to hug her. When she moved away, she unknotted the coat and shrugged it off, revealing a kelly green dress that was both low cut and short at the same time. “So. What do you think?”
Velma smiled, hugging her right back. When Alyssa took her coat off, she couldn’t restrain a hoot. “Oh, sweetie, you’ll have to give him time before you actually try anything.” The dress suited Alyssa, but it was also sexy enough to get a reaction.
Logan tilted his head. It really wasn't the kind of dress he liked on a woman, but he could see it's appeal. He grunted. "Boy is gonna have a heart attack. Fall over dead at the sight of you."
Logan liked dresses slinkier and more form hugging. But he couldn't complain about the cleavage or the legs.
“I hope not,” Alyssa laughed. She liked Velma’s reaction best, and she gave a little twirl. “Okay, though. Corset’s just for you, Vel. Sorry, Logan.” Unless Velma said it was okay, Alyssa wasn’t making waves.
If she really wanted to be rude, she could have said it out loud, but she wasn’t that bitchy. I have more curves anyway. “No offense, but yeah, I’ll take a look.” She admitted that she still maybe had a kernel of jealousy about Alyssa, but unlike the girl’s paranoid boyfriend, she wasn’t going to talk about it.
Vel's curves were some of Logan's favorite things to hug. Really. He was now imagining Vel in one of those vivacious dresses that would suit her so well. He got a little glassy eyed as he looked at his girlfriend.
Alyssa smiled, walking with Velma. She liked how happy Logan looked at his girlfriend, she liked how happy they seemed together. She wished that Damien could see it. Maybe then he’d stop being so bloody jealous.
When they were around the corner, Alyssa smiled and turned to Vel, lifting up her hair so the other woman could take her zip down.
Velma undid the dress, taking it down enough to see the corset. “Turn around?” Alyssa did, and Velma laughed. “Actually, I think it’s super cute. Logan?” She called into the other room. “You can totally look if you want. It’s very ladylike." Long as Alyssa didn’t turn around.
She could turn around, Logan wouldn't complain. He tilted his head, sipping at his beer as he looked, then nodded his head. "Yeah. That's perfect, darlin'."
Blushing, Alyssa smiled. “It’s shockingly tasteful for something Mum picked out. The panties are a bit scandalous, but surprisingly comfortable.” She didn’t turn around, wiggling back into the dress instead.
“Shit, you’ve told me about your mom. There’s still some hope, if she picked that out.” It was still weird, but not plain old freaky, at least. Velma chuckled, zipping Alyssa back up. “I think you did good, honey. It’s eye-catching, but not crazy slutty.”
"Your mom picked that out?" Logan looked utterly baffled. "That tasteful? There's gotta be somethin' kinky about it she ain't tellin' you about. Or she stuck some kinda fertility idol on it somewhere."Someone needs to hide one under Logan's bed
“Oh, she got me a riding crop too, but I left it at home.” Alyssa smiled and put the jacket back on. “Don’t count Mum out yet. Oh, she got you presents too.” Alyssa pulled out some horny goat weed and handed it to Logan. “She sends her love.”
Velma raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck is that?” Did she even want to know?
“Horny goat weed. Helps with vasodilation,” Alyssa smirked. “So Logan can go a few more times, to increase the possibility of ... procreation.”
Logan snorted.
“Mum’s got a hard-on for you having kids, Logan, you know that. She figures third try’s the charm, I suppose.” Alyssa shrugged.
“That’s up to Vel,” Logan deflected.
Velma folded her arms. “Your mom is still trying to make little Logans when she’s not even fucking him?” Honestly, she had to laugh, if only because she’d get kind of pissed off otherwise. She shook her head. “I’m not trying to be mean, honey, but your mama’s a piece of work.”
“Oh, please, you’re not saying anything worse than I’ve said.” Alyssa chuckled, moving to hug Velma. “Thank you for your opinion. I didn’t want her to tell me I should show more leg. You’re a good mate. Er. Friend.”
“It looks good. You’ll knock him dead, an’ probably everyone else that looks at you,” Logan said, smiling at her.
Velma had to ask. “Are things mostly okay with you two?” She turned to Alyssa. “Just ‘cause I know that some things got awkward.”
“We’re all right,” Alyssa smiled. “Better. Thank you for asking.” She still didn’t want to totally talk about it.
“You sure about that? I can send Vel to threaten him. He’d take it more seriously from her.” Or Neena. Neena would do it for luls.
“I’m positive,” Alyssa glared. “Why does everyone think we’re not?”
“Because you had a public fight where it was made really clear that he didn’t trust you?” Velma shrugged. It was also slightly personal for Velma if Damian still thought Logan would try to win Alyssa back - that meant the boy saw her as nothing more than a temporary impediment. She was Logan’s girlfriend, not his fuck toy to occupy him while he pined for Alyssa.
Of course, it was all a moot point if the boy did trust Alyssa now. “If you say it’s all right, I believe you. But I had to ask.”
He nodded his head. “Just worry about you. We’re allowed to right?”
“You can worry all you like. Just ... trust that I know he’s a really great person.” Alyssa smiled and kissed Velma on the cheek before ruffling Logan’s hair.
Velma hugged her. She didn’t comment any further - despite what people said, she did know the meaning of if you can’t say anything nice. She didn’t think this Damian was a bad person, just ... young, and naive. Though anyone would look naive next to Alyssa. “You’re gonna knock him on his ass at your prom, honey.”
“Take a picture of the look on his face,” Logan added. “I gotta see it.”
“Of course,” Alyssa grinned. She was thankful for the hugs, and she pulled the coat back on before turning to the door. “You kids have fun with your goat weed.”
“Yeah, we won’t.” Logan shook his head and laughed. “Least not for a long time.”
“Does it spoil?” Velma rolled her eyes.