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 Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 12:56 am
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Pleasantly surprised by the questions, he tried to think back. "In order: One, I guess. Can't really picture her face anymore, but I remember smooth skin and being very touchy. Two, she wasn't banging random dudes. Apparently she'd always been interested but couldn't do anything when Lina was there. Or at least, that's the s**t she fed me; never said a word to me after that, so maybe it was a bad first time for her, maybe she changed her mind, ******** if I know or care now. Three, I know because we were in one of the bedrooms, the sheets were nasty because apparently I didn't bother going under the covers in my rush to punch my damn card already, and I knew what sex smelled like. Wasn't my first party full of hormonal teens."
Jack sniggered at her observation and covered his mouth before it got loud. "Sounds about right. But s**t, I forgot how much that pissed my parents off," he continued nostalgically. "I couldn't remember if a condom was involved or anything; that was a ******** scary time. It was nice to shock them out of their cycle of sticking their heads up their asses at least."
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:05 am
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"But wouldn't it burn so beautiful~?" He managed to fit the words over the actual lyrics quite nicely. "At least it was ours~" And then he switched back to humming, clearly pleased that though he couldn't write lyrics for s**t, he could at least do spontaneous ones.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:11 am
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"Pshhh that sounds like s**t," she murmured, "Gay as ********>." Tipsy verging on drunk left Chel unable to register how loose Jack was being, how tender and fragile.
But she patted his cheek and somehow managed to compliment; "You got such a nice voice Jackles."
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:13 am
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Gears clicked faster than she could clamp down filters.
"Wait- so- you never even <********> Storm- Lina?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:18 am
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"No. It was like an endless congo of teasing without any prize to look forward to," Jack answered, less nostalgic, more wry. "Towards the end I got her to let me go to second base and even once or twice to the third, but no sex. Spanish people with their ******** Catholicism tying their legs together so tight they're born numb," he added with a grumble.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:22 am
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"Well, which is it?" he prompted her, wearing a less focused version of his scowl at her lack of appreciation. He poked her stomach. "I can't sound like s**t and have a nice voice. Which I do have. ******** you, you're the gay one, I'm the one with a nice voice, and nice hair, and nice eyes."
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:29 am
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"You got a lot of nerve Jack Hawthorn," she said, letting out a long, whistling sigh before leaning back in her chair. She wanted to finish the thought; bein' hung up over a girl you ain't even ********> or then ********' means its not important? but the words hung limp and she didn't want them cluttering the hilarious view of Jack wearing sunglasses in a downpour.
Water splashed the top of her head as if to remind her to be kind, to be polite, to be all these things she needed to be for Jack.
"Anyways you crumpled yer napkin and you got the shades pumped; this mean you rearin' t'go?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:37 am
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She wiggled under the pokes, not from ticklishness but from general discomfort. "You got nice everythin'," she told him, thinking how it was possible to sound like s**t and have a good voice (Nickelback came to mind).
She could have said it so easily. Wine slurred her thoughts and the steam coaxed them out, and for a distinct instant she was comfortable; with Jack, with her feelings, with what she had.
Then came cripping reminders; Jack didn't need that, it wouldn't mean anything, she didn't decide that, it had only been three weeks, this was the wine talking, he still probably loved-
She turned on her side, letting Jack cradle her from falling into the water completely. "Sing somethin' else to me."
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:59 am
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With a scoot of his chair, he said, "That I do, and that I am." Jack ducked into the rain, disposed of their trash, dusted his hands of extra salt from the fries, ducked back under the umbrella (hunched slightly, as his head unfortunately met with the bracket of metal arms), and then he held his arm out, palm open. He was in a better mood than he had been in the park; the sound, smell, and sight of rain seemed to be helping.
Even though neither of them had brought an umbrella with them.
"Want to wait this out or just dive in?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 2:14 am
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"Dive in, always," Chel responded, picking up their trash and tossing it in a nearby trashcan before rejoining Jack and taking his hand greedily happily.
She knocked her head against her side and said, "Let's go shoppin' for dumb knickknacks and make it a real vacation."
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 2:29 am
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"Mmm." His arms naturally moved with her, accommodating the new position as he scooted back up against the tub to keep himself from sliding further into the water. "I do have a nice everything," Jack agreed lazily, as if it was only just now occurring to him. "You have nice things too. Wouldn't have said yes if you didn't. Very nice things."
Lolling his head back, he exhaled through his nose, stroked Chel, and considered the ceiling. It was a little hard to concentrate between the wine and the music already playing in the background, though at least it was soft. He could easily overpower it. Truly it was a testament to how much thought he was giving it when he didn't immediately just switch to Time of Your Life to mess with her. For whatever reason (the phrase he decided to ascribe to this rather than to think too much), this was important.
Eventually he settled on "3 AM" by Matchbox 20, which was strange as he hadn't heard the song in ages and yet still somehow knew the lyrics. The song normally was lively, but Jack chose to do something a little more sedate, almost a croon, as his fingers played against her skin like she was an instrument. He didn't know exactly how long Chel wanted to be serenaded--a fact that belatedly hit him as he sang, a reminder of how many times she had joked about this very thing in the past--but he was content to go the whole length of the song if she didn't stop him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 2:05 pm
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The first few lines were awkward; she gave a weak laugh and smiled hte way she did when she felt out of place. Like someone else was supposed to be there listening to Jack sing and be. Like someone else was supposed to appreciate the cacophonous dissonance created between Jack's singing and a completely different song playing the background.
Somewhere during the second to last chorus, Chel started to lightly hum along into the ridges of his ears, because that was as much as she felt comfortable doing. By the last chorus she'd faded out, giving the metaphorical microphone back to Jack.
The song lulled to a finish and Chel pulled Jack's chin towards hers. There was a small look in her eyes that Jack might have caught or missed that said I'm sorry but I need to, before it disappeared behind closed eyes and a long stolen kiss. She couldn't say it out loud and doing it in a kiss would allow Jack to pass it off as not existing, but it was there. She dragged the kiss out for too long, because she was saying in the gentlest tone in their silent language, I love you.
But one kiss became two and two became four and it became very easy to pass the time and forget she'd said anything at all. She hadn't been lying when she'd said she was too tired for extraneous activity, but wine and feelings could propel her to properly face him and stay busy for a half hour. Her bracelet made an ugly sound against the stone of the tub, but it helped distract her all the more. Tomorrow would be hell and after that would be back to Deus, but right now was a bathtub in Greece.
The water had slowly cooled and she could barely keep her eyes open on Jack's shoulder. "Think I'm ready for bed man. S'been a long day."
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 2:48 pm
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The moments flowed into one another like a river, and he went along with the current even though there was still that fragment that said don't. That their life couldn't consist of moments like sitting in a boring park or getting prune skin in a bathtub or chitchat in the rain, that these were the things one was supposed to give up for the job, that it was surprisingly and dangerously easy to get intoxicated again on the old drug that was affection. That he wasn't someone who deserved it because no dose was enough, that nothing ever was quite enough for Jack Hawthorn. That knowing Chel would give herself away entirely to feed him should have felt like a warning, not a gift.
But he was tipsy and relaxed and filling up with each passing second on that strange sort of light she toted around, in every breath stolen, every slide of the fingers, every mash of the nose and lips and brow that shook it loose for him to take. If his eyes seemed darker when he pulled away, it was only because the shadows were darkest when by the bright light he had consumed. She spoke in tongues, and what he understood hadn't been I love you because something had gotten lost in translation and he couldn't be bothered to look for it now, but he did understand that what she felt resonated with him beyond the walls he kept up. There was a subtle vibration in his shortness of breath, in the press of his arms and thighs, and in the gentle slosh of water that not even his humming could compare to.
When she spoke, the world remembered to turn again. The water was cold but outside the water was colder, and the music that had barely been heard seemed to turn up the volume now that his attention was no longer diverted. Jack turned his bed and vacantly considered the fact that if the mirror was that fogged up, his glasses probably were too.
"Rock paper scissors to see who gets the towels?" he suggested softly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 3:23 pm
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Chel chuckled something low and shook herself awake enough to stir from his side, pushing herself up and up and off Jack, shivering lightly from the cold of being out of the water again. "I got it," she murmured, because she would always get it and she would always do it for whatever scale problem they were facing.
Then she finally allowed herself to exit the water, and every drop that fell off her siren's body was another notice to Jack; the moment was ending, she wouldn't take anymore, the situation was understood. But there was a nice kind of music it made and the shiver that accompanied her step out of the tub created a nice finale.
It took a bit of fumbling but she grabbed one of the bathrobes and very much looked like a fuzzy marshmallow, amazed at how efficient and warm a bathrobe was. "I gotta get me one of these," she said, attempting to tie a knot in the center, failing, and letting it hang open anyways. She grabbed a towel for Jack, because that had been what he'd requested. "Wait I can just take it. This is mine now." She gave a muffled laugh at her own joke as her eyes began blinking closed ever so slowly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 3:30 pm
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Jack gave a low haaaah and sat up, shivering as he exposed his back to the air. The warmth he had absorbed from Chel was quickly dissipating. "Should've known they'd have fancy bathrobes too," he said, looking his head on his shoulder as he watched her. Then, languidly, he eased himself up onto his feet with grunt and tucked his hands under his arms.
"Is there another one, or...?" He couldn't tell; the blues and golds were making everything seem to blur together.
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