Drew (seethroughalens) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-04-17 23:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | drew nolan, waverley merida |
Who: Drew Nolan & Waverley Merida
What: First date
When: Super duper backdated :-|
Where: LA
Rating: Low
Warnings: n/a
Waverley had spent the rest of the afternoon in a state of near constant panic. She'd showered, shaved, looked at her wardrobe, freaked out at having nothing to wear that was date appropriate and then - after deciding what she was going to wear - climbed into the bath and sat under the water for an hour where she talked herself through the evening and how it was going to be okay.
Finally ready, Waverley put the finishing touches to her make up - winged eyeliner and a smokey eye that made the blue stand out and her signature red lipstick - and looked at herself in the mirror, fluffing her hair up at the back. She'd blow-dried it, made sure that it looked volumous and slightly curled -as it did naturally - and had decided against straightening it because she didn't want to risk ruining the nice volume she had going on.
Slipping into her boots, her tight black jean and red shirt (with only a slight dip to show cleavage because she was trying to be classy tonight) she was feeling a little better about the evening. No less terrified, but a little better.
Bag on her shoulder, Waverley put her wallet, keys and cell (after taking a picture of herself and sending it to Elijah who replied You look gorgeous! Tell me everything! Love you :kissing_heart:, of course) in and straightened her shoulders. She had a light jacket held in her hand, then thought better of it, putting it back up and instead slipping a hair tie around her wrist, along with a silver bangle that had aquamarine stones embedded in it with stamped patterns around the stones in twirling shapes.
The last thing she did was apply the tiniest bit of perfume, nothing too much as she found the smells to be quite overwhelming, but it was something citrusy and vanilla, which complemented her own natural sea-breeze scent.
All she had to do was wait.
Honestly? Waverley wasn't the only one nervous. Drew was very nervous because it had been a really long time he'd been on a date and an even longer time since he'd gone on a date with a woman he actually... liked. He and Elijah had crossed paths as the witch had come over to take a look at and help Dawson out with his injury so he felt better about leaving Dawson alone and Elijah was nothing if not insistent that he go on his date.
He was dressed hopefully smart enough but not too smart so it was uncomfortable and awkward. Drew had also swung by a small shop on the way to pick up Waverley where instead of flowers he picked her up a shell flower as he figured that was probably a better gift to bring with him and a lot more personable.
As he approached the stairs leading up to Waverley's apartment he stopped for a moment to take a breath, fiddle with his hair, check his breath and give himself a cursory sniff. Okay, good, it was all good. Drew headed up and lifted his hand to rap his knuckles against the door.
When there was a knock at the door, she was ready. Well, physically. Mentally she wanted to climb back into the bath and hide there forever. She pulled the door open and greeted Drew with a smile.
"Hey, handsome."
He looked gorgeous, but then he always did, and the half smile on his face, the slightly bashful expression that she wasn't used to was endaring in the kind of way that made her chest tighten a little.
"You clean up nicely," she teased, stepping out of the door and leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, only lightly to avoid leaving a lipstick mark against his skin. It was a little early in the evening for that.
Drew gave Waverley an answering smile. "Thanks, but it's nothing compared to you. You look beautiful." He ducked in to return the light kiss to the cheek before he offered up the shell flower he'd bought for her. "I uh got you this. I was thinking about actual flowers but then I figured all they do is die and make a lot of mess while doing this and well, this seemed a little more you."
Waverley rolled her eyes though she was obviously touched by the compliment. "Don't be silly," she told him, "I'll be beating people off you with a stick tonight." She'd heard that phrase from Elijah a few times, generally about her when she was in her 'I need to get laid' outfits, which tonight definitely wasn't one of those.
She looked down at his hand, lifted hers to curl around his as she brushed her thumb over the shell flower. Her breath caught in her throat and she glanced up at him through painted lashes, "I- Drew this is beautiful." She bit her lower lip, taking it carefully from him. It didn't seem too delicate, but she wasn't about to risk it by putting it in her bag, so she leaned back into the house - her other hand still holding his - and placed it on the table beside the door. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Drew replied with a smile. He was really relieved that she liked it because he'd gone with his gut and that didn't normally let him down but there was a first time for everything. He squeezed her hand and tipped his head. "C'mon, I have a table booked at this really cool Sushi place."
It was kind of ironic that Waverley had asked him out but he'd done all the prep work.
Waverley locked the door and let Drew lead her downstairs. "I love sushi," she enthused, pausing as they hit the bottom of the stairs and she pulled him to a halt, tilting her head and waiting for him to look at her before she met his eyes. "You do clean up real nice, you know," she told him with an upward curl of her lips.
Drew was jolted a little mid step as Waverley tugged him to a stop and he turned to meet her gaze, a strangely bashful smile creeping over his face. "Well, I'm definitely not the only one." She did look pretty amazing but then she could be wearing a burlap sack and she'd still look gorgeous.
He tipped his head. "Shall we?"
Waverley rolled her eyes, leaning up to kiss his cheek again. The bashful smile had been more endearing than it had any right to be and she wanted to be angry at him for looking so adorable and handsome but she couldn't.
"You see me like this all the time, silly," she told him, squeezing his fingers before she hooked her arm around his and let him lead the way. "I'm starving, so yeah, let's go eat."***
The dinner had gone well, really well in fact. At no point during the evening had they been lacking in conversation or laughter which quite honestly was probably better because there was nothing worse than stale boring no fun back and forth.
Honestly the dessert range hadn't been that great because end of the day it was a sushi bar so Drew had settled up the bill and then they'd made their way to a nearby ice-cream parlour where Drew had opted for a cone and Waverley had gone the complete opposite.
"Okay, okay," Drew drawled as he helped himself to a generous lick of ice-cream. "Worst first impression of somebody, who was it and more importantly, what was it?"
Waverley didn't respond for a long moment, having been utterly distracted by Drew licking at his ice-cream. She blinked, the question sort of filtering in through her mind (which had been in the gutter for the better part of the latter half of their date after she'd watched Drew pick up and use chopsticks with a practised ease that informed her that yes, yes he was dexterous) and she adjusted the hold on the plastic tub that her ice-cream was sitting in.
"Um, as in my first impression? Or like, an interesting story of someone else's bad first impression?"
"Either or," Drew responded with ease and a smile, not aware of where Waverley's mind was. "I don't mind." He tipped his head to look over at her as he took another mouthful of ice cream. He'd shed his jacket in favour of offering it to Waverley as the night air whilst not cool was still a little chilly.
Waverley stuck her bio-degradable spork into her ice-cream and took a mouthful, humming thoughtfully before her eyes lit up and she turned to look at Drew properly, walking backwards. "Did you ever hear how Elijah and Dawson first met?" she asked, beaming with excitement at telling what was - admittedly - one of her favourite stories.
Drew shook his head. "I did not actually hear this story so looking forward to hearing this gem." He grinned as he trailed after Waverley, eagerly awaiting the tale that his brother had never been very forthcoming about.
Waverley's face lit up even brighter, if that was possible and the spork went right back into the pineapple ice-cream, forgotten about in the wake of her favourite story. "So, you know Untapped Potential?" she asked, "the karaoke bar? I've got no idea what Dawson was there but he was, and that night, Elijah was performing too. I don't know if you've ever seen him perform? He's like a damn peacock and he'd spotted that Dawson wasn't looking at him or paying him attention."
She gestured with her tub. "Big mistake, so Elijah walks over and get Dawson's attention and was like 'are you deaf or something?' but Dawson, obviously, didn't hear, so Elijah repeated the question and then Dawson just nodded his head."
Drew nodded his head. "Mm, I am aware of it." Not that he'd ever gone there and sung karaoke but he might do it one day, probably when he was drunk. He could definitely imagine Elijah being a peacock on stage strutting around and displaying his tail feathers.
"Oh my God, he did not do that," Drew said with a laugh. "Oh wow, that's- Yeah, that is definitely a really bad first impression."
Waverley beamed, "He did," she said enthusiastically, "he really, really did. Which was mortifying, but they-" she waved her hand, sticking a spoonful of pinapple ice cream in her mouth and talking around it, "-they worked it out. They became pretty good friends, you know."
"Yeah, yeah they did," Drew agreed with a smile. "Which I'm grateful for as it's good to know that Dawson has good people around him even if he doesn't have a pack right now." And try as he might to pretend like he didn't care or didn't need one Drew knew better. He might be human but he'd done his research.
She moved to stand next to him, hooking her arm around Drew's and resting her head against his shoulder as they walked along the sidewalk, the beach lit up beside them. She'd have loved to walk through the sand, but the was too much of a risk that she could get caught by the water.
"I've been asking around," she said quietly, "There are a couple that are actively recruiting, I just need to get in to speak with their Betas."
Drew turned his head a little as Waverley rested her head against his shoulder and made herself comfortable against his side as the strolled alongside one another. "Yeah? Okay, that's good. I mean I hope they won't be put off by the fact that Dawson is deaf because that would suck."
He flexed his hand around the ice cream cone in his hand. "I mean I don't know if it would help if I also spoke to them but then again I'm human and they might not be open to that."
“Some of them don’t even like me talking to them, so maybe just let me try for now and you can maybe try later? I did hear from a friend of a friend that he’s been grabbing breakfast a lot with one werewolf in particular, so I hope that’s a good sign.”
She nudged his shoulder with her nose and then rested her temple against it again. “So... anything you wanna ask me?” She tipped her head up to look up at him. “Other than my worst first impression.”
"I defer to your wisdom," Drew shared with a smile though his brow did furrow when Waverley mentioned how Dawson had been having breakfast with a werewolf. He hadn't said anything and that was weird or at least it was to Drew considering he thought it was an important detail.
He smiled over her and lifted his shoulders. "Is it too early to ask if you're enjoying your night?"
Waverley's lips curled up into a smile and she leaned up, pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Not at all," she reassured, nudging his jaw with her nose before she stood down again and dropped her empty ice-cream cup into a nearby recycling can. That allowed her to rest both hands in Drew's arm.
"I really am."
Drew's lips curled into another smile as Waverley nudged at his jaw and on impulse alone he turned his head to press a kiss to her temple. "Well I am very glad to hear it. I haven't been on a date in a very long time, was worrying I'd gotten rusty."
Waverley's eyes drifted shut briefly at the kiss to her temple and she squeezed his arm a little to show that she appreciated it, pressing that little bit closer. "As if you could get rusty at anything," she told him, playfully chastising in her tone. "Are you kidding me?"
Drew had thankfully finished off his ice cream cone so he could toss the napkin and leaned a little closer to Waverley as she did the same. "Hey, it could happen. I mean I've been out of the game for a long time so the dating dos and do nots may have changed."
Waverley's breath caught when she looked up and found that Drew was even more in her space than he had been before. She went still, looking up at him before she curled her fingers in the collar of his shirt and used it to keep him still, holding eye contact.
"I find it hard to believe that you'd be anything less than incredible at everything."
Drew swallowed hard as Waverley's hand curled in the collar of his shirt and she pulled him to a stop and there was just this moment of heated... intensity. There was a distinct atmosphere between them and it wasn't unpleasant but he felt if he didn't do something about it then he was definitely going to regret it.
And so he did, do something about it, that was.
He pushed both hands into her hair and closed what little distance separated them, catching her mouth in a slow kiss.
Waverley didn't react for a split second; sort of kissed into a stunned silence before her hand released his shirt and slid up his chest, along into his hair to pull him close as she pressed forwards, standing up on her toes to return the kiss, winding her other arm around his shoulders, one foot lifting as she sank into the kiss.
She was pretty sure that somewhere in the distance a choir started singing.
Drew smiled into the kiss as Waverley happily returned the kiss because whilst he'd been fairly certain that it wasn't going to be ill received stranger and weirder things had happened. He tightened his hands in her hair and made sure to thoroughly map every small detail of this kiss into his long term memory as it was definitely one he was going to remember.
He pulled away only when air became something of an issue and his lips pulled into another smile.
Waverley leaned back when the kiss broke and opened her eyes to look up at Drew, cheeks flushed and she just stole another brief kiss, a simple brush of her lips against his before she hooked her arm around his again and tugged him along away from the trash can and further down the path.
"Is this the part of the night where you take me home?" she asked, "Or can I convince you to take me dancing?"
"Did I mention that I have two left feet?" Drew threw out as he smiled over at Waverley. "Think your toes would hate me by the time we were through on the dancefloor." Probably an exaggeration but he definitely didn't have the smoothest of moves.
Waverley's eyebrows lifted and she took his hand, twirling herself under it even as they kept moving. "I think you gotta let me be the judge of that?" Besides, the kind of dancing she had in mind didn't really involve that much fancy footwork.
Drew chuckled and he just rolled his eyes. "Fine, we'll go dancing and then you'll regret it so much that you'll practically beg me to take your home."
Waverley's expression shifted into something much sultrier. "Drew, you don't gotta step on my toes for me to ask you to take me home," she told him, leaning up to steal another kiss, her fingers resting against his chest as she pressed closer.
An eyebrow lifted at that remark from Waverley and he would have replied had it not been for the fact she was kissing him again. He curled his arms around her before he smoothed his hands up her back and let them settle around the back of her neck as he enjoyed the taste of her lips.
Waverley hummed into the kiss before she stood back down, breaking it and running her thumb over Drew's lower lip to smooth off the gloss that had clung there. "So," she murmured, eyes flicking up to look at him, voice a little lower than it had been before, "dancing?"
Drew chuckled as he reached down to curl his hand around Waverley's wrist at which point he spun her out and then fell in beside her, arm wrapping around her shapely waist. "Dancing," he affirmed with a nod as he pressed a kiss to Waverley's temple.
"I know just the place," Waverley said, moulding herself against his side and leading the way for the rest of the evening to unfold in front of them like the start of an exciting new adventure.