Who: Owen and Cecilia When: Evening Where: Their house NSFW
Cecilia's first day in Bunkerville had been frustrating, but manageable. Her morning encounter with Owen, however brief, had given her enough of a morale boost that even as time went on, she wasn't half as irritable as she might have been. She was pretty sure she'd gone and annoyed a handful of people on the network, particularly Chase, but she'd made an effort to be gentle with him. Or, gentler, anyway. It had frustrated her a little that people didn't really see things her way, but she wasn't going to fight it out, either. She could just deal with it and move on, and hope like hell that the group managed to get enough points to claim everything important.
She might have been embarrassed to admit it, but any time she started to get too stressed out over their situation she'd taken a breather and thought about her morning with Owen. That helped. Distracted her a little from time to time, and whoever was watching her probably saw her occasionally staring off into space and smiling like a moron, but... oh well. She needed that, though through-out the course of the day a sense of anticipation rose within her. She wanted the day to be over with, so she could be alone with him again in their stupid little house, and maybe not think about the rest so much, and... she wasn't sure what else. Things had definitely been stirring inside her brain that morning, among other parts, and she wasn't entirely sure what - if anything - to do about it. Since she and Owen had become - well, whatever they were, they had't labeled it and it still felt strange to think of him as her boyfriend - Cecilia had discovered that her sex drive wasn't actually dead. This morning it had been very much alive, and she couldn't honestly say today was the first time she'd ever thought about doing that with Owen. But she wasn't sure what she was capable of, and above all she didn't want to ruin things, so she'd been content to take things slow. That morning had been the first time that thinking about it didn't make her even a little bit nervous. And in turn, thinking about that realization all day had made her nervous. Irony was such a bitch.
Eventually she'd gotten it through her head that she was overthinking everything too much (huge surprise), and she was just going to continue to take things as they came. It wasn't a subject she and Owen had discussed much, so she had no idea how he felt or what he wanted, so clearly she was getting way ahead of herself. That settled in her mind, she went about her day. But she got a box of condoms anyway, telling herself it was just in case they ever got around to it. Neptune had been watching her as she put them in her bag, and she scowled down at him. "Not a word. Don't look at me like that."
The rest of the day had been uneventful. After closing the clinic she'd gone to the grocery store, picked up a couple of things, and headed back to the house. She fed Neptune and then explored the house for the first time, feeling a bit like she was in the twilight zone, or maybe touring some old TV or movie set. It was all so... well, real. Authentic feeling. She'd looked in the bedroom to see if they had other clothing to choose from and was relieved to find that they did, but she didn't change out of her uniform. She'd made a promise to Owen, after all. Her feet were killing her, however, so as she headed into the kitchen to make dinner she stepped out of the awful shoes and walked around in her stockinged feet. She couldn't help but wonder if they'd let her keep those shoes back in Mount Zenith, purely for the sake of having the pleasure of burning them. The rest of the costume she wouldn't mind keeping either, but... for very different reasons. The look on Owen's face when he had first seen her had easily gotten her through the most frustrating parts of her day.
Some part of her still felt a little huffy about the housewife routine, but it was tolerable. Cooking for Owen was something she liked to do anyway, and he'd made it clear he didn't expect this of her. That helped. Still, she needed those stupid points, so if she was going to do the thing she might as well make a real effort of it. She made an easy dinner anyway, steaks and baked potatoes, knowing it was something Owen liked while also having the advantage of somehow symbolizing 50s America to her. Felix had even been able to get her a couple of bones for Owen, so Neptune was sprawled out on the floor happily going to town on one when Cecilia heard the front door. With a little wince, Cecilia stepped back into the shoes, figuring she might as well do it right, and headed out into the hall to meet him with a glass of whiskey in hand. She felt a little awkward and almost shy somehow, but mostly she was just happy to see him. "Hey, you," she said, leaning against the door frame. "How was your day?"