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 Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 8:51 pm
As Ice pushed up from the couch, Jada was forced to let him up so that he could make his way. She hated to let him go, but she loved to watch him leave. Her friend made his way to the door, and Jada shifted to a comfortable sprawl. Her body slid easily into the spot that he had left warmed and unprotected, draped itself comfortably there, unchallenged by cat or another body. The woman's intention was to keep it warm, of course. Bright purple eyes were fixed on the lean curve of his back and a** as he moved, sliding appreciatively down long legs. Excellent. Honestly, from this far away, Jada was at a disadvantage; she couldn't hear exactly what delayed him at the door once he reached out for the bag, thanking 'Charlotte' on the other side of the door, but she could see the pause in his body language; her dark head tilted with curiosity. Honestly, she was way too nosy for her own good, and with only a little bit of shame the woman tried to listen in, to pretend her ears weren't perked up with interest. She wanted to come in? On one hand, she had delivered their chosen meal. It would make sense that she come in to at least seethe food to its destination. And it wasn't like they didn't have enough food, though it might put a damper on a few of those burgeoning plans. (Her borders were, perhaps, not that stretched yet.) He approached with dinner and she shifted her position to give him back his still-warm seat, and slid bare feet off the couch with a severe lack of caution. Considering his previous warning on the fact there was a potentially aggressive feline hidden somewhere underneath, which she had forgotten, she shifted them back out towards the coffee table as quickly as she could. "Forks are overrated, in the right company." he had taken the pizza box- and the dish inside looked amazing- and slid open a couple of the food boxes. "How your delivery person got everything here looking so pristine is some kind of minor miracle that may one day get her nominated for sainthood." The observation was dry. Jada pulled out the Chinese food boxes carefully, making a happy little noise as they were opened and found in the same lovely condition as the pizza. Charlotte must have been incredibly attentive to detail during transport. It was, potentially, kind of cute. "If I'm eating with chopsticks, then I'll be honest- chances are I'll be dropping enough food down my shirt we may as well combine then anyways." Chopsticks were pulled out, and the boxes shifted to both make room, and to create a small space for them to be used as plates, of sorts. Keep as much food off his furniture as possible. If she avoided the rice, she could probably make it through the meal mostly unscathed. Without waiting for invitation, she slid back into his personal space, though without climbing into his lap. After she grabbed a piece of sesame chicken with a chopstick, pleased to have not dropped it, she offered the next piece to Isaiah, waving it as temptingly as one could wave a bite of takeout. Delivery? "Let me know if you need anything other than a drink refill," she told him cheerfully. "Water, whatever. You bought, so I'll play waitress." Jada hadn't realized how hungry she herself was until she was settling in to her meal. "So other than the cat trying to chase your vacuum and settling back into life, anything eventful been happening for you?"
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 11:57 pm
"s**t," he cursed out at once, trying to swallow down a laugh. True, Charlotte knew her way around packing, but he couldn't imagine anyone knowing her would nominate her for sainthood to any capacity. Therein lay the charm to Jada's statement, he supposed - dry as it was.
Ice claimed his seat easily, and leaned toward Jada in his readjustment. He never once tried to combine pizza and chinese, though often they came hand in hand with prior orders on prosperous days. He recalled many a time when his group of misbegotten friends decided, on a lark, that pizza and chinese during the wee hours of the morning sounded both perfectly acceptable and absolutely sober. Naturally, at least the pizza place needed to be a drug front with which they could acquire a few extra goods, which marked the main departure from times of old. And in that, there remained a pang of nostalgic pining, which he tried to temper with sordid memories of leg cramps and constipation. At least with Jada, he wouldn't be shitting himself with suppositories later.
Though if she felt particularly adventurous, he supposed enemas weren't out of the question.
Isaiah being no stranger to the feed-a-friend method of food delivery, he leaned in for the proffered chicken and claimed it expertly between false teeth. Metal clacked against porcelain as he shifted the bite into his mouth, and hummed favorably with its taste appraisal. "Not bad," he added as an aside - for Isaiah held no great love of chinese, though he did not dislike it either. "I'm sure it'll taste better once you've gotten a few stuck in your cleavage. Really could use the salt, you know? At least, that's where the fun begins.
"Speaking of, and this might come as a bit of a surprise, but I never really tried eating and ******** in the same go. Now I know you might say, 'Ice, anyone looking at you could guess that you're allergic to food', and you're completely right on the money there, but there used to be a time where I was just as much of a slut and half as picky about food. But no, it was either sex and drugs, or sex and alcohol, or… Well, there was an incident with a few glass jars, but that's not something to discuss while we're eating." Pointedly, he took a bite of the pizza. No, the taste profiles certainly didn't belong together. But pizza made better morning-after food with how well it reheated in a pan, so he retired the gently-used slice to its home in the box.
Afterward, he sat back and shot Jada an expectant look. "So, how adventurous are you feeling, my dear?"
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 7:33 pm
She was far too pleased with herself to watch Isaiah curse and almost choke on a laugh. Her eyes lit, and the dark-haired woman practically beamed at him. It was only a short pause, but it was enough to make her feel just a bit clever, and sometimes that was what mattered. Ice leaned in towards her when he re-seated himself, and was granted a quick brush of her lips for his accident. Getting too close to her when she was feeling somewhat akin to affectionate? It was, apparently, dangerous for those allergic to smooches. "I see you're damning the chinese food with faint praise," she noted, and then tried a bite for herself, lifting the chopsticks to her mouth and taking a small bite. Hmm. It tasted like takeout Chinese usually did. Basic- nothing phenomenal, but not particularly awful. She wouldn't be gaseous and attached to the toilet later (thank goodness), but neither would she be floating on the nigh-orgasmic bliss that came from a well-prepared meal. "Once it's cooled down a bit maybe I'll let you get adventurous." her lips quirked. She could only imagine what he might think up. But then she was practically choking on a laugh of her own. "I guess that depends on what you consider eating, Ice." he had taken a bite of the pizza, and so she set her takeout on her lap to snitch a quick bite of the piece as it went back into the box. Hmmm. That was a slightly tastier option, but there were also about half a dozen more chinese options to get into before she had to make a final choice. It was either sex and drugs, or sex and alcohol. "Just gonna be honest here, the pizza's not going in my cleavage, but I'm sure you have some ideas for the sweet and sour sauce." Glass jars sounded particularly painful, and she winced. Glass jars didn't belong anywhere near sex, drugs, alcohol, or dinner. Considering Ice, she shifted her position back towards his lap. "Not adventurous enough to do anything involving glass jars!" Jada kept her voice cheery and bright. "We do have a lot of whiskey to get through, though" she commented, "We'll be able to enjoy it longer with a little allergy in your tummy." there were still several more options for food. "Though if you're looking for a game of 'how distracted can I get a gal before we're wearing the dinner' I do have to say I'm in, enthusiastically." She perused the other options, pretending (poorly) to be more interested in the food than in Ice for the moment. Still, her eyes kept flicking back to him until- "Okay, I'm definitely interested. How adventurous are you wanting?" she tilted her head, intrigued. "I almost wish I'd brought you a better gift than just shoes and whiskey."
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 12:06 am
[size-10] "I'm not quite married into wealth yet, you see - I'm still pretty acclimated to eating garbage. Unlike you," he noted, a thin smile claiming his features when she found it edible at best. Truly Ice knew very little of her culinary preferences and what they entailed in her household. Perhaps wealth had nothing to do with it; she might live off of packaged ramen purely for the taste, and disdain anything flavorful. But Jada appeared well-adjusted to the lifestyle expected of her, and Ice was forced to reconsider his temporary fantasy. She likely kept her figure not from trash ramen, but from the freshest leaves cut and express-shipped from the fair hills of Rome.
Jada made good use of their proximity, whether to snatch kisses or usurp his food. Not that he minded at all - Ice rather thrived on more tactile relationships - though he wondered if Jada was starting to grow more fond of him. They lapsed into an easy friendship from his perspective, one founded on as much friction between them as the coalescing of two compatible personalities. The added understanding of their second lives lightly worked to bring the pair closer than passing acquaintances. Still, Isaiah wished he showed some marriageable quality. He supposed, though, that she'd want to marry someone who would fend other men off of her instead of inviting them in for threesomes.
So maybe he wouldn't be marrying into wealth anytime soon.
"Well," he clicked his tongue instead of clapping his hands, "I will warn you that this game never lasts for long. I have a certain talent for eating clams, you see, and three tongue rings to help me do the job." Ice pushed himself from the couch with gusto, and spent no time humoring any last-minute objections from the more conservative Jada. She showed a maturity that Gwen hadn't yet developed, enough autonomy to know what she would and would not like, so Ice found no worry over her choices before sitting on the floor before her.
"Bringing yourself works just as well," Ice offered in turn. "Now sit back a bit. I'm going spelunking."infinities i think this works for a ftb!
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2017 4:54 pm
Not quite married into wealth, he said, and Jada's lips quirked. Not married into it, no; but he was certainly in a position to enjoy it, if he hung around long enough. "I haven't had to eat garbage in a long time," she agreed. "I should probably ruin your palate for other foods while I have the chance." Before he decided he was allergic to food again. "Food is the actual best thing." sweet and fruity, or chocolate, or just plain edible. She appreciated how tactile Ice was; having someone to spend her physical affection on that wasn't six years old was never a bad thing. Especially as a senshi her crowd of people in her age bracket was slimming. Even in a non-sexual fashion, just having someone to satisfy that need for extra contact and sate her loneliness... and she rather liked him, too, which always helped. He didn't complain while she straddled his lap and fed him choice bits of whatever meat came first to her chopstick. After a moment he clicked his tongue, and she had time to adjust her position and get the food out of the way before he was preparing to push himself off the couch. She reached over to set the food down, taking another sip of whiskey- and then almost choking on it as he hopped off and down to the floor. He wasn't attacked by the angry cat he'd mentioned, which was good- might have ruined the mood. " Spelunking." Her laugh was a wheeze, and she leaned in to offer him a kiss. Her laughter lasted far longer than it should have. Geezus.
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