Who: Arthur Lloyd and Clair Montgomery-Andrews When: Saturday morning Where: Clair's room. What: Well...
Arthur had had a very busy morning. But then again, his Saturdays were always very busy. It was the only day in the week that he did not sleep in or oversleep and it had been that way since the tradition of Saturdays with the Montgomery-Andrews siblings had started. Though this particular Saturday he was only going to be spending it with one sibling and it wasn't the one with the chicken.
Though there would be, he thought smirking to himself as he made his way back to his room from the kitchen, chicken invloved. In the form of chicken noodle soup. Sperm chicken noodle soup. Chicken sperm? One of these days he would have to pay a visit to the store where Nova got all her penis and sperm shaped things. It sounded like it could be a really fun store. He would drag Clair along with him. She was still mad at him but it was nothing that an apology couldn't solve. Arthur was going to do just that today and because he was Arthur he was going to do with such a gesture.
Shutting the door to his dorm room shut behind him, Arthur quickly stripped off and pulled on the piece of clothing that had come in the mail a few days back. It could hardly be called clothing though but it was certainly a piece. This stunt, given how it was still winter, would put a new meaning to freezing your balls off. And then he was picking up the tray again and walking over to the girls dorm, winking at one of the cameras as he passed. It was really too late to wonder if this would also land him in detention.
Reaching Clair's door he knocked, and struck up a pose that would really show off what he was wearing to the maximum. And then he gave his best 'blue steel' look at her door.
Which soon opened, and Arthur was no longer giving his look to the door but to the girl herself. Clair looked pale and drawn, like anybody down with the fever. But as she stared at him and what he was not wearing, colour (red) started to creep up her cheeks. "Arthur Lloyd!" She couldn't yell all that well with her sore throat and her voice cracked in so many places that the name was incomperhensible. But the indignant tone was still there. The suprise.
Leopard print underwear?! "What do you think you're doing?!"
"Don't you ever get tired of asking me that question?" Arthur drawled, trying his hardest to look cool while holding a tray. It was Saturday morning but there were people still lurking about. He was also trying his hardest not to shiver or to keep his teeth from chattering. The things he went through for his girl. He would look back later and think that all of it was worth it.
"We made a bet remember? And I am not cleaning your toenails with a toothbrush. There's just somethings I wouldn't do." Lie. Lie. Lie. He would do anything. "Anyways," Arthur continued, a naughty smirk playing on his face, "Would you like to see what it looks like from the back?" That question earned him a squeal and a shrill-esque "No!" And then Clair was telling him to come in and Arthur knew that he had already been forgiven. All that was left was to actually voice his apology but that could come later.
He kicked the door shut behind him and said, "You don't have to worry, it's not like it's a man thong or anything." It wasn't. Arthur had been really tempted but there was such a thing as overdoing things. "And the number of gay porn sites that I had to go through to find these were staggering." He shrugged and added. "You look like crap. Here's chicken noodle."
It really showed that Clair was suprised when she did not even bother to make a retort when he told her she looked like crap. In the wake of all the drama she had forgotten about the bet they had made over the journals. And it wasn't even an official bet too. She had just been teasing...
She transferred her thoughts to the bowl of chicken noodle that was on the tray Arthur was carrying. It was better then looking at the almost naked boy in her room. Oh she had seen Arthur without his shirt on a dozen times but that was all before...before...
"Are those sperm?!" Clair's thoughts shifted abruptly as she finally focused on what was floating in the bowl. She looked up at Arthur and you could see that they were both thinking the same thing as they cracked up. It was Arthur who voiced it out, wriggling his eyebrows in a comical way,
"Well, even chicken's made of noodle have to procreate somehow." And then the conversation turned to noodle chicks and eggs that hatched noodle and ever flacid noodle penises (if they were hard would crispy be a better term?) and chicken sex (which neither of them had ever seen given that they were city kids) and Arthur said,
"You better eat this, it's getting cold." He nodded to the bed and followed after Clair as she got under her covers again. Sititng down, they both realized that Arthur would have a problem seeing that the underwear was rather tight around the.... Well at least that was so when he was sitting down and they were talking about an imginary species of chicken.
"I'll feed you." He said, settling the tray on his lap and covering up the problem. Getting a spoon he scooped up some soup. Clair leaned foward to receive it. It was not the first time that he had fed her. It was just the first time that he had fed her sperm shaped things while being almost naked. She was blushing again. But determined not to let some odd quiet mood settle over them.
"Next time you're visiting the sick, you should dress for function and not to win a bet." She quipped, swallowing her first mouthful. He replied by saying that radition suits were too expensive if he bought them online. And the headpiece messed with his hair.
That made Clair laugh and the next time they fell silent it was an easy one. When it was Arthur's turn to next break it, the soup was almost finished. "So I'm sorry." He said easily, meeting her gaze. "For pestering you about what kind of answer you would give Rye." He would have continued but she was shaking her head and it was his cue to stop.
"Don't worry about it, I was like a rampaging bitch that night." Clair wrinkled her nose. "But that jackass makes me so angry." She had to smirk when Arthur asked if he could go beat Rye up and shook her head. No. Whatever if was she had first dibs. And besides, she told him, those leopard prints were only meant for good memories and not redundant ones.
Clair took another mouthful, the last mouthful, of chicken noodle and flashed Arthur a quizzical look when he said that he knew the answer anway. Waving her hand she gestured for him to continue.
"It's simple." He put the spoon into the empty bowl. "You would have come to Simmon's defence." Looking at her expression, Arthur knew that he was right. "He's your friend and Rye is so fucking irritating that you would have snapped anyway." Smirking he could not help but add, "And frankly he's not as scary as Nova or Otto." Pause. "He's not as scary as bunny."
Here Clair laughed. "Correct." She said simply and waved her hand dismissively. "Lets not talk about Rye. I'm not going to be one of those lamers who sit around and bitch about the bullies who bullied them." Or tried to, in Rye's case. She reached for one of the napkins on Arthur's tray but he beat her to it. Snatching it he leaned foward and started to gently wipe her mouth.
Of course he noticed the way her lips parted at his touch.
Of course she noticed how gentle he was being. She could feel his fingertips through the napkin.
"Arthur." Clair pulled away. She wanted to be friends. Just friends. He was making this hard. "I'm tired." She snuggled back into her covers and then had to sit up quickly again when Arthur put the tray on the dresser and started to climb onto the bed. "Oh no Mister! Not without pants on!" There was a giggle in her voice though, and Clair was already telling him about a pair of Justin's pajama pants that she had kept for herself because there were uber comfortable.
Arthur put those on and then he put on her oversized pink robe as well just to be funny about it. Climbing onto the bed, he got behind her. Spooning. She was saying something about him catching her fever and he replied with, "It's Saturday. I have to spend time with you and if that means sharing you with your germs so be it." This round of back of fourth did not last as long as their first one did. Clair was tired and soon she had drifted off.
He held her, and let his thoughts drift. Underwear and sperm and now cuddling before sleep. It was sex and not sex. He started to hum a song from Muse. Oh baby, can you hear me moan.