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 Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 2:30 pm
”Yeah, of course you can come over, Dev.” Damian had his cell phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear, one hand on a bottle of beer, the other on a pencil. He was drinking and attempting to write a song, two activities that didn’t go well together. Luckily it was only his first beer of the night so he was still able to think clearly. ”Huh? Oh, no he’s not here.” Now that he thought of it he wasn’t exactly sure where his roommate was. Carter had been disappearing at night lately, especially when Devi came around. The redhead hadn’t caught on it was because his teammate didn’t like his girlfriend yet. ”I don’t think he’ll be back anytime soon, he usually shows up at three in the morning.” He took another swig from his beer before putting it down and pushing it away. He didn’t want to get drunk if Devi was coming over. ”See you soon, then” With his now free hand he hung up the phone and set it on the table. It would probably be a good idea to be in more than his boxers before she showed up.
Grabbing the beer he dumped out the rest of its contents (it was still half full) and then tossed it in the trash. The glass bottle clinked against the ones from yesterday when it landed and Damian sighed. He needed to take the trash out at some point, he knew Carter wouldn’t do it and it would just end up sitting there for days. His best friend was awesome, but he wasn’t exactly the neatest roommate ever. A hand lifted raking through his hair, what was he doing? Oh, right, getting dressed.
Moving into his bedroom he sighed again, he really needed to start picking up after himself. Two messy boys in one apartment wasn’t really such a great idea. Bending over her started to pick up the dirty clothes scattered across the room, not distinguishing between what was his and what was Carter’s. It all had to go in the wash at some point. The clothes were dumped in the laundry basket and he turned his grey gaze onto the bed, which wasn’t made of course. The redhead contemplated making it up, but decided against it. It wasn’t like he had much of a reason too, he or Carter would just mess the sheets up again, depending on who got to bed first.
Opening the closet he stared at the shirts and empty hangers hanging there, more empty hangers than shirts really. He really needed to do some laundry. Randomly reaching in he pulled a shirt off a hanger pulling it over his head. Next stop was the dresser, his jeans not folded inside so much as thrown and stuffed. Pulling out the pair that had the least amount of holes he shook them out before pulling them on. He sighed as they fell low on his hips, his boxers sticking out of the top. The only downside to going to the gym in the mornings was that his clothes didn’t quite fit the same anymore. He supposed the toned muscles and being able to count his abs made up for it.
Moving back into the living room he threw himself on the couch, turning the TV on to wait for Devi.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:32 pm
Devi had a special evening planned, and came to Damian's bearing gifts. Several gifts, in fact. For starters, she carried with her a six-pack of beer that she had found stashed away in the back of the mini-fridge in Fallon's mom's guest kitchenette. She also brought with her a half-drunken bottle of wine, which was mostly for herself in preparation for the evening to come. And finally, her third gift of the evening was herself. She came to the evening with a plan: tonight was the night. She loved Damian, and she felt it was time for her to show him.
That isn't to say she was coming into this evening solely as a 'favor' for Damian. She was doing this for herself. Her experiences in the past few weeks with Tanzanite and the Blood Moon Court's torture camp have taught her a lot and grow, but one lesson was that she couldn't sit around and continue to be a little girl. It was time for her to become a woman. And if she learned anything from television and movies it was that to become a woman you must have sex...or make a killer sandwich, and Devi didn't know her way around a kitchen very well.
She had already drunk half of her bottle of wine before she walked over from the home she shared with Fallon, and as a lightweight and newbie drinker, much of her nerves had calmed down. That is, until she got to the front door. She knocked on his front door biting her lip with anticipation. She had great concerns about what tonight could be like, worries that it won't match the way she pictured it, the romanticized version of the act that she saw in the movies. She swallowed hard and exhaled deeply. She was going to need to drink more.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:32 pm
When Devi knocked Damian jumped up off the couch, leaving the TV on. Moving to the door he opened it, smiling down at her. "Hey, Dev" When he took a moment to look her over he was slightly surprised. Beer and wine? While Damian was a drinker he didn't think his girlfriend was much of one. Though she had drank quite a bit on Valentine's day. "Planning a party?"
Ushering her inside he shut the door behind them. "Can I have one of those beers, or are you planning on drinking them all?" He grinned teasing her as he stepped forwards to hug her. He hadn't noticed that the bottle of wine was half empty before, but now being so close to her he could smell the alcohol on her breath. It seemed like the party had started without him. He wondered if she had something planned, she usually didn't show up at his place with booze.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:33 pm
Devi rested her head on his bicep as they hugged. She was drunk and his body was cozy, so she didn't want to let go, but thought it would probably be weird to never let go. She broke the hug and smiled at him, both happy to be with him and happy to be drunk."The beers are for you," she said, slamming the six pack into his chest as she walked past him and placed the wine down on the coffee table as she plopped her body down onto the couch. At first, she laid down but then sat up right with a throw pillow in her lap.
"Damian, we need to talk," she then said seriously. "I think its time uh." She wasn't sure to approach this topic. The movies made it always look so spontaneous - how do you force spontaneity? She couldn't think of much of an answer, so acted on her gut instinct. She stood up from the couch, stepping up onto the coffee table and then leaping forward to her boyfriend, hoping he would catch her as she can wrap herself around him and kiss him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:33 pm
Damian smiled down at her and was about to lean in for a kiss when the six pack hit him in the chest instead. Laughing he set the beers on the table after he took one. "Thanks, babe." He watched as she laid out on the couch and then change her mind sitting up. She was obviously tipsy, and he wondered if he should ask why. Probably not. One thing he had learned was that girl problems were generally messy and complicated.
He was about to open his beer, when she spoke. s**t. 'We need to talk' never ended well. He thought back to a couple days when he holed up in the Pleiades base and gotten drunk. Then he was worried Devi was going to spring a declaration of love on him. Apparently it was the opposite since in his experience we need to talk always lead to I'm breaking up with you. "Alright" His voice was wary, pretty sure he knew what was coming next. She thinks it time? Time for what? He stared at her, fingers fiddling with his beer.
When she came running at him he was surprised, but he still managed to catch her, albeit dropping his beer in the process. One of his arms slid under her backside, the other wrapping around her back to hold her close to him. The force of her body slamming into him had him stumbling back, but he was saved from completely falling over by the table. Leaning against it he kissed her back for a long moment, before pulling back, staring into her face. He had caught the drift of what she wanted, and it wasn't what he had been expecting at all. "Dev, you're tipsy, you sure wanna do this?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:37 pm
Devi rested her forehead against his and nodded slightly, their noses brushing against each other. "Yes," she whispered. "You've been there for me when I've needed you lately, and I want you to know that I'm always here for you. You're very special to me, and I want you to know how I feel about you." She paused for a moment. "I love you."
She had said the words to him before, but they never carried the same meaning as they did now, ready to be at her most vulnerable with him. She kissed him again and then whispered into his ear. "Now lets get to your room, before your roommate gets back."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:37 pm
He smiled as their noses brushed, it tickled a little. Her words made him feel warm on the inside, he had been a good boyfriend lately, which surprised him. He was generally a pretty horrible boyfriend, maybe he was growing or something. His thoughts of growth were cut short when she said what he had worried was coming. He closed his eyes, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to lie, but he didn't want to leave her hanging either. And 'I care about you a lot' just didn't seem all that romantic.
Luckily he seemed to be spared from having to answer- his girlfriend wanted to go straight to the bedroom. His eyes widened just slightly at her forwardness, it was something he wasn't used to. "Whatever you want, Dev" Grinning he leaned forward kissing her again as he carried her into his bedroom.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:38 pm
Devi smiled as her boyfriend carried her off, but then another emotion kicked in: worry. Why hadn't Damian returned the expression? Did he not love her back? Her stomach felt twisted. No, no. Surely he loved her. He wouldn't be with her for this long if he didn't, right? He wouldn't have worked so hard to be with her again in the past if he didn't love her. There was love. They were in love. They had to be. Right? The bedroom door shut and her fears were checked at the door. ((This RP is continued in "...and Apart."))
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