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 Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 12:28 pm
"I dunno. Hurt me. Love you." He sighed through his nose and wrung the bars some more, twisted his hand from side to side. "This is stupid," Jack grumbled under his breath.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 12:46 pm
Chel snorted and put a hand on his head, something oddly maternal in her motions. Her next bit wasn't so motherly. "You dipshit." There was a snort. "Chris' built like a ********' brickhouse. Don't touch my cousin again." Don't hurt yourself again.
"S'not like any of it matters now, right?" she told him. Maybe she was convincing herself too. "All of it just gets sucked down Deus' shithole."
She drank in their silences. The same way Jack was growing accustomed to hiding behind a jovial attitude, so too was Chel growing comfortable with the art of silence. Slowly learning that not all silences were bad ones. Not all silences led to fists and fighting.
"And you really liked me all this time?" She gave him a kick to his side from above. "a*****e."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 12:56 pm
He closed his eyes for a little too long and remembered the crystal vision again. The dead look in Chris' eyes, the fear pumping through him, the wet gurgles as his throat was sliced. Jack gripped the metal tighter until it almost bit into his skin.
"We were almost friends," he said as he opened his eyes. "Had a drink, did a course, talked. He's an alright guy, but don't ********' tell him I said so. I doubt he'll forgive me after that, anyway."
At least Chel wasn't still wearing her heels when she kicked him. He didn't protest but merely grunted; it was well deserved.
"One night stand, no labels, friends with benefits—What d'you think all those lines in the sand were for? You?" Jack snorted in self-deprecation. "Tapping the breaks so I wouldn't go in some kinda head on collision like I tend to."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 1:16 pm
Chel gave a long-suffering sigh and finally bent over to sit with her legs through the bars with him. He was such a handful. She touched her fingers to one of his hands and pried a finger under one to get him to stop gripping the bars so hard.
"Y'can still be friends if y'both let it ********' go." She gave him a sideways grin. "Not all collisions are bad." It was nice, holding hands against the sunset. "And you worry too much."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 1:31 pm
He grumbled something under his breath about it and then pointed at their curled fingers with his free hand. "See that? Right ********' there. That's how it was with you, working your way right in somehow." But the darkness was leaving his voice, returning to complaints without complaining. "God damn."
He lifted a few more fingers and invited Chel to make their own twisting, handmade lock.
"But that's rich," he went on with a tug of his lips to one side. "Worry too much. You're the one trying t'help people all the time. You make me ********' worry."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 2:24 pm
"Yeah well you think too much about stuff instead of just doin' it." She put her second hand over his, cupping the spindly things in between her smaller, gnarlier hands. "I'll work my way into a ring one of these days too f'you can get some balls and propose 'stead of just puttin' it off."
She gave him a taunting grin. "Yer just a chicken."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 2:30 pm
"I say you don't think enough," Jack retorted with a scoff. "That's what it is. I'm thinkin' for two people now, Jesus..."
As for the chicken comment, he stuck his tongue out; flipping the bird would have meant breaking their hold on each other. "Maybe I'm saving up—y'know, in between taking you to fancy ********' places and buyin' your booze because you're still underage," he listed, bumping her shoulder with his. "Because I'm sure you'll never let me live it down if I don't get you a ********' diamond, right?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:39 pm
"You think I, Chauncey soon to be Rutherford the third would accept mere diamonds?" she balked, putting an offended hand on her chest. "No, only the best made out of dragon horns and pixie dust."
She laughed and it was a good sound. To have finally unloaded something off her chest she'd been carrying her whole life was satisfying, and the feeling of laughing was only amplified by her relief.
More seriously, or perhaps just less flippantly, she said, "You could propose with a stick and it'd be cool man. I looove you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:53 pm
Jack laughed along with her and knocked his head against the bars. "Guess I know what to do with the pet dragon, then," he sniggered some more. "Goodbye, Smaug, hello, fifteen karat fantasy rock! Then we could go hit up that other fancy feast place I mentioned, steal the glasses or some s**t."
Punctuating the space between his sentences with a sloppy kiss, he grinned and said, "Sticks, please. How about we get more drinks and then I call us a cab? We got a hotel room waiting, babe." He wiggled his brows as if it had been too subtle.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 5:32 pm
Only letting go of his hand to stand up, Chel figured it was probably a good thing they were going, since restaurant staff was beginning to give them looks. She threw her heels over her shoulder and walked the rest of the way barefoot. They didn't need class where they were going.
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Chel could hardly wait for an entire car drive, choosing to lock him in a few very deep, spontaneous kisses in the back of the cab. Their cab driver was sent from heaven though, as he was too old and too tired to give a ******** if one more drunken couple made out in the back of his car.
She was courteous enough to wait until the hotel room door was closed at least. The dress was nice, because it gave her enough motion to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist, elbows pressing into his shoulders. The suit, the dress, the shirt; it was all too many layers already and she wanted to rip into his skin now. Her thumbs pressed into the side of his face and she leaned her weight into him, pulling his chin up for herself. She opened her mouth as though she was going to say something, but then pressed her lips into his mouth instead; oddly soft. Gentle. Let me show you.
There was no pretense, no seduction; there didn't need to be anymore. Seduction was for Dawson, for catching things that weren't already tangled up in a web of silent gestures, adolesecent confessions and heated nights. For people that weren't already in love, despite how hard it was to say so. Seduction was a desperate plea to impress. Now all that was left was a greedy familiarity that wanted to revel in possession. Mine mine mine.
By the time she was pressed into the mattress she had almost forgotten, but one of her bobby pins fell out and jabbed her in the cheek, subsequently leaving her jarred enough to remember. The next time he opted to breathe, she said, "Off, off. I have a s'prise."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 9:33 pm
He'd forgotten how great the compression and movement and general ambiance of a questionably smelling taxi cab could be for a quick and dirty make out. It felt so normal, childish even, and the alcohol let him revel in it with her. Jack could forget the stressful hunter life if for just a night; one night where the only important voices that rang in their heads were their own.
In the flux of harsh and gentle motions, he barely heard Chel at first. He'd been happily letting his mouth explore her neck, eager to make marks and mindlessly combing her loosed hair out of the way. So it was with a small whine that Jack stopped, though he pressed his teeth deep and brief into her skin just to be difficult before pulling away. "A what?" he asked, clearly dazed and mildly put off that they were pausing.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 9:47 pm
"Hol' on," she slurred, slipping out from underneath him and fumbling for her bag. "Only be a sec. Y'gonna like this s**t."
After what seemed like a good minute or two of fumbling and small clicks, Chel emerged in something black and lacy; undoubtedly expensive. She could hear Abbi's voice echoing in her mind now, endless little adorable noises that applauded her for trying it on when they went shopping one day. Chel had intended to wear it whenever; it had actually been Abbi's idea to save it for a special occasion.
She was glad she did too now; it made their two day ******** trip seem more important somehow. A miniature honeymoon without being married.
She crawled back towards him with a slow gait, not breaking eye contact. "S'got a lot of decorations that are pretty good for tearin' off." One by one the last of the bobby pins were pulled out of her hair, letting the black and green mess finally come down. "Surpriseeee."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 10:53 pm
He hummed his continued disapproval of no contact just to be stubborn, a lazy white noise that faded away as Chel revealed her surprise. Quietly Jack drank her in and began, in an unconscious fashion, to crawl towards the end of the bed. Closer but not enough to touch, only to hover, sit, appreciate, savor. Despite the dulling of the senses in general, the drinks hadn't blunted his ability to pierce through with his eyes. For an unknown stretch of time, he gazed at her like he had been visited by a goddess, humbled yet hungry.
"Put the heels back on," he ordered without breaking eye contact, unwittingly wetting his lips, "and get your a** back here, you ********' beautiful creature."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 10:56 pm
Now it was Chel's turn to voice her disapproval. It was no fun if he wasn't going to use it; even less fun if he was going to make her model.
It wasn't like she was going to say no. She heaved herself away from him, rolling her eyes in a grandiose manner as she fumbled around for the shoes. Jack would make even something fun into an annoyance, a challenge.
Despite the hiss that followed the pain of sore blisters touching leather once more, she equipped the shoes and strutted to the end of the bed where he waited. "You sure y'don't have like- a foot fetish?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 1:10 am
He'd honestly forgotten about the blisters and then promptly forgot about them again once Chel put the heels on. "Maybe," he said with a small shrug before yanking her down onto the bed and rolling her atop her, grinning wolfishly. And yet in spite of the hooded look in his eyes, Jack was remarkably exuberant, like a child getting his wish fulfilled. "Let's find out."
He almost added hot stuff, but for once the mood was too good to get ruined.
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After a long night and a well-deserved break from reality, one would have expected Jack to fall right to sleep. Yet somehow he was still awake, if only just, absentminded and curled around Chel in a tangle of limbs and hair. If they lied there long enough, they really did feel like one breathing entity. At least they'd had the forethought to crank up the AC before.
In complete darkness (save for the LCD clock, which dimly lit the carpet floor as it had been knocked over at some point), Jack managed to fit his chin atop her head without tugging too much of her hair. "I feel like I owe you somethin'," he murmured lazily against her scalp. "Foot massage?"
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