Lennon Marx (movedthrough) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-01-19 11:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 063, lennon, lila |
50s Roleplay, Zenith Style
Who: Lila and Lennon
When: Evening
Where: Lila’s home
Warnings: R, maybe?
Lila was not thrilled with her day. Washing clothes and then trying to buy some decent food on a budget of ten dollars was ridiculous, especially after she spent a dollar and fifteen cents on two burgers and fries for Simms. She managed to buy some rib roast, vegetables, potatoes, bread, milk, coffee and a few other necessities for a little over five dollars. Lila was assuming that They would give her more money since she spent the day actually working, but if not, she had a little over four bucks left. No more diner for her incarcerated husband until she started making more money.
She changed into one a drab, blue day dress hanging in her closet, and brushed her hair down over her shoulders, pinning the strands up above her ears. She looked innocent enough. Then she got to work cooking. Lila was not much of a chef, to say the least, but she could figure it out. She began to prepare the rib roast while chopping potatoes and carrots. She had frozen peas on the counter, ready to be steamed. Lila did have much in the way of dessert but for some canned fruit cocktail, and the only beverage in her fridge now was iced tea she had made. Admittedly, it irked her that she was lower class. As far as she could tell, she and Simms were the only Ex-B members who were placed in this particular social class. It didn’t matter. She would make it work.
As it neared six thirty, Lila had nearly everything ready to go. The rib roast smelled pretty good, cooking in the oven with the potatoes and carrots. She put place settings on the tiny, round rickety table that seated two and then washed her hands as she waited for Lennon.
Lennon had decided he’d better go and work, since that was what he was supposed to do here. He’d spent a little while at the greenhouse and had then gone around exploring the rest of the place. There was a clinic, and he’d been truly entertained by what one had to do to acquire condoms. Not that he knew for sure he’d need them, but he liked to be prepared for anything. Maybe if he didn’t use them, he’d get to take them back to the mansion when he went.
Back at his house, he’d showered and put on pants and a shirt from the closet. Had he ever even worn a pair of slacks before? The clothes looked like things he’d seen from movies of the 50s, which made perfect sense. He felt like a goob, but at least there was consolation in the fact that everyone else would have the same kinds of clothes. It didn’t really matter anyway, he thought. This was just another test, in a sense. Once he was ready, he went next door, knocking and waiting for Lila to answer.
Lila turned off the water, wiped her hands on a small dishtowel, and then walked across the small room to open the door. She smiled at Lennon and stepped back to allow him inside. "Good evening," she said, closing the door behind him. "I'm making rib roast, I hope that's okay. It's hard to put a decent menu together with such a limited budget." As much as she wasn't fond of Zenith, at least everything was taken care of for them there. Food, supplies. Lila enjoyed having a house to herself, but she didn't like having to use money to buy stuff.
Lila looked soft and pretty and innocent in the blue dress, and Lennon had to wonder if it pissed her off to have to dress like that. It wouldn’t be in character to ask, so he didn’t. “You look lovely,” he said, smiling and hoping he looked the part of a single young man desperately lusting after his neighbor’s wife. Not that he would have normally gone after someone who was married, but this was Zenith pretendy fun times, so he didn’t have to worry about that part of it. “Rib roast sounds good. I don’t cook much myself, since I’m a man on my own, so thank you for inviting me over.” He was smirking, unable to help it because he felt very silly. Maybe that wouldn’t count against him.
Lila smiled, amused that Lennon was sticking so close to his ‘character’. She couldn’t blame him. She wanted those points as much as anyone. “It’s no trouble,” Lila assured him. “Like I said, it gets lonely here, especially at dinner time. I don’t get a lot of company,” she admitted. Lila went into the kitchen to finish up the meal, a soft smile on her face. “Feel free to have a seat. Would you like some iced tea? I have some milk too, if you prefer that.” She would have bought liquor, but it wouldn’t have been smart, considering her small wages.
Ordinarily, Lennon would have offered to help Lila in the kitchen, but a fifties guy wouldn’t do that, would he? So far he was having a fairly easy time sticking to what he was supposed to be doing, but he wasn’t sure how long that would last. Probably he’d slip up at some point, but maybe he could keep his head in the game, so to speak, for a while. “I know I have a housemate, but I get lonely too sometimes,” he said. He sat down, resisting the urge to kick off his shoes, then added, “Iced tea sounds great, thank you.”
Lila poured Lennon some iced tea and carried it to him. "I'm guessing it's pretty difficult to spend a lot of time with your friends lately, now that they're married." She wondered if it irked Lennon that TPTB had 'married' Tobias and Madison. "Do you get to see them often?" She returned to the kitchen to finish up the food and plate it so they could eat. It wasn't much, but it wasn't like Lila had a ton of money. It looked edible though, so that's all that mattered.
"We spend time,” Lennon said, sounding mildly dubious. They would, wouldn’t they? It wasn’t as if Chase and Tobias were really married. “Of course, they have to spend time with their wives first.” Hopefully his expression didn’t look too sour. “When I get matched with a wife, I’m sure I’ll be the same.” Too bad they couldn’t hook him up with a husband, but that wouldn’t happen in this era. “Do you see your husband often?” Why anyone would want to see that asshole was beyond him, but he could play along.
Lila wanted to laugh. When I get matched with a wife. It was like this whole 1950s experiment was some kind of reality show. Or game. Hell, it probably was. Wedding rings and babies. If the powers that be had wanted some strife, why not marry her to Lennon in the first place? Chase would have loved that, surely. “Um…” Lila made sure to put a little apprehension into her voice. She carried their plates to the table and set them both down before carefully sitting and smoothing her dress over her knees. “I try to see him every day,” she lied. “But to be honest, I’m not sure he enjoys my company. He’s angry all the time.” This was fun. Pretending. Lying about Simms. “It’s not easy being married to a man with a temper.”
Lennon got up and brought his drink to the table once he saw that Lila was headed that way. He settled into the seat in front of which she’d set his plate and spread the napkin over his lap. “I’m sure it’s not,” he said, raising his eyebrows slightly. Simms was a waste of space in his opinion, and at least if Lila had to be ‘married’ to him, she didn’t have to live with him. “This smells really great,” he said, his words completely truthful. He wouldn’t have thought Lila could cook, but honestly he didn’t really know that much about her to make that assessment.
“Thanks.” Lila cut into her food and glanced at Lennon. “I hope it tastes as good as it smells. I’ve never been the best cook, but I can throw a few meals together here and there.” While this was amusing, it was also mildly frustrating that she couldn’t talk to Lennon the way she wanted to. Or maybe she could, but she would lose points. She bit into her rib roast and eyed him before taking a sip of iced tea. “So, it’s been awhile since we spoke,” Lila said, clearly meaning the days after their encounter in the billiards room. “How have you been?”
Lennon had been waiting for her to somehow bring up his lapse of manners. On one hand, yeah, they weren’t having a relationship or anything. They barely knew each other. But on the other, he might have been the absolute worst at sex that she’d ever had, and he should have sought her out to apologize again or make some kind of overture. “Yes, it’s been too long,” he said, his cheeks coloring slightly. “I should’ve come by sooner. But I’ve been… fine.” As fine as anyone could be in their situation. “And yourself?”
Lila nodded. "It's fine. I've been fine too. I was just making sure I hadn't said or done something off putting to keep you away." She gave him a small smile. "It's been difficult to connect with people here." Not that Lila really cared about that. Her purpose wasn't to befriend everyone and pretend to be someone she wasn't. It was necessary from time to time, but she didn't have it in her to be phony twenty four seven.
“No, nothin’ like that,” Lennon said, wishing there was a way he could convey without words that she hadn’t done anything at all wrong, that he’d been embarrassed and he was just stupid. After a couple more bites and thinking carefully about what he wanted to say, he said, “It seems like everyone’s in different circumstances than I am. Everyone’s getting married, and I’m still alone. It isn’t exactly the same thing, but I kinda know how you feel.” He knew that everyone in Zenith wasn’t paired up, but it seemed like those he was closest to were either there or headed in that direction, and it got depressing. Lila was probably smart enough to read between the lines and have at least some idea what he was getting at.
Lila nodded as she pushed food around with her fork. "I understand," she said. "But you're a nice guy. And you're handsome. I can't imagine you'll stay a bachelor for very long. You've certainly been nicer to me than anyone else has in this place." And by this place, she also meant Zenith. "I'm sorry you're feeling lonely, though." Lila shrugged. "Maybe we could just get to know each other. It doesn't have to be... dinner." And by dinner, she meant sex. "But if you just want someone to hang out with where you're not feeling like a third wheel." She smiled. "My husband is in jail, so you won't have to worry about that with me."
“You’re beautiful,” Lennon said, his expression earnest. He wasn’t lying, although this did feel a little bit like they were playing out a television drama set in the fifties. He figured he’d just go with it. Why not? “You deserve a lot better than him. I wouldn’t normally try to be with someone who’s married, but your husband is not an honorable man.” Never mind that if this scenario been real, Lennon wouldn’t have been an honorable man either for getting with someone else’s wife. He figured that as far as degrees of bad went, what Simms had done was worse. “We should definitely be friends.”
Simms wasn't honorable at all. Which was probably what Lila liked about him. She lowered her gaze and stared at her plate, lips twitching. She appreciated Lennon staying in character, though she was sure there was some truth to what he was saying. Lila knew she was supposed to defend Simms, to proclaim his innocence. She wasn't the biggest fan of Juno the crybaby, and Chase was a psychotic ticking time bomb, but she didn't want to ruin whatever she had going with Lennon. Not out of some kind of emotional connection, but because she wanted to create friction between Lennon and his friends, and if she did anything to damage that, in character or not, what would be the point? "He never could learn to keep his hands to himself," Lila muttered before exhaling and looking up at Lennon with a small smile. "But yes, I would like that. How's your dinner?"
Lennon had to wonder why the pairs had been assigned the way they were. In some cases it was obvious. Chase and Kiley, Cecilia and Owen. Even Tobias and Madison, as much as that one made him roll his eyes. But Lila and Simms? And making him be a bachelor and room with another dude? That last one made him feel like they were just fucking with him or rubbing it in, or whatever. He probably wouldn’t figure them all out if he tried forever, so why bother? “It’s wonderful,” he said when she asked how dinner was. He’d eaten at least half of it thus far, and it made him try to remember the last time he’d had an actual meal he hadn’t fixed himself. Probably a while.
She gave him a small smile, while inwardly sighing. He wasn’t much of a conversationalist, now was he? It could just be he wasn’t terribly interested in her beyond sex, and that was okay, since she felt the same way about him. But still, it was going to be a long, agonizing dinner if she had to keep the conversation going. Lila cut into her rib roast again. “So would it be out of character to ask if you want to spend the night?”
Lennon didn’t know her terribly well, and sometimes that made it difficult to come up with things to talk about. Especially in a situation like this one where they didn’t want to break character. He couldn’t talk about music he liked or movies he’d seen, since he didn’t know a damn thing about whatever had been popular in the fifties. He glanced at her the next time she spoke; mentioning being out of character was likely out of character, right? “I’m not sure,” he said with a smile. “Maybe I’ve had my eye on you for a long time with your husband in jail and it’s the next step?” Would he lose points if he did stay the night? It wasn’t necessarily easy to predict what might cause them to get docked, but he wasn’t going to say no if it was a serious offer.
"I think that sounds plausible," Lila agreed, her eyes shimmering with amusement. "Of course, we would have to keep it quiet. We wouldn't want to cause a scandal." Sometimes secret trysts were hotter than having anything 'out in the open'. And she didn't think Lennon would mind it. He could fuck her while he pined away for Tobias. She would make it worth his while, at least. Lila glanced at her ticker. Yes, she was on pause now, but that was okay. She was quickly gaining points, and had been since she woke up here. Simms being in jail helped because Lila went about her day and barely had to talk to anyone. She was going to make sure she got something good.
“It would totally be a scandal in the fifties,” Lennon said, then took another bite. “Sneaking around’s a lot of fun.” He hadn’t thought about Tobias the last time and he wouldn’t this time. What good would it do? He wanted someone who didn’t want him. It was a thing that happened to most people at some point in their lives. He’d just enjoy what he could have. It wasn’t as if it was a hardship being with Lila. She was hot, and he hadn’t seen or heard anything bad about her since the thing with Chase, which she’d explained as an overreaction. Not that he was keen on Chase knowing they were hitting it, which was why he wasn’t running to tell anyone. He glanced at his wrist and made a face; he was on pause too. “Now back to our regularly scheduled program,” he added, hoping she’d know that he meant they should go back completely IC.
Lila hummed her acknowledgement in her throat. Yes, sneaking around was fun. That was part of the appeal with Simms, even if their fellow ExBers knew what was going on. Not that Lila cared much if the rest of the house knew too. It wasn't as if she had made any friends, or wanted any. Lila ate a few more bites of her food before she set her fork on her plate and stood to carry it back into the kitchen. "Do you want anymore?" She had some left, but figured if Lennon didn't want seconds she could pack it up and take it to Simms later.
“I’m done,” Lennon said. He figured he could pretend to be a progressive fifties man for a few, so he got up too and followed her to the kitchen with his nearly empty plate. He leaned against the counter nearby, glancing around and seeing that her kitchen was as low-key shabby as his and August’s. Nothing like being lower class. He’d have to admit that it was interesting to see how people had actually lived in a time way before he’d been born. Not that he’d want to stay in the fifties longer than he had to. “Thanks for the invitation and the company,” he said. “It’s a nice change.” That could apply back at Zenith as well as here, he thought wryly.
Lila placed their plates into the sink and rinsed her hands quickly. She dried them on the hanging dry towel and then turned to face Lennon. "You don't have to thank me," Lila said with a small smile. "It's really my pleasure. It's been so quiet here lately, with Scott gone." She stepped forward, moving in closer to where Lennon leaned against her counter. Lila reached out and toyed with the fabric of his shirt. "I appreciate the company. Do you mind staying for awhile longer?"
Lennon honestly thought it was terrible that Lila had been stuck with that guy for a fake husband. At least he was in jail so he couldn’t hurt her like he might if they’d had to live in the house together. He watched the path of her fingers as she played with his shirt, then he made a slow visual path up her body, a faint smile on his lips. “I don’t mind at all,” he said. He could see a bit of appeal in how people had used to dress; everything was covered up. It did make one wonder about the mysteries that might lurk beneath a piece of clothing.
Pretending to be hesitant, in order to stay in character, Lila finally pushed up on her toes to press a kiss against Lennon’s mouth. The poor guy probably needed it, and she wouldn’t mind at all if he wanted to try and prove something to do her after his subpar performance in the billiards room. As fake as it was, it was still kind of hot that she was wearing a wedding ring and Simms was stuck in his jail cell. Honestly, it was a bit of a turn on that she knew cameras were always watching. It wasn’t like Lila didn’t have experience showing her body to people. She let her hand cling to his shirt, wanting to hold onto him as if he were the most important thing in the world to her in that moment.
It was definitely in character for him to be starving for it, Lennon thought. He was a single guy in the fifties; he didn’t imagine that the majority of ladies had been very free with their favors like they’d be in the future. At any rate, he couldn’t have done much worse than he had the last time, so why not try? He deepened the kiss and pressed her body to his, also finding it exciting that she was supposedly married. He wouldn’t sleep with someone who was married in real life if he knew about it, but this was different. She wasn’t, but they could pretend. He turned them slightly, hoping to move toward the bedroom so they could defile Lila and Simms’s marital bed.
Her tiny house was probably no different than the one Lennon shared with August, so she assumed he knew where to go, although she supposed the two men probably had two bedrooms. Maybe. Even so, she let Lennon lead her to the tiny bedroom, deftly unbuttoning his shirt. The old fashioned clothes were a bit of a pain in the ass. It was so much easier to just tug shirts and pants off and get to it but here there were buttons and undershirts and garters and stockings. Jesus it took forever just to get dressed. Lila stroked her tongue against Lennon's, moaning softly in satisfaction. She wanted this time to be good. More than good. She wanted him to want it again, and again. And maybe stoke the fires of discord between he and his friends.
The old-timey clothes were both frustrating and fun in Lennon’s opinion. Beneath the button-up shirt he had on a white undershirt which would need to be pulled over his head. The problem was that he didn’t want to disengage from Lila for long enough to do that. Trying to undo the tiny little buttons on the back of her dress was a challenge, but he worked at it even as he kissed her. He was prepared this time in more ways than one, and he definitely wanted to make up for how crappy he’d been the other time.
Lennon was busy getting the annoying buttons of her dress pulled apart, so Lila tugged Lennon’s shirt from his pants and started to get his pants undone until she could get rid of his shirts. Her dress was probably the biggest hinderance, so she smiled against his mouth and then pulled back to turn around so he could get to the buttons easier. Once that was finished, it would be easy enough to push it to the floor. Her underwear wasn’t as complicated as some of the ‘upper class’ people, thank god.
When Lila presented him with her back, Lennon concentrated on undoing the buttons like it was the most important thing he’d ever done. He supposed he could have just ripped them from the holes and sent several of them popping off, but he needed to contain his impatience. She might actually like the dress; who knew? Finally he had it all the way undone and pushed it off of her shoulders so it could slide down her arms, then kissed along the curve of her shoulder until he reached her neck. As he did that he used his hands to push down his pants and kick them aside and shed the overshirt, letting it fall to the floor too.
Lila couldn't have cared less about the dress, and even if she had liked it, she doubted she would be bringing it back with her to Zenith, so she wouldn't have minded if Lennon had ripped it off of her. As it was, it was still sexy that he took his time, and she smiled when his lips found her skin again. She could feel him move behind her, and when she could, Lila stepped out of the dress that had pooled around her feet. She hadn't bothered with garters. Lila was poor enough that it didn't make sense for her to wear stockings while cooking dinner at home. She watched Lennon get undressed as she pulled her bra off, letting it fall to the floor with her dress. She didn't have condoms, as she hadn't figured she needed them, and Lila had a feeling Cecilia might have gotten suspicious if she had gone around the clinic to ask for them. Hopefully Lennon wouldn't mind the pull out method just this once. She reached for him, slipping her arms around his waist and pulling him down for another kiss.
Lennon had thought about possibilities, and he’d acquired condoms. His reason for why he needed them had been dumb, but it seemed like you could make up anything and still have your request granted. Here they were, naked in Lila’s bedroom, and he hadn’t pulled the packet out of his pants pocket while he still had them on. Well, he’d get there. For the moment he concentrated on kissing her and feeling her sleek, taut body pressed against his. This was the best way he could think of to pass some time, since everyone else was presumably busy with their ‘spouses’. Once they’d kissed for a few, deep, hungry kisses, he broke away for long enough to snag a condom from the pocket where he’d stowed it. He smirked as he held it up to show her. “Ta-da!” he said, looking mischievous.
Lila was breathless when Lennon pulled away, and she watched him mess around in his pants with some confusion before he straightened and showed her the condom. She laughed, obviously relieved. “I’ve always appreciated a man who knows how to be prepared.” Now that that was taken care of, Lila sat down on the edge of the mattress and scooted backward until she was in the middle of the bed. She beckoned for Lennon to join her.
Lennon was definitely all about being prepared; the thought of getting someone at Zenith pregnant was the pits. Not that he’d had a lot of chances for that, but still. The point remained. For the moment, he decided to put all thought aside and enjoy some good old-fashioned roleplay as he moved to join Lila on the bed.