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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 22, 2008 14:11:32 GMT -5
Samantha knocked on David's door, the sharp rap dulled by the white cotton over her knuckles. She fisted a hand on her hip, and tapped her foot beneath her skirts. She was dressed in one of her nicer frocks, prepared to go out.
It was that stupid Day of the Dead thing Marie and Genn went to every year. The party was held in the Opera House, and she had nowhere else to go but the Gaia, where only dull and uninteresting old maids would go on and on about how dreadful Nightmares were, the whole lot of them.
If David was busy, then he was going to get un-busy. As her favorite-lover, potential-boyfriend, it was his duty to make sure she didn't go bored.
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Post by Jules on Sept 22, 2008 14:26:09 GMT -5
David was not in fact busy. Well, not in everyone else's sense of the word. Every surface (including the floor) of his house had been seemingly utilized to display tens of card-house models of things like cars, animals and structures. He was perfecting his Eiffel Tower when the knock came at his door. He looked a little disheveled, he'd gotten dressed in office attire but now his black tie was loose and askew and his white dress shirt untucked from his dark slacks.
He came to the door without really caring that his hair looked like he'd been sticking forks into an electric socket and smiled wide and bright when he saw who it was. He was still a bit ancy about her; he hadn't yet talked to Gavin and besides, whenever they were out he couldn't help but notice how every other guy noticed her. Sometimes they even came up to hit on her right in front of him.
He pulled her to him and kissed her as greeting as if to assure himself that at least for now this beautiful woman was his and not the sleaze bags who checked her out. He pulled away after a moment, his breathing already arrhythmic.
"What's up, sugar cup?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 22, 2008 14:35:20 GMT -5
She smiled, her cheeks a little pink from their kiss. David's always had a certain kick behind them she could never get over.
She wrinkled her nose, thoroughly amused at the 'what's up, sugar cup' greeting. "How funny you are..." she murmured to herself and touched a lock of his wayward hair. She liked him, exactly as he was.
"David," she began, with a touch of 'woe-is-me' in her voice. "It's that ghastly Nightmare holiday today, and all my friends are gone, and I just thought I'd inform you that you and I are going to spend the day together."
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Post by Jules on Sept 22, 2008 14:51:17 GMT -5
Nightmare Holiday? He thought a moment and then sighed, Day of the Dead or something equally dark and entirely unnecessary. He grinned at her though, "Only friends are Nightmares, hmmm? I wonder what that says about you."
He stepped outside and closed the door behind him, David didn't really want her to see what he spent his time doing. She'd probably dump him on the spot. "Did you have a plan?" He asked, trying not to sound nervous. He was really bad at being romantic spontaneously, having never had to be romantic at all before her.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 22, 2008 14:58:08 GMT -5
She scowled at him. "You're not a Nightmare," she pointed out. She looped her arm through his naturally, leading him toward her carriage.
"Not particularly," she said, unconcerned. "I thought perhaps we could walk around and decide. Generally, I like taking you to the simplest things to see how you act because it's always so interesting and different. Did you want to walk, or go in my carriage?"
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Post by Jules on Sept 22, 2008 15:11:59 GMT -5
She sounded unconcerned, but it was all well and fine with her. She was probably used to going out with the suavest guys, which he was not. Instead she was referring to him like a science experiment. He frowned and debated, walking was nice and he hadn't been out of the house in a while, but in the carriage there was less of a chance of someone infinitely more handsome, well groomed and better at this than he was.
"Carriage." He answered, trying not to look guilty. He knew they weren't exclusive or even very defined at the moment, but he still wanted her to himself during the time she had to spend with him.
"We could go to the...." His mind raced trying to find something, anything, that would be sweet, romantic, and acceptable. "....park?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 22, 2008 22:04:01 GMT -5
She smiled. "The park sounds lovely." She met the driver's waiting gaze and told him their destination, then using the arm she had looped through her own, she braced herself on David and climbed inside, arranging her skirts delicately around the seat.
It wasn't nearly as cushy or expensive as one of Genn's, but it was spacious enough to hold six people. Making sure he didn't choose one of the other five options, she put her hand on the space beside her, curving her lips into an inviting smile.
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Post by Jules on Sept 22, 2008 22:19:48 GMT -5
He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down next to her readily. It wasn't entirely fair that every little thing she did was pretty and made him weak in some vital part of himself every single time. He cupped her cheek with his hand, thumb tracing her lips, simply admiring for a moment.
He had to have the dumbest luck. He had apparently passed this first test, she seemed fine with his suggestion. "How've you been?" He asked, he hadn't seen her in a little while since he was still trying to find Gavin. But he figured it was hardly his fault if she sought him.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 22, 2008 22:26:40 GMT -5
Talk, talk.
Only David would look at her like that, and touch her lips like that, and then think it was okay to spout a conversation opener.
She rocked forward and pressed her lips to his in a warm kiss. She pulled away, her eyelids fluttering once, and said, "I've been missing you."
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Post by Jules on Sept 22, 2008 22:43:22 GMT -5
David grinned sheepishly at her, he wasn't very good at this. He'd kissed her at his in the joy of seeing her again, last time in frustration and the first time in utter turmoil. Normal, not high-emotion driven shows of affection were still a little beyond him even with her. He sighed and looked down.
"I've missed you too." He looked at her and sighed. "I'm trying Samantha, I really am....but it's all new to me. You've got to understand it's not because I don't want to, or am not attracted to you, but everything in me is trying to tell me this is wrong...not wrong....ugh." He squeezed the bridge of his nose for a moment. "What I am forces me in certain ways. I can ignore it when I'm very angry or something but.....I'm working on it." He took her hand in his, tentatively.
"Don't hate me?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 22, 2008 22:52:31 GMT -5
"Oh, David." She knew he was quite serious, and so repressed the laugh tickling the back of her throat. "I like that you're a..." she fished for the right words, "beginner. It's fresh and sincere, and really.... very perfect."
She touched a gloved fingertip to the corner of his mouth, trying to smooth away his frown.
"And besides," she said, glancing down. She began to bite her lower lip, and then her etiquette training kicked in and her mouth stilled. "I don't know how to be a companion, only a lover, so we are two ends of a pole, so to speak."
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Post by Jules on Sept 22, 2008 23:02:48 GMT -5
To say that didn't worry him was to lie to himself very bald-facely. He knew her, she was, or had been, freer in her ways with men (even in his head he had to dance gingerly around the subject. He wouldn't insult her even in the privacy of his mind). And it wasn't something he judged her for, but it was something he worried about. He was nothing to make her stop all that. Not really. She'd get bored of him rather quickly.
"We can only try." He was smiling again though and kept her hand, leaving his to rest on her lap. The carriage pulled up to the pathway winding through the park seconds later and the driver came round to open the door for them. David stepped out first and held out a hand to help her step down.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 23, 2008 12:35:18 GMT -5
She tipped her head, narrowing her eyes in scrutiny. The same frown was still in his eyes, lingering like a bad omen. But she brushed it off when they arrived at the park, taking David's hand and stepping gingerly with her skirts from the carriage.
She sighed happily. "You see, there's Dreamland for you. It doesn't care that next door it's storming and foggy and whatever other kind of weather Nightmares like, it's still lovely here."
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Post by Jules on Sept 23, 2008 21:56:07 GMT -5
David didn't really care about the weather and was worried it was a very pedestrian thing to be talking about but he nodded just the same. "I've been to Chimera often enough and I just don't get it. There's nothing that attractive about the place." Except much better alcohol, but he wasn't about to tell her that.
"How'd you fall in with those two girls anyhow? Genn seems nice enough, but that other one..." He figured she wouldn't appreciate his nickname for the girl (whothehellcared).
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 24, 2008 17:55:35 GMT -5
She arched a perfectly curved brow, a hint of an amused grin threatening at the corners of her mouth. "You forget, dear David, that Genn being nice makes her less suited to be my friend."
She shrugged. "I can't really say. We like the same things, and they're both very sweet once you get to know them, even Marie."
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