dǫçţǫŗ şɭęęƥ (shone) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-03-14 14:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, ₴ inactive: allison hargreeves, ₴ inactive: dan torrance |
Who: Allison & Dan (or as Diego would say """""Dan""""""")
What: It's the perfect time to ask to be exclusive
When: Morning, Friday the 13th
Where: Dan's room
Warnings: Warnings for naked bed canoodling but nothing explicit so no need to clutch the pearls
Status: Complete
The night before had been nice. Dinner was good. Meeting Sabrina had been nice and she was impressed - as she was told she would be - by the spaghetti. The hugs had been nice, too, and Allison was just glad to take comfort in such small things. She’d gotten her fair share from Klaus, but somehow it had an even more comforting feeling when it came from Dan. She didn’t question it, just let herself both comfort and be comforted at the same time. Then it was time for bed and she’d tried to act as casual as possible while she followed Dan through the house to the room he was staying in. Even with the nerves on both sides, the rest of the night had gone well as far as she was concerned. Which made waking up in the morning pleasant. She woke up slowly, her body waking up a few minutes before her mind really woke up. It had been a while since she’d woken up next to anyone and she was almost unwilling to move and end the cuddling part of the evening/morning. After a moment, she accepted the fact that she was not falling back asleep and let herself stretch and turn over, trying to snuggle in closer to Dan and tucking her head under his chin. This was fine. She could stay here and maybe they’d eventually actually leave the bed and get dressed. She was glad she’d been reasonable enough to pack an extra set of clothes. “We don’t have to get up, do we?” The words were muffled a little, but she had a feeling he’d know what she’d said anyway because she’d had to think them to say them. “Moving sounds very upsetting to me.” As far as nights went, the last one was - probably one of the best Dan had in awhile. Sabrina had invited Allison over for dinner, so he’d made enough for them all (spaghetti and meatballs, as promised, and much garlic on the garlic bread - it was a good cold weather meal) and then, well. He hadn’t been with anyone, in the Biblical sense, for years and years - trauma had him pumping the brakes on that, considering the last intimate occasion had been so horrifying. Besides, the ghosts that lived in his head and in his dreams, the ones hungry for sinew and bone and steam, also ensured that he self-isolated. But he didn’t want to do that anymore. He liked Allison a lot - and while he was nervous as hell, eventually he relaxed and they had a good time. A really good time. He didn’t even know how early it was or what happened to their clothes, besides that they were scattered all around the bed like confetti. “Hey beautiful,” he chuckled, voice still crackly from sleep. He hadn’t bothered to open his eyes yet, though he could tell slivers of light filtered in through the curtains. Nah. He’d prefer to remain burrowed in the blankets - and he snuggled Allison into his embrace, the rough pads of his fingers finding silky skin; he stroked up and down her arm, drawing idle patterns. “No. No getting up. Not until you want that special cereal.” Or Azzie clawed and scratched at the door because she wanted to be fed, either one. His response made her laugh. Would cereal ever return to its state of normalcy? She didn’t know. “Special cereal. The breakfast of my dreams.” But she didn’t want to move. Not even for food. She doubted anyone was looking for either of them at the moment...except maybe the cat. But she figured they could stay for a little while until that became a problem. “Not dreamy enough to get out of bed, though.” It was strangely comfortable here with Dan. After everything that happened - especially recently - Allison wasn’t sure that trusting people was going to be an easy feat, but she’d trusted Dan and Anders and so far, she hadn’t been burned by it. She was grateful for that. Most of the events that led up to this weren’t really things that she’d have expected, but she wasn’t mad that they did. She pressed a quick kiss to Dan’s collarbone. “Do you have to be anywhere today?” She wasn’t sure if there was a certain time she should get used to the idea of moving. She assumed they didn’t have all day, but then she wasn’t even sure what time it was. It didn’t feel like all day, but she couldn’t be sure. Dan shifted, mostly to stretch his muscles, but also to roll over and change position - he settled atop Allison, hips nestled between her thighs, and balanced his weight on his bent arms so that he was essentially nose to nose with her. “Not really,” he said, lips brushing the velveteen softness of her cheek. “I don’t work until Sunday.” The Ides of March, which was sure to be fantastic - hopefully the winter storm that had blanketed the island would have let up by then. Maybe spring would even poke its head out from its hidey hole. But he wouldn’t think about how cold it was outside, or when he got out from under the blankets it would also be fucking freezing and he’d need to put actual pants on. Instead he just nuzzled at the neck of his bedmate (miraculously, the furniture had survived too - it was pretty hardy, able to stand up against the relentless fucking; relentless because Dan had a lot of pent-up tension to burn off), sandy scruff tickling her skin. “But since we’re here and not moving, I wanted to ask you something.” Allison smiled up at Dan once they’d rolled over, shifting to get comfortable in their current position. Her hands moved to comb through his hair. “Sunday. I guess it’s socially unacceptable to keep you here until then.” It was half joking, half serious. But she was fairly certain she would need to go back to her apartment soon. She wasn’t sure how long the snow would last, but she hoped it wouldn’t be forever. She wasn’t in a rush to leave and go out into the snow, though. She tilted her head slightly, fingers moving to the back of his head. She was enjoying the simplicity of this. She focused then, pulling her thoughts out of the gutter and back into the conversation. “What did you want to ask me?” She wasn’t sure if this was a serious question time or a less serious one, but she’d make sure to give him all of her attention anyway. Yes. Dan’s thoughts were in the gutter too, but that was because Allison was gorgeous and he was pretty into platonic naked cuddling, especially after sweaty adult activities, but that was the thing - he was hoping for this to swerve into not platonic territory. And of course fingers in the messy haystack that was his morning hair, that was essentially making him putty in Allison’s hands. He chuckled against her skin - a whoosh of hot air, the vibration of his voice. “Do they still call it - a boyfriend and girlfriend thing?” he asked, dusting a kiss on her shoulder, her collarbone. “Where you - you know. Dates. Me and you. Ending up here sometimes.” Or Allison’s bed, he wasn’t picky. Didn’t have to be just the bedroom either? If you didn’t break a few things or switch up the location while busting a nut, that was just boring, wasn’t it? Allison listened to the words as he said them. It was a slightly disjointed way of saying it, but she had a feeling she understood his meaning. “Are you asking me if I want to be your girlfriend?” She smiled, considering it for a moment. He’d put up with her siblings and a lot of things. She’d also not used her abilities to get to this point. Also she enjoy his company and the time they spent together. “Because if so, I think my answer really has to be yes. If not, then I guess that’s embarrassing, but now you know.” She laughed, light and airy. “I’ve enjoyed both the dates and ending up here.” But she was also happy to do this again here or her place or wherever. She didn’t live with anyone and there were no restrictions on where they had sex in the apartment. “And, as far as I know, they still do girlfriend and boyfriend unless I’ve missed something crucial outside of just what everyone else knows about technology in most places in 2019.” “Oh, good,” Dan’s tone was sheepish - and, you know, distinctly amused that he had been awkward about asking, but he did his best. Allison got the point, anyway. “I haven’t had a girlfriend since maybe high school so I was hoping things hadn’t changed very much.” Plus it meant he didn’t have to introduce her as ‘my friend dot dot dot Allison.’ Thus leading others to the (probably correct) conclusion that Dan didn’t know what he was doing. And he was pretty sure Anders was already referring to Allison as his girlfriend. So Dan really needed to get with the program. His fingertips brushed over the expanse of skin within his reach, appreciating the sensuality of her with his hands, the way she was curved. Those fingertips pressed into her thigh, a little suggestive, but then he heard the telltale mew mew mew at the door, and tiny claws scratching. “Fuck, Azzie,” Dan laughed, throwing the door open with a flex of telekinetic muscle. He shut it the same way, and the cat came trotting over - hopped up into the bed, actually, and sat at the foot of it all expectant. Allison smiled at him good-naturedly. “Well, I cannot say the same thing, but it’s been a little bit at least.” But she was also happy to be able to tell people that he was her boyfriend. It was easier than trying to explain things or making it a long-winded thing like when she explained it to Diego. His obsession with the fact that Dan’s name was Dan. She made a small noise of disappointment when she heard Azzie at the door. But it was interesting to see Dan use his powers. She glanced down at the bottom of the bed, watching Azzie. “I guess this ends our morning in bed,” she said after a moment. “Raincheck?” Because she definitely wanted to revisit this at some point. “I’ve never been so disappointed to get up before in my life.” Which maybe was a bit of an exaggeration, but it felt correct in the moment. “Hi Azzie,” she added as an afterthought. “Definitely raincheck,” Dan agreed, because this cat was not going to ruin his opportunity for morning sex (it was the best way to start the day) on every occasion she was hungry (which was frequently - cats acted like they were starving if they went thirty minutes without a meal). “You’ve got bad timing,” he told Azzie, who just stared like she could not possibly give any fucks at all, and he had a feeling that she didn’t. But he kissed Allison’s cheek before flinging his side of the covers back and rummaging for sweatpants to put on, since going downstairs naked was probably a faux pas. He put on a t-shirt too, mental feelers extending to see if he could suss out whether Sabrina was awake or not, and where she was in the house. “Did you bring a toothbrush?” he asked Allison. “If not, I have an extra,” he added, one knee propped on the mattress, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead and probably admire how nice she looked right now. “Lemme go feed this fat beast, I’ll meet you downstairs.” “Terrible timing,” Allison agreed, but she waited for Dan to get up before she started to move. She smiled at the forehead kiss, nodding at the question about the toothbrush. “I may not have had to ever pack for a sleepover before, but I did manage to remember one. Thank you, though.” Because if she hadn’t overthought her packing choices out of anxiety the night before, she probably would have forgotten and she’d have appreciated it all the same. “I’ll see you down there.” She got up, pulling on the pajamas she’d packed that she never actually unpacked. At least she had the forethought to pack pajama pants instead of her usual nightgown. It was definitely not a nightgown sort of morning. She found her way to the bathroom once Dan left to feed Azzie, brushing her teeth before making her way downstairs. She wasn’t going to admit that she felt a little lost as she wandered down the stairs. It was only her own house that she could easily maneuver in and not hope she didn’t end up somewhere she didn’t mean to be. “Has she survived her elongated starvation?” Dan turned at the sound of Allison’s voice, and his grin crinkled cornflower eyes at the corners when he motioned to the kitchen windowsill. “She likes to eat up there,” he said, referring to the fluffy white cat who was chowing down on her breakfast. It was true though, he couldn’t seem to get her to eat from a bowl on the floor - it was like she felt entitled to be on the highest level and worshipped and served, but that was pretty typical of all of her kind. He scooted closer to Allison, arms slipping around her. He wished it was a nightgown morning - if he couldn’t have her naked in bed with him, swathed in miniscule bits of silk seemed like the next best option. “Want anything to go with your cereal?” he asked warmly, though it was a little gravelly too - rocks in a tumbler. He was really very cute. Allison was not going to forget this at all. The more she was around him, the more certain she was about it. But his hair messy and in sweatpants and a t-shirt, he somehow seemed even more cute. But she’d seen a less cute side, too. A good side. The kind that ended up with them both naked. She turned her attention away from his smile and up to the windowsill where Azzie ate, shaking her head a little. “Is this a cat thing or an Azzie thing?” She smiled as she felt his arms around her, hands moving to pull them tighter around her for a moment. “Is there milk? That’s really all I can think of unless you mean to tell me you also have coffee, because I feel like that’s probably very necessary.” She tilted her head to look up at him. “We’d definitely be very cold if we had to go get coffee right now.” “No, it’s a cereal without milk household,” Dan teased, even if he sounded so serious, that murmur of words. He definitely obliged Allison and held her tighter though, hands locked on the small of her back. “Coffee, yeah. That too. Definitely coffee.” He was mostly speaking in full sentences so that was good - he was dressed, teeth brushed, he’d fed the cat, now he was going to make breakfast. Slowly, Dan would morph into a real human being. But Allison had seen his bedhead and still wanted to be with him - she’d seen a few different sides of him, come to think of it. Especially the side that was all passion, the kind he usually tapped into when he was drunk, in the past - when the ghost of his father reared its head. But that hadn’t happened last night. He’d let himself unravel that tightly wound control and he hadn’t hurt anyone - in fact, it was...pleasurable. So that was a big milestone, as far as he was concerned. “I think that’s definitely an Azzie thing. Salem doesn’t do that - oh, and Sabrina will be down soon,” he said, dropping a kiss in Allison’s hair and reluctantly letting go to get the coffee pot percolating. Dan wasn’t listening to Sabrina’s thoughts specifically, but he could sense her, her brainwaves so to speak. “We can all have cereal together, I guess?” Allison rolled her eyes. “You can’t keep milk and cereal apart.” She enjoyed the physical closeness of the morning. “Thank god...or whoever.” For her, it was just a saying, just something that people said, but she knew that it might have meant more for other people, so she didn’t want to upset anyone. Glancing up at the ceiling as if it would reveal a teenage girl moving around, Allison nodded at his words. “This is what she wanted all along.” She carefully moved to make her hair a little neater as if that would disguise anything about the fact that she’d only just recently woken up. At least she didn’t look like she’d fallen asleep with mascara on. She was presentable enough for having just woken up not that long ago and now had a boyfriend. “You need any help with the cereal?” Dan was already grabbing Sabrina’s box of Lucky Charms, and Allison’s multigrain Cheerios - out of the two, he was probably a multigrain fan himself. Sugary cereal just tasted like teeth rot, but he understood it was probably a teenager thing. “Nah, I got it,” he assured, with a rumble of a laugh. “I might make toast with it, so stay tuned.” Or eggs. They needed the protein, and he had some farm fresh ones from the market so that would be ideal. Either way, he was in a pretty good mood and nothing would ruin that - not even Friday the 13th. |