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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 6, 2008 23:34:19 GMT -5
Jasper woke up, feeling a bit sore, in the good way, and also.... weird. Weird because he hadn't slept in a mattress in months, but after a few moments of discerning, without having to move or open his eyes, he knew he was not only on a mattress, but it had sheets and blankets and pillows.
His fingers were entangled in something soft--- Camilla's hair.
He opened his eyes and looked at her for a moment. Watching her, he was torn between a fond remembrance of last night, and dread for the upcoming minutes, when she would wake, and they'd have to deal with this.
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Post by Jules on Nov 6, 2008 23:51:23 GMT -5
Camilla woke slowly, languidly and content. She was warm, and she felt as though knots she hadn't known existed had been worked from her back. When she turned and saw Jasper, and remembered the previous night, her eyes widened momentarily. They had maybe jumped into this a bit quickly.
And she had no idea what to do now. She sat up, bringing the sheet with her, and simply continued to look at Jasper for a moment. "I..." Camilla sighed, entirely unsure what to say, what to do. She'd never, ever been in a relationship before and she wasn't sure that's what she wanted, or he wanted. But that's what that was right? A On night stand that didn't go away? "...need something to drink." She stood, keeping the sheet but leaving him the blanket, and shuffled trance-like to the kitchen.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 7, 2008 0:30:30 GMT -5
She needed a drink.
He wasn't an expert on relationship language, but that didn't seem to be a positive response. He took the blanket and wrapped it around his waist, following her into the kitchen.
"Are you... okay?" he had to ask.
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Post by Jules on Nov 7, 2008 1:01:44 GMT -5
Camilla pulled out a coffee mug, filled it with a liquid from the cabinet under her sink that definitely was not coffee, and took a healthy sip before answering. "I'm..." And that's as far as she got, because she didn't know what she was. "I'm...." Camilla placed the coffee mug on the counter and turned around, studying him a moment wrapped just in her blanket...focus.
"I'm not good at this." She said, finally. Although what she wasn't good at was unclear. Maybe if she thrust the answering onto him! "What are you looking for?"
Was he just hoping for no strings attached? Was she even capable of anything else? Ughghgh.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 8, 2008 1:26:20 GMT -5
"I wasn't looking for anything," he said softly. He came to stand beside her, reaching behind her back to grab the coffee mug, which he wordlessly dumped into the sink. She wouldn't appreciate the alcohol in her system in a few hours. He found her fridge to be quite barren, but at least she had eggs and he set to work on a basic omelette.
As he cooked, he spoke again, "I don't regret it." He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "But if you'd rather not, I won't feel discarded and used."
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Post by Jules on Nov 8, 2008 1:39:54 GMT -5
Camilla watched him, in subtle ways, take care of her. He rid her of her alcohol and started making breakfast and for once, it had her smiling. Usually, she would've gotten angry that he was doing something, but Camilla honestly had no talent for cooking and it was smelling good already. "I'm not sure what I want." She said slowly. But this, this was surprisingly comfortable.
She slid up onto the counter and looked at her dangling feet. "I don't regret it either." Far from it, but she didn't want to toy with him. Since it was a bit late for the 'Let's take it slow' phrase, she was a little bit at a loss.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 8, 2008 1:46:00 GMT -5
"Mm..."
He moved the spatula around in the pan, wondering what would happen if this wasn't a one night stand. Was he ready to be in a relationship again-- put himself in that position?
But... he hadn't lied. He didn't regret it, and would he, if he quit, without at least trying?
He spooned the finished omlette onto two plates, handing her one, a fork stuck into the egg. "I see two options. Either we live as we intended, as mutually cordial roommates, unattached, or we keep having amazing and unpredictable sex."
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Post by Jules on Nov 8, 2008 1:53:48 GMT -5
Camilla took the plate, cut a piece with the side of her fork and popped it into her mouth before answering. "There's something altogether more appealing about the second option." She replied after swallowing. Even though it was plain egg, it was easily the best tasting thing that had ever been cooked on that stove (possibly because it was also the only thing).
Except the word 'relationship' scared her, especially considering their situation. But if they were friends who were sleeping together, exclusively since she didn't think he'd be out and about and it would be slightly awkward if she brought someone home, and living together....didn't that kind of count? She wasn't sure.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 9, 2008 21:25:27 GMT -5
"I thought so too," he answered with a smile. He couldn't read her expression, not that he was such a profound woman analyzer to begin with. He could almost hear the thoughts as they rattled around in her brain, but the nature of the thoughts eluded him.
He hoped she would provide a definite answer soon, even if it meant kicking him out, because he could base a definite course of action on hers, but on his own, it was rocky ground.
He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "Either way, we're stuck together."
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Post by Jules on Nov 9, 2008 22:04:32 GMT -5
The reminder of everything that was currently wrong with her life made worry worm into her stomach. She hadn't really thought about it, but Johnny knew about her flat here, and so did Nex. If the police came sniffing around the hospital, would he know to keep quiet? Maybe she'd have to risk a poof of him to ask him to keep quiet. But it didn't really matter, she could poof out of here in an instant, Jasper in tow. She kicked her legs up onto the counter in such a way that caused the sheet to slide to mid-thigh. It was an art, flirting, that Camilla had not had the opportunity to employ for far too long. Given the chance now, she remembered just how fun it had been.
"You're easily the best cook that's ever been here." Or at least, the only one who'd ever cooked here. The men from hundreds of years ago had never stayed long enough for breakfast.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 9, 2008 22:14:00 GMT -5
"You should see me do the ironing," he said wryly. Though, it did sort of tickle him that she seemed so pleased with flavorless eggs.
He caught sight of her exposed leg and had the typical male reaction. Unfortunately, subtle flirting was an art he had yet to learn. Instead of engaging in sexy banter, he strode forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his waist to kiss her.
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Post by Jules on Nov 9, 2008 22:47:23 GMT -5
How in the hell had she gone so long without this? A throaty little groan slipped through her lips and she braced herself on his chest, nails digging in just a little. If this was what a relationship was, sign her up. Except that was it, right? It had never really been Camilla who had actively avoided falling into one, it had been all the men who hadn't been eager to stay much longer and the fact that she scared off the ones that had tried.
She pulled away for a second, made direct eye contact and asked, "Do I scare you?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 9, 2008 22:56:00 GMT -5
He hid his annoyance at the pause in their actions. He set her on top of the counter, though remained attached.
"Sometimes," he said. He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
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Post by Jules on Nov 9, 2008 23:05:18 GMT -5
Camilla studied him for a moment. Only sometimes? And he'd still agreed to live with her, be with her. So it couldn't be all bad, scaring him, could it? "Because I tend to scare men away." Not that she'd tried in the past some-odd century, but still.
"You'll do it too." Why would Jasper be any different? But she could enjoy him for now. She pressed her lips to his again, wrapping her legs firmly around his wait.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 9, 2008 23:13:07 GMT -5
"I won't leave," he said with a soft laugh. Better to be amused than annoyed at having his actions predicated for him.
"You're scary when you're dealing with Diaspro, or you're yelling at me for not being elated at having snagged a fairy godmother.... but I like that about you."
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