The Czarina
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writes for: Jade "Jaycee" Cooper (verdantclarity)
writes for: Vivian Kearny (spectreofiife)
writes for: Roman Kerrs (idealdanger)
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Post by The Czarina on Nov 7, 2015 18:52:19 GMT -8
Cast: Jaycee Cooper ( verdant clarity ), Ryan Malone ( quicksilver wit )
Summary: Jaycee meets technomancer Ryan Malone at Joe's one evening while doing extra credit work on her laptop. When it freezes, he magically fixes it, and Jaycee calls him out on his powers. After Jaycee slaps Ryan because of some misplaced Rage, they awkwardly hit it off as friends while Tucker continuously reminds her to be less hedgehoggy, even if Ryan is an American.
TW: Donald Trump
[ Jaycee ] Last night had been quite the experience, and Jaycee was not eager to repeat it. Now, she did know that she needed to get out more, but perhaps nighttime tours into catacombs were not the best idea, Tucker. Thanks, Tucker. She did want to show him that she was getting out and about, though, so in order to write her paper on the ah... 'exploration and excavation,' she decided to head to Joe's. The MLP bandaid from last night had been replaced with some liquid bandage, and she wore a maroon knit cap over her long brown hair. Heterochromatic eyes were focused on the laptop screen while she tap tap tapped away on the keyboard. For the trauma of last night, she had made the cambion pay for her chai -- iced today, double dirty -- which she sipped between paragraphs. See? She was out and about, even if it was begrudgingly so.
[ Ryan ] Utterly unaware of severed heads was a good way to be, actually. It was generally how Ryan liked to approach life. A severed-head-less existence. This was what he was living when he found a coffee shop with a rendundant name and decided to see if London brewed better coffee than it made food. Dark hair tucked under a nondescript gray cap, dark eyes drinking in the place--all the kitsch of Starbucks but less artificial!--he moseyed up to the guy behind the counter and ordered. Then caught himself staring at the guy as he ordered, but then decided that was weird and he must have zoned out or something. Whatever. Coffee. In his hands, his second favorite place to have it. His first favorite place was in his mouth. So. Coffee sufficiently doctored, he sat down near the girl with the snazzy maroon hat and took a sip of his caffeine. So. London. It sure was a place. Maybe he should have listened when his mom told him to wait until spring to go and to hang around Nashville a while longer, but...why?
[ Jaycee ] Across the room, Jaycee heard the American accent at the counter. ... Ugh. She couldn't exactly place where in America it was from, but it certainly was from the land of guns and trans fats. She sort of wrinkled her nose and brought the chai up to her mouth to sip from the straw as she turned her gaze sidelong to catch a glimpse of him. She was expecting cowboy hat, boots, and a red-white-and-blue flag button down, but he looked like just some punkass American tourist. Perhaps lost on his way to Amsterdam. That had to be it. And then. Out of the entire bloody shop, he decided to sit close to her. She sort of looked at him, giving him a once over, and then turned towards her computer again. Stupid Americans with their stupid faces. Jaycee was, perhaps, a little bigoted when it came to that, but the ideals in that country were completely against her own. And as she watched the BBC coverage of the US Presidential Debates, she really wondered what in the world had gotten into their heads. Donald Trump?? Really??
[ Ryan ] Excuse you. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans and was draping a dark green hoodie over the back of his chair. Which was when he felt a pair of eyes on him, and so he looked over at their source. He analyzed her because that was what he did with pretty much everything, and found that she was not really putting out the super-friendly approachable vibes. Girls around here hadn't been particularly interested in flirting back with him, he'd noticed in the whole two days he'd been here. Then again, they weren't really banging his door down back home, either. "Hi." Alright, he'd be pleasant, at least. There was no attempt made to see what she was doing on her laptop because it was none of his business anyway. Maybe he should have brought his own laptop. But he did have his phone, and he had a couple of books on there, and maybe that could provide him with some entertainment or something while he hung around and sipped coffee and got his bearings.
[ Jaycee ] Two days, big deal. Try being here your whole life and never getting a flirt. Then again, Jaycee didn't exactly put herself out there. She really wasn't anticipating him saying anything to her, and she blinked a few times before she replied. "Er... Hello," she said. Her accent was definitely British, though it wasn't harsh and cockney or anything like that. It was rather soft and hesitant -- like Hugh Grant mixed with Snuggle softener. "Finding yourself around alright then?" she asked, because that accent definitely said tourist. Odd, though, that he wasn't there with anyone. Usually the boys came in packs of lads, and this one was a stray. Jaycee only seemed approximately half interested however, because when her eyes turned back towards the screen, she realized that it had frozen. ... Tap. ... Tap tap tap... TAPTAPTAP. "Bugger," she muttered under her breath. Alt, ctrl, del, my friends. Alt, ctrl, del.
[ Ryan ] Finding himself around alright? Yeah, yeah he was, actually. Ryan was a big boy who could tie his own shoes and everything. Look, he'd tied those Chucks to perfection. "Yeah," he said. "Thanks." That accent of his, though it wasn't screaming southern or anything, definitely marked him as a foreigner around here. "It's nice here." And it was, because it seemed about 70% less redneck than his own turf. People weren't quite as friendly around here, though. And that probably would have been the first and last conversation that Ryan Malone ever had with Jaycee Cooper, if it weren't for the fact that her computer started to mess up. He knew that expression anywhere. "Having problems?" he asked, sliding off his chair to walk over and take a look. "I'm good with computers. Want me to see if I can fix it?" There was about a 30% chance that he would blow it up, he figured. And yes, Ryan thought in statistics fairly often. 70% seemed like good enough odds to risk it.
[ Jaycee ] You know, studies show that 85% of statistics are just made up on the spot. He was right, though. That would have been the first and last conversation that they were going to have, but then he decided to try to help her out with her computer woes. Jaycee was no computer geek by a long shot, but she also wasn't technophobe either. She rested somewhere along the middle, able to get around and show people how to do things, but still having to call whatever the British version of Geek Squad was when she was in a pickle. She was hesitant at first, and maybe a little frosty, but she turned towards him and scooted over a bit. "Eh... Sure, I suppose. It just likes to lock up occasionally. Everything turns white, and you can't even get the task manager up. I usually have to push the power button, but I don't want to lose my work; it's due tomorrow." And Jaycee hadn't hit save.
[ Ryan ] He should have told her that she should have saved it, but instead Ryan kinda smiled her way as he stepped over. "White-screening. That's no good. Hang on here...give me a second..." There were a few more ctrl-alt-del jabs made on her keyboard, gently. This thing was a mess, completely on lockdown. He scowled at the screen. His face was too young to wear that scowl. There was one way to fix this, and he was going to have to distract her if he was going to have any hope of doing so. "So what's your name?" he asked, while fingers gave another jab at the three keys that did jack shit. "I'm Ryan. Um, kinda...taking a long-term hiatus from the States." Maybe he could create a distraction? He focused on one of the lights above a nearby table, a pendant lamp with a golden shade. Squint. Squint...boom. The bulb popped in a shower of sparks, and while that stole the attention of everyone else for a second, he struck. A blue-white glow flickered from his fingertips, seeped into the computer's depths, and Jaycee's screen was as good as new. Tucker, meanwhile, muttered something about needing to call an electrician, because he did not get paid to fix lights.
[ Jaycee ] She looked at him while he did the whole computer fixing thing. He ... Was a little odd looking, but that was what Americans looked like, right? She supposed he might have been one of the lovelier Americans she had seen, but he still wasn't Ash. "Jaycee," she replied, though she had moved her gaze to the computer before answering. "Never been to the States," she murmured. It wasn't until the light blew and she gave one of those patented little shrieks that she felt it. A power signature. One that she wasn't familiar with at all. She turned her head sharply back to the computer and the skinny American boy who had done something to her laptop. She was a bit wide-eyed for a moment, and when she saw that the computer was fixed, she pursed her lips together and focused back on him. "How did you fix it?" she asked, a little more suspicious than she was thankful. ... Though she was thankful.
[ Ryan ] "You're probably not missing much," he admitted. "We're a stupid country." Not all Americans were idiots. Not all Americans blindly thought their country was the best. Jaycee had probably just watched America Fuck Yeah a few too many times on YouTube or something. The task manager had come up as soon as the screen was un-whited, and he looked pleased with himself, but when he was asked how he did it, he found himself at a small loss. "Uh." Ryan was pretty cunning, though. He could spin a convincing lie. It was either his father's influence, or it was just sheer talent. "I don't know, I guess if you just hit control-alt-delete enough times it gives in or something. You okay, though? You screamed." She had a ridiculous scream. It was almost endearing. To change the subject as quickly as possible, he closed out the task manager and glanced at the words on the screen. "Dude. Underground passageways? That sounds badass. Sorry, I didn't mean to pry, I just saw that." Tucker swept up the remnants of the shattered bulb, and there was a flicker of keen blues their way, a tug of his mouth upwards in a little smirk.
[ Jaycee ] Tucker, no. Don't even go there. That wasn't at all what it was. He was one of those 'finding myself in Europe' type of Americans, and they tended to be flakey anyway. "Mhm," she said, unconvinced at his answer about alt+ctrl+del, and her arms crossed over her chest -- pretty much her default pose anyway. "I'm fine; just startled is all." She waved her hand absently towards where Tucker was cleaning the glass, then returned her arm back to her chest. "Yes, dangerous underground passageways; not something I'd recommend." She paused for a moment, formulating her thoughts, and the barest hint of a smirk tugged upon the corner of her mouth. "Tell me... Are all Americans liars, or is it just you?" she asked, the brow above her green eye raising.
[ Ryan ] Yeah, what was that barista looking at, anyway? Ryan largely ignored him and sat down with Jaycee instead. Yes, at her table, because they were talking to one another, just with a detour to go back and grab his coffee because he wasn't about to waste it. It was good. England: lousy food, passable weather if you like rain (he did), and good coffee. And moderately hostile girls. Yep, should've stayed in Nashville, but he basically had a bet going on with his brother. He said Ryan couldn't handle a year in England, and Ryan was determined to cash in. Forty-eight hours was way too soon to call it quits. She called him out while he was in the middle of a sip, so he choked on his coffee and stared at her with eyes that were almost the same color. "Huh?" Yeah, that was a good response, you were doing so well. "I'm not lying," he lied. "Okay, maybe I'm lying a little. Why do you think I'm lying? How do you...yeah, I..." Stare. Sip. "So underground passageways?" Ryan. Please stop.
[ Jaycee ] Oh, this was going to amuse Jaycee to no end. Calling out this smug American... Now, he wasn't being smug at the moment? But she knew he had it in him; he was from the Land of Liberty anyway. Her smirk grew a little bit larger when he nearly choked on his coffee, and she leaned forward so that she could rest one arm atop the table while the other palm rested her chin, elbow propped on the table's surface. She simply watched him try to save face, though he didn't do so well. Underground passageways were ignored, and she focused on answering the ... stuttered question that he'd sputtered her way. "Simply a hunch," she said. Though as she spoke, the light that was broken began to shine brightly. The filament was most definitely broken and it shouldn't, but here it was, glowing vividly above her head and behind her. As her grin grew, so did the shine.
[ Ryan ] A hunch. "You put too much faith in hunches, maybe?" he suggested, trying to divert suspicion away from himself and his activities and his nigh-miraculous computer-fixing. "I'm just good with..." And that was when he turned to see the light shining behind him. The very same one that he had busted. Tucker glanced at the light, glanced at Jaycee, and just smiled as he went about his barista business, but Ryan was transfixed by the glow. The he turned and was transfixed by Jaycee. "How did you..." No, he leaned in and whispered to her, because he didn't know who else would hear. You have to keep this quiet, Ryan, because you're different from other people and they can't know. You don't want to have to answer questions, do you? Or be studied or something, do you? "Sometimes I can just...get a machine to do what I want. It works with all kinds of technology, but I'm best at communications tech. Phones, computers, that sort of...stuff. And I'm only telling you this because you are making that light glow and I know it's you." Coffee-eyes swept up to Jaycee's mismatched ones. "What are you?"
[ Jaycee ] "Sometimes faith is all you have to go on," she said, still smirking. And then when he trailed off and basically stared slack-jawed at the light? Jaycee nearly giggled, but she managed to stifle it into her smirk. How did she do that? She just shrugged lazily. "Odd things happen in London, I suppose. Call that a hunch as well." When he leaned in, she sort of pulled back, not quite happy about the broach of her personal bubble. "Ah... You're safe to talk here, promise," she said. She gestured over her shoulder with her thumb to the sweeping cambion behind her. "That's Tucker, my older brother, and we're all different here. Well. Not all, but most of us. Those of us here now are. Are you here to attend Shepherd?" she asked.
[ Ryan ] Tucker waved when his name was brought up, and he grinned at the descriptor. Older brother? Hell yeah. Wave, and he was back doing Tucker things, like watching cat videos on his phone and refilling his coffee cup no less than four times during his shift. Ryan waved at him right back. He seemed nice, though he put off a vibe that he couldn't identify and that made him sort of want to keep looking. Shrug. Back to Jaycee because she was more interesting than coffee guy, with her secrets and her differences. "Shepherd? Is that like a college? No, I'm taking at least a semester off. I just finished high school, I need a break." So much information going into his head! Ryan liked to learn, but he preferred to learn from experience rather than a classroom. "Is that where you go?" Is that where there are underground passages? Because that sounded like something he'd find really cool, exploring the forbidden underground. "And what does he do?" Point at Tucker, who snorted into his coffee cup.
[ Jaycee ] So perhaps it was a little lie from the prickly Brit, but she preferred to call it a defensive fib. If this random American boy thought she had a big older brother, he'd leave her alone after he found out he wasn't alone, right? She turned around to smile brightly at Tucker, and then looked back at Ryan. "It's secondary as well as collegiate. I've got another year before I graduate, but I intend to continue my education immediately after." Unlike some people, Ryan. She wasn't impressed by the fact that he was 'taking at least a semester off.' Not in the least bit. "Yes, that is where the passages are, but like I said, I don't recommend them," she said shaking her head. When the question about Tucker came up, Jaycee actually giggled. She looked back at the snorting cambion, then turned back towards the technomancer. "You don't want to know what he does," she said.
[ Ryan ] No, Ryan, you don't want to know what he does, because Tucker raised his brow like he was playfully suggesting he'd show the guy sometime. Ryan decided to nope on that. Absolutely nope. There were some things that he decided were best left unanswered. "You're not going to take a little rest? You must be dedicated." Yeah, he could tell that this little Brit girl wasn't the least impressed. Well fine! She didn't have to be impressed by him and his semester off. Why did it kinda grate on him that she took that attitude, though? She was also younger than he had thought. Maybe that was why it was irritating. Her youth. "What do you want to do when you get out of school, then? Like when you're completely done. Graduated and stuff." He glanced at her computer again to make sure that it was still running as it needed to be, and fingers tapped together on the table's surface. Little blue-white sparks danced between them for just a half-second when they made contact.
[ Jaycee ] "Dedicated is one word, I suppose." Sheltered was another. She really knew nothing other than academia, and she wasn't looking forward to being a part of the full-fledged witching community. She was still so young, and she really wasn't even sure she was cut out to be a Chosen. Surely they had meant to choose her brother, but ... But he was 'dead,' so there was that, right? Jaycee always felt like she was a sham. An imposter. "I don't know," she admitted to him. "I'd like to be a concert pianist, but I'm not entirely sure that's very lucrative." She shrugged again. "What is it you plan on doing during your, ah... break," she said, with maybe a little more contempt than she really meant. She hadn't meant to be rude to the American boy, it just sort of... Came out that way. The hedgehog that Tucker always spoke about.
[ Ryan ] "Watch the prickles, Jaycee," came the voice of the cambion behind the counter. Don't worry, Ryan didn't understand what the hell he meant by that, so he just kept up the conversation with Jaycee. "A concert pianist? If you're good, I bet there's a lot of money to be made in that. I play instruments too." If it had strings on it, he could play it, with the exception, ironically, of pianos. Guitar, violin, harp, banjo, it was basically his bitch. "I'm just going to work, I think. Get a job. Get some money tucked away, then go to college. Maybe I'll check out this Shepherd place. By the way, there's nothing wrong with taking time off. Not everybody's ready to go into college right away." He was parroting what his mother always used to tell him, when he told her he was getting tired of school. His father had agreed, but of course his father had agreed. And finally he smiled at Jaycee, in the hopes of loosening her up a little. "Hey, you wanna play together sometime? Music, I mean. I can do violin or harp if you want something fancy. Guitar if you don't." Ryan was looking for a friend, he really was, because he knew nobody here. It was why he had picked London. No ties here.
[ Jaycee ] She cringed when she heard Tucker admonish her for the prickles. She made a little bit of a face at him that let him know she wasn't trying to be prickly, but it just came out like that. Kind of like Kearny's bitchface, you know? It was just sort of default. When you were prickly, you didn't have to answer a whole lot of questions, and you didn't have to let anybody in. She didn't want to have to explain everything with her family, and there were just so many secrets that were entrusted to the sixteen year old. It was a lot of responsibility, you know? "Oh, I didn't... I wasn't trying to say that you..." Her turn to try to save face. She really had meant to take a dig at him, but she was trying to make up for it now, right? It counted, right? "Sorry, I'm just not... Used to talking to people," she said, shifting a little uncomfortably in her seat. When he asked her if she'd like to play sometime? That's when she knew that he was just trying to be nice and was totally planning on blowing her off. Not that she had plans to see him again? But she just wanted people to be honest with her. "Ah, yeah, I get it. I suppose that's universal, isn't it?" He had no idea what she was talking about, but she was sure that he did. Boy code was crappy.
[ Ryan ] Blowing her off? No, he was not at all blowing her off. In fact, he wanted to see her again, because she was the first person he had spoken to for more than a few moments, and who had expressed an interest in getting to know him in any capacity. Even if she was just curious about his abilities and about whether he was going to Shepherd. He blinked at her. Confused. Confused by a lot of what she said, about how she wasn't used to talking to people, for one thing. How did she not talk to people? "So you just...wait, what's universal? People trying to find common ground?" Somewhere in the background, Tucker had stopped sweeping behind the counter and was watching them with a smile that bordered on knowing. "Yeah, it probably is. So like...what kind of stuff do you like to play? Classical, I'm guessing, if you want to be a concert pianist? Favorite composer?" Just making conversation, because Ryan needed it after two days of being pretty much all alone in the apartment his parents had helped him rent out. He was used to having people around. His mom always, his dad sometimes, and his older brother most of the time. Silence was deafening. He needed a pet. He also needed a friend.
[ Jaycee ] Oh, Tucker, what do you know. She shook her head when he started to try and figure out what she meant. Playing stupid. Americans were good at it, weren't they? "You really don't have to do this," she said, Jaycee language for shutting down. It wasn't the prickles, but the walls were coming up and she was locking herself inside. Boys were trouble anyway, and it wasn't even like she liked him or anything. But seriously, she knew that she needed to just stay away from people. She was just going to sit in her dorm all day and only go out when Tucker made her because he was literally the only thing with a penis that she trusted at all. "Johann Pachelbel," she said finally. "Let me guess, yours too?" Now, misplaced anger was rising in the teenage witch. "Is this a thing that you boys like to do? Do you get a thrill for making a girl feel about a centimeter tall? Is that a thing now?" Fidget, fidget. She sort of tugged and pawed at her sweater. Sorry, Ryan. Ash rage was coming your way.
[ Ryan ] He knew that Jaycee was about to explode on the wrong kid, that was what he knew, and he winced a little. Ryan, on the other hand, hadn't seen that coming, and he was left wide-eyed and staring at her. "What the hell?" Was everyone in England like this? Because if they were, he was going home and his brother could have his stupid $100. "First of all, it's Vivaldi. Second of all, I'm not trying to make you feel about a centimeter tall. Look, I'm new here, and I'm just trying to make a friend or two. I don't know what's crawled into your panties and gotten them in a wad, but damn. I just wanted to play music with you and hang out, not like...I don't know, smother myself to death in your tits or something."
[ Jaycee ] Vivaldi, huh? Vivaldi wasn't bad at all. ... Okay, so maybe it wasn't Ryan she was mad at. Not in the least bit. But of course he had to ask her to play music. That was what that pretentious little blonde had done, and once she'd given him her number, he had pretended like she didn't exist. Hadn't even said hello to her when he saw her. Jaycee was completely invisible because, as her doppleganger said, she was too much of a prude for anybody to like her. She needed to dress more like Jasper, it seemed. Now, she wasn't used to people being so blunt about her chest, either. Only cat callers who either didn't know or didn't care that she was underage. She gasped and covered her chest with one arm, and her other reeled back before striking a smack across his cheek with the other. Immediately, she grabbed his hand and jotted her phone number down on his hand. Talk about mixed signals. "My breasts are none of your business. I'd like a friend."
[ Ryan ] Yeah, this wasn't about Ryan, was it? Even the American boy could figure that part out, that it had nothing to do with him underneath it all. Which was only slightly reassuring, because he was wondering how damaged the goods were here. He was thinking about that, in fact, when she reached out and slapped him like he'd just grabbed her ass. "Ow! Hey! What the--" And she was snatching his hand and jotting down her number on it, while Ryan's eyes went wider and wider with each progressive second. "Dude. You can't just slap people and...give them your...yeah." He'd gotten a girl's number, so no matter how weird the circumstances, he couldn't argue with it too much. He reached for her pen, snagged up her hand, wrote his own number on it. "So do you bitchslap all your friends, or am I special? Or is that just how people greet one another here in England?" The ongoing internal analysis continued. Negative trait: reactionary. Positive trait: cute. Negative trait: inherently suspicious. Positive trait: possibly as lonely as he was. "Why Pachelbel?" Was it because his Canon in D was literally every song ever on the radio, from Don't Stop Believin' to Basket Case?
[ Jaycee ] "And you can't just mention a girl's breasts so ... so blatantly like that," she said, tugging more at her shirt to make sure that it wasn't clinging. She awkwardly tried to shift to cover her chest, both elbows resting on the table and her palms turned upwards to cradle her chin. But then he was taking her hand and writing on it. Jaycee blinked a little confusedly as she watched it happen. Like... He gave her a way to contact her. She pulled her hand back and scrutinized it. ... It didn't look like a fake number and he hadn't like... Took off after she slapped him. So maybe he did want a friend? "I uh.. Yeah," she said, the apples of her cheeks taking on a bit of a pink tinge. "Sorry," she apologized for the slap. She crossed her arms about her chest so that she wasn't cradling her face in her hands anymore -- she didn't want the pen to rub off on her face. "Canon in D is just... It's just so lovely. Everything is based off of it. You wouldn't have music today if it weren't for Pachelbel." Perhaps a bit of an overstatement, but there was a kernel of truth in it.
[ Ryan ] "I didn't mean yours! I just meant...in general..." Oh, Jesus. He'd looked, of course he'd looked, because he was male and in her proximity and if he didn't look it would be a crime. But he wasn't going to do anything about it and was trying really hard not to make her uncomfortable. Or at least any more uncomfortable than she already was. "Yeah. It's okay. Just do me a favor and don't slap me again unless I really deserve it, okay? And I'll try not to really deserve it." Oh, he would. At some point he would absolutely deserve it. "If you mean pop music is modeled off the same chord changes, yeah. It's a good peice of music, though. See, I liked Vivaldi's choral stuff in particular, but the Four Seasons is just perfect. Like you can kinda feel the seasons in each of them. Like how Spring's all light and airy and then the rains come in." He glanced at her, glanced at her coffee cup. "Hey. You want a refill?" Maybe he'd even buy it for her. Yeah, that seemed like a friendly kinda thing to do.
[ Jaycee ] Jaycee's assets really, really drew a lot of attention if she didn't hide them, and even when she did, it wasn't as if she bandaged herself down. Jaycee reached up and pulled the knit cap off her head, leaving a few strands of hair to become staticky. She smoothed them down and sort of moved her hair in front of the cut on her temple. She flushed a little bit again. "I'll do my best," she said in regards to not slapping him again unless he really deserved it. He really did know what he was talking about with music, didn't he? She got the impression that Ash had no idea what he was talking about and was just saying things to make himself seem a lot smarter and well-rounded than he actually was. Funny, Ryan didn't seem like an American at all. "Are you sure you're from the States?" she asked, raising a brow and giving a little nod to his question about whether or not she wanted a refill. "Clean, though. He'll know what it means."
[ Ryan ] Of course he knew what he was talking about. His father was the embodiment of rapid-fire knowledge and information. It wasn't as though he had an entire encyclopedia in his brain, but Ryan did have a lot going on up there. His was the learning that came from experiencing and doing rather than sitting in classrooms. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure Tennessee is in the States, unless this is a parallel universe where the South won the Civil War and I'm actually from the Confederacy. Why?" Come on, Jaycee. That's like saying that all Brits are snooty prudes with bad teeth. Jaycee had lovely teeth. "Okay. Be right back." And he took up her mug and his mug and meandered over to the counter. The cap-covered head tipped towards the cambion's mop of unruly light brown, and they spoke softly to one another, a little too quietly for Jaycee to make out what they were saying. But there was one moment where Tucker's eyes flickered towards the young witch, and Ryan smiled. And then he was coming back with the two mugs, placing her clean chai down on the table carefully, a good distance from her computer. "I paid for it," he informed her.
[ Jaycee ] Tennessee. That was unfortunate. Wasn't that in the south? She could hear it, just a smidge, in his voice. It wasn't as awful as Joshua's, but it was most definitely American and just a touch southern. Unfortunate, indeed. Perhaps, though, he was really switched at birth and he was originally from England. "I've just never known an American to know much about classical composers," she said offhandedly. When he left to grab her a cup of chai, she turned her head to watch him. ... Okay, so he wasn't bad looking? He was kinda charming in a weird way. Skinny. He likely went for those waif-like girls. Like Jasper. Nothing like Jaycee who had touching thighs and hella curves. She really did have a bangin'body, but you couldn't really tell from her bulky sweaters. When Tucker looked her way, Jaycee just mouthed the words, 'Shut up,' to him and covered her face. When Ryan came her way again, she turned around quickly so that it looked like she wasn't watching them. ... But Jaycee was less than graceful, and if he had any eyeballs at all, he would have seen it. "You didn't have to do that. Thank you, though. I'll buy the next, yeah?"
[ Ryan ] Her comment about composers had been stashed away until he returned. And yes, he knew that she was watching them, and it made him smile a little. What he was into, what she was into, wasn't on the table right now, he figured, because she had slapped him for just a brief, passing comment about boobs in general. "You're welcome. And sure. I'm going to hold you to it though. It's the..." He stared at the chalkboard behind the counter. "The Nothin' Special." Basically, plain old coffee. "Now, composers. Did you seriously say that you don't expect Americans to know about classical composers? Because a lot of recent composers came from America." He stirred his coffee with the little stir-stick and then used it to gesticulate in the air between the two of them. "Leonard Bernstein. John Phillip Sousa. Aaron Copland. John Cage, though arguably his most famous piece is everybody sitting around in silence for four and a half minutes. All of them, American." Ryan's grin was utterly shit-eating as he proved he could put his money where his mouth was. "Don't discount us. We're not all bald eagles and Toby Keith guitar solos and heart attacks."
[ Jaycee ] "'The Nothin' Special,'" she echoed when he had told her his order. "I'll remember that. And if not, Tucker will. He remembers everyone's orders," she said, raising her glass in his direction and then taking a sip. Likely, it was a to-go cup since she was no longer trusted with Joe's Joe dishware. "Just because composers come from America doesn't mean that the general populace even knows who they are," she said, but by this time she was just teasing him. He clearly displayed that he had a lot more knowledge than his hometown said about him, but she wasn't about to give in just yet. She still wasn't convinced that all Americans weren't brain damaged somehow. She did snicker a little bit at the image of Americans that he painted with his words. Jaycee brought her cup up to her lips to sip her chai, and the other hand moved to close her laptop. She wasn't planning on getting any more work done this evening. "How long have you been in London?" she asked curiously.
[ Ryan ] Yeah, sorry Jaycee, you are banned from having actual mugs until you bring back the ones that you've absconded with over the months. "Oh, come on," Ryan laughed. Actually laughed, playfully, and found that he was having a good time with this prickly little Brit girl once she opened up and stopped being such a goddamn ice queen. "That's like saying the average Brit knows their composers. I went out last night, I tried going to a club just because I can legally drink here. I watched some poor girl get harassed by a group of five guys calling her all 'luv' like it was going to get her to go home with all of them at once or something. People are stupid no matter where you go, if you spend time with the wrong people. Also, another lesson, clubs suck everywhere." She actually started asking about him, and he looked down into his cup with a big smirk on his face while he answered. "About...two days. Two whole days in London. I have this bet going with my brother, he thinks I won't last the year." |
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The Czarina
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writes for: Jade "Jaycee" Cooper (verdantclarity)
writes for: Vivian Kearny (spectreofiife)
writes for: Roman Kerrs (idealdanger)
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Post by The Czarina on Nov 7, 2015 18:57:29 GMT -8
Cast: Jaycee Cooper ( verdant clarity ), Ryan Malone ( quicksilver wit )
Summary: Jaycee and Ryan meet at the Clockwork Cat to formally hang out after she hung up on him the day before. She takes him to see Westminster Abbey at night, and they have a jolly good time talking about anthropomorphic foxes.
TW: infanticide reference, otherkin, painfully awkward teenage flirting
[ Ryan ] Meet at the Clockwork Cat? Sure, that sounded good. The Cat had already earned Ryan's approval by being the best place he could find for a burger. Sure, he was planning on trying more British fare at some point, but anything other than the infamous fish and chips had yet to be investigated. And fish and chips weren't bad, but he figured he'd die miserably of a heart attack at eighteen if he had them every night. So he was out at the Cat, yes, and he had decided to text Jaycee to see if she wanted to come hang out with him, maybe have dinner. It wasn't a date. Don't be stupid. He hardly knew her. But it was Tuesday night and the Cat wasn't exactly hopping, and he hadn't really seen her since the night they met, just called her twice. The first time she had screamed and hung up. The second time she had picked up and stammered something about a spider. He suggested she get a cat, because they're good at finding bugs. The text was sent off! Want to get something to eat at the Cat? I'm already there. He didn't bring up the part where she did owe him coffee. She was too young to pay it forward in the form of a beer, though.
[ Jaycee ] Okay, well, to be fair, she wasn't expecting him to call and she didn't recognize the number. She'd picked up, and when he said who it was, she'd shrieked, touched the "end call" button and thrown her phone on her bed. ... Then picked it up with a 'noooo!' and immediately took to Twitter and to texting Tucker. 'Uh, call him back?' was the awesome answer from the cambion, but she didn't have to because he'd called back and she had so swiftly made up a story about a spider and having to kill it and this, that, the other thing. Ahem. "Y-Yeah, a cat would be... a good... idea," had been her response to Ryan's suggestion, but she had at least managed to hold a little bit of a conversation with him before she made an excuse to hang up and then hid under her blankets for the rest of the evening. Right now, she was already in her pajamas and in bed studying when she got the text. ... Uhhmm. She didn't reply back right away. Instead, she shot Tucker a quick text. 'Ryan asked me to meet him at the Cat, but I'm in pajamas, what do?' And a pause in Kat's post so Carley can post Tucker's one-line reply.
[ Tucker ] 'Then you take off the pajamas and you put pants on and you go meet him, if that's what you want to do.'
[ Jaycee ] Well that wasn't any help! She made a weird whiny noise and then texted back to Ryan. "K." ... REALLY? DID THAT JUST SEND?! Bollocks, Jaycee, you're more eloquent than that. Either way, she hurriedly pulled on her jeans -- without realizing that there was a pair of polka dotted underwear stuck in the leg -- and an over-sized t-shirt with an over-sized hoodie over it, and made her way to the Cat. It took her a good twenty minutes to get there, but when she waltzed in, she looked around nervously for him. The polka dotted knickers? Had managed to sneak their way out of her pants and now were halfway on top of her shoe without her realizing.
[ Ryan ] K? Oh wow. Well, it was better than a no. Maybe. It was a little better than a no. So when Jaycee arrived, Ryan was still looking at his phone, but he wasn't staring at her text or anything like that. No, he was scrolling through Facebook. Probably checking in at the Clockwork Cat, possibly taking a picture of his plate of potato wedges and his beer. His legal beer! England was awesome. He was sipping it from the bottle when Jaycee came strolling on over, and one hand lifted to wave to the pint-sized witch. "Hey." Yep, cue that stupid American accent, rising up over the music and the general din. "What's up?" The plate of potato wedges was offered her way as she approached, and dark eyes traveled down the length of her leg because something there had caught his attention. Well well. A pair of panties? His head tilted. "Those yours, by the way? On your foot." Ryan was not wearing any underwear in positions that were not standard underwear places. He was wearing a pair of intentionally distressed jeans, a t-shirt emblazoned with a band name--Twenty One Pilots--and a khaki jacket was shoved into the booth next to him. Plenty of room for Jaycee to sit across the way, though. There was no cap today, so she'd actually get to see his hair, though it wasn't particularly show-stopping. Just brown.
[ Jaycee ] She gave him a bit of a smile when she walked in and brought a hand up to wave a little nervously before jutting her hands into her jean pockets as she approached. She opened her mouth to reply to his greeting, but then he asked about something on her shoe. She looked down and there were -- shriek! Jaycee was mortified and she immediately bent down to pick them up and shove them in her hoodie pocket. Her cheeks were bright red, and any semblance of cool and calm that she had managed to pick up during her walk to the Cat was very much gone. "I-I-I... I just.. It's only.. I didn't... Maybe I should just..." She motioned her thumb back behind her to motion towards the door, her sentence left unfinished. 'Maybe I should just go,' was what she was going for. Her heart raced high in her chest, her ears practically burned, and quite frankly, all the lights in the restaurant sort of flickered for a moment while Jaycee stood there in her moment of sheer panic.
[ Ryan ] Flicker-flick. Ryan couldn't be responsible for all of that, could he? No, and he was calm. But Jaycee was freaking out, and he figured he had to do something before the entire establishment became a cascade of golden sparks. "Hey. Hey, it's fine. One time I went out to get my mail without my pants on. I was really tired." The story was supposed to put her more at ease, by the way, not make her think about Ryan in whatever flavor skivvies he preferred. "The mailbox is at the end of this really long driveway, and it's on a pretty busy street, and some cars went by. There were some girls I think." Okay, now he was just exaggerating, but he liked Jaycee best when she was at ease and making fun of his birthplace, not when she was freaking out. "Don't worry about it. C'mon, sit, have you tried these? These things are so good. Mom told me that English food was kinda shitty, but she was here once in like...1990. I bet this place wasn't open then." Coffee-colored eyes rose to peer at the girl across the way, his mouth curled into a small smirk. "I mean, unless there's some sort of amazing English cooking that I haven't tried before. I could always go have a, uh...a cheeky Nandos, whatever that is."
[ Jaycee ] Okay... Okay, so... He still wanted her to stay and he wasn't going to make fun of her... Now, were this Ash... That wouldn't have gone as nicely. But Ryan was, essentially, a gentleman here, or at least on the gentlemanly spectrum. She sort of awkwardly shuffled over to the table while she listened to the story, and she tilted her head at such an angle that her hair mostly covered her red face. She sliiiiid into the seat across from him, immediately crossed her arms about her chest and tucked her hands beneath her armpits so that she could make herself seem smaller and safer. But now he was on to British cuisine, so she'd follow along with the conversation in hopes that her ears and cheeks would stop burning. "It's not awful. It's just not American food. It's not trans fats fried in trans fats and served on a bun of trans fats with secret sauce," she said, and she rolled her eyes at the cheeky Nandos comment, but in a playful way. "Nandos is a sort of... Not quite fast food restaurant, but they make very delicious chicken," she replied. "Cheeky Nandos is what idiots do in order to make their penises seem bigger."
[ Ryan ] "You want to know a secret? The secret sauce is also trans fats, but they're watered down a bit with some trans-fats and seasoned up to perfection using trans fats." See? He could play along with the insults that his country had probably earned through years of being largely represented by idiots. Ryan hadn't expected to have to engage in a campaign of damage control on behalf of his home nation, though. "I could go for some good chicken, but I don't think I want to hang out with idiots. I've seen enough of them already. You know, you like to act like your country is almost moron-free, but it's not. I went to a bar last night and some skinny dude with a really thick accent tried to fight me." Ryan cleared his throat and did his best impression of the guy. It wasn't very good. It sounded like Eliza Doolittle's balls dropped, or like Tucker but an idiotic jock. "I'll fight you, mate! Yeah! I'll fight you and I'll fight your mum! You been lookin' at my girl? You been lookin' at me girl?!" It was followed by a huge roll of his eyes. "So I guess I'm not going to bars again, either. So what've you been up to?"
[ Jaycee ] You know, at least he made her feel more comfortable. She actually giggled at his description of the secret sauce, and when he went into a British accent, she damn near died. "That's cockney!" she cried through giggles. "That's not even the accent from around here, American Swine," she said, though her smirk told him that she was just playing with him. "I never said we don't have idiots, but we most certainly do not have the same level of idiots that you do." She cleared her throat and tried her best American accent. It sort of wavered between some sort of Southern yee-hawin'drawl and, well, Kermit the Frog, let's be honest. "Don't take mah guns! Don't take mah guns! Obama is comin'for my guns, the Muslim socialist!" She even put her hands on her hips to accent her point. "Jesus and apple pies for everyone," she said, grinning from ear to ear. She let her arms fall back down to her sides and then picked up a menu to peek through. She peeked at him over the top of it. "How'd I do? Star spangled enough?"
[ Ryan ] Ryan picked the wrong time to take a swig of his beer, apparently, because he was suddenly choking on it as he laughed. He swallowed it down and beamed at Jaycee. She was funny when she let herself be more relaxed instead of angsting it up and being all afraid of everything. "You know, I was going to say that you're not even close, but that sounds a lot like some of my neighbors in Nashville. You forgot the part about God sending hurricanes because of the gays, though. Also the part where Obama is a Muslim, but also a muslin, and a socialist, but also a fascist. Other than that? Good job." She was going to get something to eat, and Ryan debated buying it for her, but wondered if that would be a misinterpreted gesture. I mean. Jaycee was cute. She really was. But he was pretty sure if he tried to buy her dinner, she'd make that ridiculous squealing noise again and try to hide in the depths of her oversized sweater. "Hey. You up to a job? I mean, it's not a paying job. But I could use somebody to show me around London in a non-touristy fashion. I don't want to see all the stuff American tourists come to see, I want to see all the stuff that's interesting to the people who actually live there."
[ Jaycee ] She giggled a little bit more when he snorted his beer, and then continued when he 'corrected' her. "Ah, yes. I forgot how soft Obama the muslin is," she said sagely and nodded her head. Jaycee tried to keep a straight face but that smirk fought its way back onto her lips. She ended up deciding against something to drink, and the menu was set aside. Rather demurely, she reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear while she smiled at him. She motioned to his beer. "I owe you a drink, but I can't pay for that legally," she said with a little wrinkle to her nose. "You're going to have to try again, American Joe." Another facetious grin, but she sobered up a little when he gave her a 'job offer.' Blink. "You want me to show you around London?" she asked, her head canting to the side a bit. "Y-Yeah, sure... I mean... I'm not from London, so I don't know all of the awesome little spots, but I've been here enough to know some. I'm from Nottingham up north," she said. "But uh... Yeah, I can do that... If you want, I guess? Eheh..." Jaycee, you're an idiot.
[ Ryan ] "Obama the muslin is our softest and most versatile president," Ryan joked. "And you don't have to pay for this. You still owe me a coffee and we'll leave it at that. But hey, if you want something, I'll be happy to buy you dinner and you won't owe me anything. Anything at all." He had money. Sort of. He had his father's money, which was sort of, you know, unlimited money, because Hermes. Jaycee's stammering responses drew that comforting little smile from him again. This time, Ryan even reached over the table to place his hand, very lightly, on her hand. He expected her to yank it away like it was on fire, and possibly slap him again, because she'd already established herself as that sort of girl. Unpredictable. But nice enough. "You know more about London than I do, and yeah, I'd like you to be the one. Just show me like...the basic stuff. How to live in England. I blend in okay, right?" Yes, Ryan, you blended in fine, there were plenty of other guys running around London in ripped jeans and band shirts. Especially over here, around Shepherd. "Hell, you could start whenever you'd like. I'm, uh, I'm kinda between jobs." Blah blah filthy lazy American blah blah, we get it, Jaycee. Dat's racist.
[ Jaycee ] She shook her head. "No, it's alright. I'm not hungry. I've already eaten. I was in my pajamas when you called and hurriedly got dressed. Hence..." This time she actually took out the polka dotted knickers and held them up for both to see. Heavy sigh, a shake of her head, and she tucked 'em back into her pocket. "But thank you." When he reached over to touch her hand, she didn't smack him. She didn't yank back. But she did look down at her hand and sort of just stared at it for a long moment. His hand was nice and warm, and he had clean nails... And oh dear god a boy was touching her. It brought her back to reality and she looked up. "Err! Yeah, no, it's fine we can do that when did you want to do that did you want to do that now or should we wait or what would you like to do I don't mind." One long rushed run-on sentence for you, Ryan, because you might as well be talking to Tina Belcher. Butts.
[ Ryan ] "Oh. You already ate?" She came out to see him after she'd already eaten? That made him smile, nice and big. It was good to have a friend. His hand was indeed nice and warm, and he did have clean nails, and the fingers were calloused from playing string instruments, and he smelled like pleasant things like boy-soap and shampoo and potato wedges. He let his hand linger as long as she'd permit it, and when she didn't yank back, he just kept it there and let her spew out her run-on. "Why don't you show me now?" he offered. "I've eaten enough." Ryan was one of those people who ate small amounts, but ate almost non-stop. Kinda like a hummingbird. Like he needed all the fuel to keep his brain moving. This was when he finally withdrew his hand, though it wasn't without...huh, he hadn't meant to do that, to gently drag his fingertips over the back of her hand as he withdrew. Jaycee really was cute, though. Maybe he liked her a bit, though he wasn't exactly banking on much out of her. Jaycee didn't seem like the dating sort of girl. He pulled out his wallet, paid the tab in cash. The wallet wasn't left out in the open for long, but if she looked, she might be able to discern that he wasn't exactly hurting for money. "And if we see a coffee shop while we're out, you owe me, okay?" Ryan stood and put his coat back on, buttoning it up against the night. The black knit cap was pulled free from one of the pockets and settled atop his head. "Too cold out for my American blood," he joked, knowing full well that it wasn't and knowing full well that it was only going to get colder.
[ Jaycee ] Um. ... Okay, so... He's touching her hand... And he's not... Moving it... She sort of stiffened a little bit, but she didn't pull away. To be quite honest, it was the first time any boy other than her brother had touched her hand. "I... O-Okay, is there... I mean... I'd have to think about some of the... More.. Underground things, but is there like... Any of the more... Maybe famous or... Or touristy spots you'd want to g-go..?" The last word was sort of sputtered out because that was when he brushed his nails over the back of her hand. When his hand was pulled all the way away, she shoved her hands back into her hoodie pockets and cleared her throat. "O-Okay," she said, giving him a bit of an awkward grin when he suggested that she pay for a coffee should they find a coffee shop. She pulled out her phone to look at the time. "It's just before eight... The Eye is open for a little bit," she said. "We could go look at that. It's quite lovely at night. Or there's always Westminster Abbey. It's closed right now, but still nice to look at from the outside."
[ Ryan ] That stutter. Ryan caught it and put his hand neatly back in his own lap, and he peered at her, his lower lip caught between his teeth for a fraction of a second. Then his eyes dropped, and he wasn't sure he could look directly at her for a moment or two. Yeah, no, he was good, he'd stare at his empty beer bottle for a couple of minutes, or at the money he had left on the table to pay the tab, or maybe at the table itself. Wow, that was some real quality wood grain. Ahem. "The Eye? Is that the big ferris wheel? You wanna go up on it?" Yeah, sure, Jaycee was going to want to go up on a ferris wheel with a guy she barely met and who has done such scandalous things as touching her hand and offering to buy her dinner. What a skechy sketchball, this Ryan Malone. "I mean, I don't want to just look at a ferris wheel. I want to go up on it, but not alone. So if you're not going to go up on it, let's go to Westminster Abbey." He was already standing off to the side of the booth, and he actually held his hand out again, towards her, to help her out of it. Because seriously. She was tiny. She looked like she'd need a hand getting down. Ryan wasn't even that big of a dude, but he was bigger than she was, by far. "Take your pick, little miss tour guide."
[ Jaycee ] Nice wood grain, wasn't it? Quality European craftsmanship. Jaycee had spent many an evening staring at it before. She nodded when he asked about the Eye. "Yes, it's the big ferris wheel. It's all lit up at night, and there's a whole boardwalk of sorts. It's lovely," she said. But he wanted to go up on it? She paused and looked a little hesitant. "I'm... I'm afraid of heights, but you're... You're not alone. You're sort of in these trolley things instead of just a gondola," she explained. When he offered his hand for her to get out, she debated in her head. It took her a moment, but she reached out to take his hand to help herself down, and then she immediately dropped it so that she could smooth out her hoodie, give it a bit of a tug so it wasn't clingy, and then hike up her jeans because curvy girls have problems finding jeans that don't mess up when you sit down. "So, I guess the Abbey, if you don't want to go up on it. Maybe you can find yourself a pretty little chippy to go up with, yeah?" she said with a bit of a smirk, but it didn't exactly meet her eye. Immediately, she was thinking of Jasper and other girls like her.
[ Ryan ] A pretty little chippy? "What's a chippy?" Ryan inquired, eyeing Jaycee. From context, he could assume it was some kind of a girl, but he wasn't sure what constituted a chippy. Ultimately, though, he shrugged at her suggestion, seeming unimpressed by it. "I'd rather hit up the Abbey." One place that he could lead her was out the door of the Cat, and he held the door for her and the whole nine yards until they were out in the street, London by night. It was a chilly night and although it wasn't raining at the moment, it certainly smelled like it would be soon. He glanced up at the cloudy sky, then at Jaycee. "Hopefully we don't get caught in the rain. Though I figure that's like...that's just what happens here in England, right? It rains pretty much constantly?" No, he was just joking with her there. Though Ryan did hold his arm out to her, he didn't actually expect her to take it, and he let her take the lead in their trek to Westminster Abbey. "So Nottingham. Is that...far? That's Robin Hood country, isn't it?" Okay, so that was kind of humiliating, that his knowledge of English geography and history was so lacking. But he covered it up with another bright smile. "See? Look, I'm a product of the American school system."
[ Jaycee ] "It's a girl. Usually rather, ah..." How should she phrase it so that he would understand it? ... She couldn't put it into words because she didn't know the phrase 'manic pixie dream girl,' so instead she'd do her best impression. She put her finger up to the corner of her mouth. "Tee hee! I'm not very smart, and I like all the boys!" It was, perhaps, the lamest impersonation she could possibly come up with, but she tried, damnit, she tried. "Only, you know, skinny and rather... Slaggy," she replied. He held out his arm for her, and she wasn't... entirely sure what to do... Well, that wasn't true. She knew what to do, but she hadn't done that before. So instead of looping her arm with his, she sort of just... Held onto the crook of his elbow. "It's like you're Mr. Darcy or something," she said, trying to make light of the situation that was going to make her have some sort of heart attack. She started to lead the way over towards the Abbey; it wasn't too far away from where they were (because I said so), but she talked as she walked. "Well, yes, technically. Robin Hood territory. There's that whole song about it in the Disney movie. Though the sheriff doesn't go around stealing farthings from disabled dogs."
[ Ryan ] Oh. Oh! He understood that, and he nodded his head as he realized just what she was talking about. "Oh, we have those back home too. There was this girl in my math class last year who actually announced to the class that she was too pretty to have to learn calculus. Too pretty!" What a dumbass. "I've heard them called like...bimbos, in America. If they're under fifteen or so, they're prostitots." The more you know, Jaycee, the more you know. Once she had her hand on the curve of his arm, which wasn't what he had been hoping for but was better than what he had expected, he let her lead on. "Are you sure that doesn't happen?" Oh, Jaycee, you lucky animal, you got Ryan moving away from you. But it was only so he could walk backwards and look at her in the glow of London's foggy streetlamps. Aw, dammit. Ryan wasn't really the go-for-the-girls-all-the-time sort of guy. Yeah, he could appreciate them when they were cute, but he didn't really stop everything for them. But whatever he saw in Jaycee was, for half a second, enough to make his smile soften. And then it was back to playing the role of the stupid American with his big grin. "So that has to make you Maid Marian, right? And that dude in the coffee shop is obviously Friar Tuck."
[ Jaycee ] Now, Jaycee was not what most people would call gorgeous by any means. She was short and soft. Her thighs touched, and she wasn't toned. She wore clothing to take attention away from her figure, and, well... To take attention away from her completely. She rolled her eyes several times with all the Robin Hood references. "No, you caught us. We've been lying to you this whole time. We are all anthropomorphic animals. I'm a fox, this is just my public fursona," she said, smirking. "You know, Maid Marian is traditionally portrayed as a strong female character and not exactly the damsel that Disney portrayed. She escaped an arranged marriage with her nurse and ran off to Sherwood Forest, and that's where she met Robin Hood. She was not a Lady in Waiting swooning over a stupid boy whilst playing badminton with a giant, brash chicken." Okay, so maybe she secretly loved that movie, but Jaycee was absolutely a feminist. Especially given that there was a, uh... history of male infanticide in her family. Don't fight the patriarchy; just kill them. "What does that make you? Little John, then? Prince John? Are you going to pull on your ear and suck your thumb whilst crying for Mummy?"
[ Ryan ] Ryan almost lost it at the word 'fursona.' "So I guess the internet is a mine field of crazy people in England, too. I don't know why I expected anything else." The history lesson on Maid Marian was kinda interesting, in that it was one of those things that he learned from being around people and experiencing life rather than being crammed in a classroom. Ryan was what you might call nature's student. "So let me get this straight, though. So Marian bails on Nottingham and runs off and she meets this stupid Robin Hood boy?" Jaycee. Girl. You just beyond set yourself up. The Cooper curse was creeping up on you, and it was taking the form of this smirky, skinny American boy. He paused, pulled closer. "Muuummmyyyy," he whimpered, tugging on his ear and sucking on his thumb with the biggest, saddest brown eyes in the universe. A second later, he dropped both hands, looked her dead in the eye, and spoke. Yeah. She'd run, wouldn't she? Ryan was prepared for her to run, actually, and was making a mental note to call her tomorrow and apologize. But Dad always said you never got anywhere without risks. "What, can't I be Robin Hood?" he asked. "Sweep you off your feet and all that crap?" It was like a half-step above Kearny's 'and shit.'
[ Jaycee ] Oh, Jaycee most definitely set herself up and didn't even realize it. ... As Jaycees were wont to do. She laughed pretty hard at his Prince John impression; it was pretty darn spot on, if she did say so herself. But uh. ... She did stop when he stopped and looked her in the eye. Jaycee was very much doe-eyed right now ... If that doe was in the headlights. Wide-eyed and most definitely scared about the possibility of this. Why can't I be Robin Hood? Sweep you off your feet ... and all that crap. Well, dangit. She was going to have to think fast for that one. "B-Because you're not a foxkin, and I doubt you can shoot an arrow, and besides you don't have a band of Merry Men, now, do you?" she asked, actually rather pleased with her answer. She put her hands on her hips and cocked them to the side a bit. Pride in her quick thinking shone through in rarely-seen confidence in the Cooper witch.
[ Ryan ] "Excuse you, Jaycee. I could be foxkin. You don't know. Stop oppressing me." Ryan touched her. It was just a gentle, barely-there prod of his fingertip against her forehead, but he touched her, standing there underneath the streetlights. "Check. Your. Privilege." She hadn't fled, so that was like a green light to push a couple more buttons, wasn't it? Because he leaned closer with each of those three words, and then reeled back so he was too far to be slapped. "You're right, though. I suck at archery and I don't know anybody here other than you. And I guess that Tucker guy." Who kept giving him these weird, knowing sort of looks when he stopped by for his morning coffee. What was with that guy, anyway? "But that's fitting, because Robin Hood and Friar Tuck hung out together. So yes, I'm still Robin Hood, I'm just currently very bad at my job." As they walked and the Abbey came into view, Ryan's eyes went wide, and he actually let out a soft 'ooh.' "Now this is one thing you Brits have over us. We don't have really old buildings with a ton of history. You guys have stuff like...castles! I've never seen a castle."
[ Jaycee ] No, she didn't pull away, but those were certainly some buttons, weren't they? Still high on the rare streak of confidence, when he leaned in, she reached up and covered his face with her splayed hand and gave him a gentle push backwards. "Shhhush, I, as a foxkin, would know another foxkin when I see one," she said, giving him another little push towards the right so that they could turn and head towards the Abbey. She was going to just blow off the whole Robin Hood thing because that wasn't even a possibility she wanted to pursue at the moment. Anyway, here's Wonderw--... Westminster Abbey. She paused and beamed as she watched him go wide-eyed. "Lots of castles," she said. "Maybe one of these days I can show you around Buckingham Palace. They have tours and everything. I remember going on a field trip there during primary school once. It was quite lovely. The staircase, I think, is my favorite. There is also a castle back in Nottingham, which is also quite lovely." Jaycee shoved her hands into the pockers of her jeans rather awkwardly and walked next to him into the courtyard in front of the large church-like building.
[ Ryan ] Dark eyes blinked, lashes tickling fingertips, when Jaycee splayed her hand over his face and nudged him back. It also made him laugh more, like he couldn't stop laughing, like she was just so damn funny. Because she was. She was funny and seemed like a smart one, and oh, Ryan liked smart people. That would be why he wouldn't be picking up any, uh, chippies and taking them up on the Eye. Or giving them the time of day beyond being as polite as was necessary to be a decent human being. Half-human being, whatever. "I'd love to see those. Both of those...I kinda like history. Well, I mean, I kinda like everything. Learning stuff. Not like...in school, but do you ever just get really curious about something and you have to drop everything and go on Wikipedia and learn about it? And then you end up with twenty tabs open in your browser and you have no idea how you got there, but suddenly you know a lot more about, like, unsolved German homicides than you did two hours ago?" Ryan turned to her. Checked to gauge her reaction to his unconventional education methods. With her hands in the pockets of her jeans, Ryan made no attempt to touch her at the moment, though he did keep step alongside her. "What's so cool about the staircase in Buckingham Palace?" His eyes raked over the building. "Where I'm from, we have a replica of the Parthenon. I don't know why." |
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The Czarina
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Posts: 66
writes for: Jade "Jaycee" Cooper (verdantclarity)
writes for: Vivian Kearny (spectreofiife)
writes for: Roman Kerrs (idealdanger)
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Post by The Czarina on Nov 7, 2015 18:59:50 GMT -8
Cast: Jaycee Cooper ( verdant clarity ), Ryan Malone ( quicksilver wit )
Summary: Ryan and Jaycee hang out at the Edlington Organ after hours, and she teaches him how to play spooky Bach Halloween music. They dim the lights and learn about each other -- such as what they really are. Ryan steals Jaycee's first kiss to shut her up and stop being self-depreciating.
TW: None
[ Jaycee ] Last night had been more fun than she had had, well... Ever, really. Jaycee wasn't one that generally got out and had fun ever. She had too many responsibilities riding on her shoulders between her brother, her family, and now the Council. Add school on top of that, what with her college and AP courses mixed in with secondary courses -- it made Jaycee a very dull Jade indeed. Anyway. After staring at her phone for a long period of time while she tried to work up the courage to actually use it, she had invited Ryan to hang out with her on campus. She'd given him thorough instructions on where to go, and since he likely wouldn't know where any of the buildings were, she had told him to meet her on the Green; that she had a surprise for him. And that's where Jaycee stood, jeans and her hoodie, hands shoved into her pockets while she waited for him.
[ Ryan ] A surprise? Yeah, okay, Ryan wanted to see what Jaycee had for him that was a surprise. He picked himself up and headed for this Shepherd University, because...well, it was because he had an acceptance here, wasn't it? One that he intended to defer for a while until he decided whether or not he wanted to stay in London. It was not because he wanted to see Jaycee, right? Yeah, alright, maybe it was also because he wanted to see her. And see what she had for him. It wasn't long before he was trudging his way along the Green looking like some sort of itinerant wannabe rocker. Olive green coat, gray v-neck, ripped jeans, guitar on his back. Because, you see, he was going to show off. Anyway, here's Wonderw--uh, here's Ryan. Spotting Jaycee, he grinned and pulled up alongside her. Greetings? What greetings? There was just a flick of calm browns over her form, the upward tug of his mouth into a grin, and the words, "So what's the surprise?"
[ Jaycee ] Back and forth, back and forth, Jaycee rolled on the balls of her feet while she waited for him. When he came into view, she sort of nibbled on her lower lip before he could see her doing such. The closer he got, the more she grinned, and when he was close enough, she brought out one of her hands and waved. "Hiyas," she said, but she didn't tell him right away. She did note that he brought his guitar, though she didn't comment on it. "I wanna show you something." She approached the building -- which was not too far -- and opened the door, slipping inside and holding the door open behind her for him. Right now, the room was entirely dark, and she was intentionally very quiet, but with a flick of the lights, the whole room lit up to reveal quite the beautiful, decorated organ. "Check it out," she said, her voice no longer a whisper.
[ Ryan ] The greeting seemed appropriate for his greeting, didn't it? Ryan smiled his easygoing smile and let himself be marched along towards the nearby building. "Oh man, you're letting a good-for-nothing non-student like myself onto campus property? Is that a big no-no? Are they gonna kick you out for this?" He did whisper, though. At least until the lights came on, and revealed what they were standing before. The organ. His eyes raked over it, and he turned towards Jaycee. "Can you play that thing?" he immediately asked, as he walked towards it to get a better look. Like hell was he going to try playing it, though. He didn't have enough skill to do it justice, and the resulting cacaphony would surely draw people to investigate. "Are you going to go straight up Night on Bald Mountain on it? Appropriately Halloweeny." Ryan was now standing before the organ, and he turned on his heel to look at Jaycee, wearing his permanent grin.
[ Jaycee ] With the lights on and the door closed, Jaycee unzipped her hoodie, slipped it off her shoulders, and deposited on a chair near the door. Now, Jaycee wasn't exactly wearing a fitted shirt or anything, but she wasn't wearing a super baggy shirt either. It was a sort of three-quarter length sleeved shirt, gray with blue sleeves, almost like a baseball cut. "I don't know; let's find out," she said. Jaycee had never played the organ before, but she was quite good at piano, so it was worth a shot. "C'mon, let's try it," she said, giving the sleeve of his shirt a little tug and letting go. She didn't run to the organ, but she did do a little half skip like a merry little jaunt over to the seat. "Sit, sit," she said, patting the bench beside her. "I know you're not an ivories kind of guy, but maybe you can help me out here," she said. "Or I can show you a few things? And... Maybe you can show me a few things with that?" she said, gesturing towards his guitar.
[ Ryan ] Wow. She was wearing something that didn't look like she was attempting to hide in it. That meant that he could actually see, you know, how she was built, which was absolutely not something that he had been wondering about or anything. Nope. Alright, so he looked. Took a quick glance, filed it away in his memory--no, not the spank bank, in his memory!--and actually decided to try his luck with hugging her when she came in for the sleeve tug. Just a one-armed sort of thing that did pull her into the warmth of his side, but just for a second, and then he let her go do her skip-jaunt. Ryan followed, set down his guitar near the organ, and parked himself down at the bench at her side. "I can try to help, sure, but I mean...I don't play piano. I really don't play giant, ominous piano." So speaking, he gently depressed a randomly selected key in front of him. It made a standard organ-y sound. "Oh, well, apparently I do play the organ. I can play one note." He pushed it again. And again. And then started awkwardly hammering out Chopsticks on the majestic instrument, which was kind of like cooking a gourmet dinner and serving it on paper plates.
[ Jaycee ] Oh. A hug. Well, that was okay, right? It was just a quick one, and she just sort of leaned against him a bit when he pulled her in, but then she was off skip-hopping to the organ. "No, it's okay, I'll show you what to do, yeah?" she said with a little smile on her face and a glance sideways to look at him. When he pushed a random key, she wrinkled her nose and just stared all smooshy face at him. Chopsticks, really. "A start, I suppose," she said, though she had a little bit of a grin on her face. She leaned back a little bit so that she could look under them and at the pedals. "Okay, you're gonna take the two on the right, and just put one foot on each one. I'll tell you which one to push and when. So long as you know the difference between the left and right. Do they teach that in America?" she asked smart-assedly. Once he got his feet situated, she leaned across him to take his hands and manipulate them so that the right fingers were on the right keys. Both hands. And let's be honest, his arm and chest got a feelsky of her own chest because it was seriously in the way always. It wasn't intentional by any means, though. " 'Kay. Ready?" she asked, placing her fingers on the right keys and scooting herself forward on the bench so that her little legs could reach her own pedals.
[ Ryan ] "No. They don't teach us that. When they teach us directions in America, we only learn Freedom and Liberty. This one is Freedom--" he waggled his left hand. "--and the other one is Liberty." He waggled his right. "Yes, of course I know my left from my right." Hands and feet were indeed situated where they needed to be, and he watched her as she got into position, and tried very hard not to think about his arm and side grazing her chest. Nope, let's not think about that. He was here to play music with her, not perv over her like some sort of hormonal teenager. Except Ryan was, in fact, a hormonal teenager. Still, he had something else to focus on. "Yeah. I think I'm ready. What are we playing?" He eyed her from the side, then looked back down at his own hands, poised on keys that he didn't know how to play in the slightest.
[ Jaycee ] Jaycee wasn't even aware of it. Which was really a miracle in its own right because she spent most of her day doing everything to cover herself up and make sure nobody came anywhere near her personal bubble. But right now? Jaycee was just happy that someone was willing to play music with her. It had been something that Ash had offered emptily and left Jaycee feeling about an inch tall. She didn't want to be humored, she wanted to be liked, if even just a little. She snickered at his Liberty and Freedom hand. She placed her hand over his left. "You'd think this one would be Liberty because you can make an L with your thumb and your index finger. Backwards Americans..." She continued to smirk while she said it and pulled her hand away from his. "Alright. When I tell you, you're going to do pinky, middle, pinky. Da, da, da..." she demonstrated the beat. "Then I'll follow up. Once you finish, I'll hop in, and you'll need to use your right pedal. Just keep it down. You'll see what it is," she said with a grin. Okay. "Go."
[ Ryan ] She was touching his hand! SCORE. Okay not really. But kinda score? "Look, I'm a product of the American public school system. No child left behind. What the hell do I know? Nobody teaches us anything back there. I don't know how I'm supposed to live here and function with all you infinitely-smarter Brits." Ryan wasn't dumb. He wasn't 145-IQ-Mr.-North, but he wasn't stupid in the slightest. He was well-educated and clever, if lazy and inattentive in his studies. Ryan was basically just the poster child for the smart kid with ADD. But what he did like to do was play along with Jaycee's verbal jabs and follow them up with stuff that was increasingly inane. With her instructions, he gave a nod and began to play in the appropriate beat. Da, da, da, and prepare to hold down the right pedal. Once he had struck his keys, his eyes landed on the girl at his side, and he smiled in a lopsided kind of way that he had never displayed around Jaycee. She wanted to be liked? Good, because he liked her.
[ Jaycee ] You know that Halloween song? DA NA NAAAAAAAAAA. DA NANANANAAAA NAAAAAAA. Like you just stepped into Dracula's castle? That's what they ended up playing. Only he played the 'da na na' parts, and Jaycee played the other parts. She grinned at him. "Do the same thing with your Liberty hand," she said, and when he did, Jaycee continued with the playing on her side. It didn't go on for very long, but it made her immensely happy. Just that. She pulled her hands away and clapped excitedly, and she even turned to the side to give him a hug. Both arms wrapped around him, pulling his side against her chest. She hugged onto him for a second before letting go when she realized what she was doing. "S-Sorry. I... There was somebody who said he was going to play with me, but I think he was just ... I don't know. That it was a joke to him or something." She shrugged. "Thanks for playing with me," she said, her cheeks taking on that pink tone.
[ Ryan ] Oh yes! Ryan grinned when he realized what they were playing, and he did repeat his initial movements with his, uh, Liberty hand. When she put her arms around him, it was as though he was ready. He responded immediately with his arms coming around her form, pulling her in just a bit more, turning so that he was sort of quarter-facing her rather than sideways. But she pulled away, and his ears were pink, and he scratched the back of his neck subconsciously. "What? No, it's fine, it's...you're fine. Bach, Toccata and Fugue in D Minor. Good choice." See, they did teach him a few things in America! "Wait, somebody did that to you? I'm sorry. Do you want to play something else?" He gestured to his guitar and tried to pretend he wasn't stammering a little bit. "I know lots of stuff, I know some classical pieces."
[ Jaycee ] She saw the tips of his ears pinken and it did make her own cheeks do the same even more. "Yeah, it... It was really stupid," she said with a forced, rather awkward laugh. "I, you know, I was pretty stupid, I guess. I kinda... Liked him, I guess. I don't... Know why, he... He's sort of a jerk and would ignore me, but.. I don't know." She gave a shrug. "He wasn't into someone like me anyway. He liked those, you know... Those really pretty girls. With... With the confidence to just... wear whatever, and usually not much at all... And are out there and just..." She shrugged. "Girls not like me, long story short." She shook her head. "Show me a few things on your guitar," she said, changing the subject. "It doesn't have to be classical. That's what I play on the piano, but it's not everything I listen to. I'm boring, but I'm not that boring," she said with the tiniest hint of a smile.
[ Ryan ] Uh-huh. He watched as she babbled, awkwardly, and ended up gently placing his hands on her shoulders to get her to stop talking a mile a minute. "Hey. Whatever. Stop that. You're pretty. You're pretty and I'm sorry he blew you off like that and that was mean and unfair of him." And she was still fucking going. Ryan watched and listened, and he was left with the option of playing guitar for her or...or doing this stupid thing that he was going to do, the thing where he leaned in, very quickly, and kissed her. It was not a kiss for the ages, let me tell you. It was a barely-there, nanosecond brush of his lips against hers, and then he was pulling back and clearing his throat and speaking. "Uh, yeah! Yeah, sure, I can...I can play. You're not boring." His voice had cracked somewhere in there, like he was back in puberty all over again. Ryan scrambled off the bench, looked rather apologetic, and reached for his guitar case. It was opened, the guitar pulled free, and he sat down on the floor rather than the bench again. Facing her. But not quite looking at her, because the rest of his face was pink as he tuned the instrument. "What kind of music do you like other than classical?"
[ Jaycee ] ... Well, that shut her right up. She had been babbling, trying to explain things and doing a horrible job at it when in came Ryan stealing her first kiss. Her babbling seized right up, and her eyes opened wide like a deer in the headlights. She was too stunned to slap him, so he was in luck here. Now, if he wanted her stammering to stop, that was probably the wrong thing to do, because like hell Jaycee was going to be able to form a complete sentence for the next few minutes. Her mouth opened, and she took in a deep breath like she was going to say something; she even brought her hand up, index finger in the air. ... But there were no words that came out of her mouth. She pursed her lips together and dropped her hands into her lap to clear her throat. "I-ee...." she drew out the long syllable and had to clear her throat again. "Wh-... Why did you.... do that?" she asked, though she didn't seem mad? Instead, she was sort of awkwardly working her way off the bench and moving to sit cross-legged next to him on the floor.
[ Ryan ] What do you mean, it wasn't the right thing to do to make her stop? Because she did stop. She stopped for a whole minute, and Ryan worked his fingers over the guitar's neck. It really did not need to be tuned much. He'd been playing it just a few hours earlier, on the little stage at Joe's. Earned a bit of cash out of it, too, and an offer to join Tucker on open mic night for some sort of dueling guitars vague concept. That was neither here nor there, though. Not right now. "Be...cause...I..." Ryan faltered really badly. "I, um...think you're pretty and I think somebody should kiss you? No, wait, it's not...it's not charity, it's because I wanted to. Um." He strummed the guitar, played a couple chords to give his fingers something to do. "Look, I just...I wanted to do it so I did it, I don't know, I don't...I don't know what I'm doing anyway here's Wonderwall." Yes, he actually did that, and played the first few bars of it before stopping and smiling awkwardly. "Should I, um, should I not do it again?"
[ Jaycee ] This wasn't going to turn into a jam session anymore. Jaycee wasn't interested in the guitar lesson. Even if Wonderwall was on the table. She just sort of watched him, her heterochromatic eyes filled with a combination of intrigue, fear, and suspicion. But he seemed to be just as awkward at this, too. It was... Odd. Now, it had been just a brief exchange, but she could still feel the slight brush against her lips, and her brain replayed it over and over again. "I don't know," she said in reply to his question. Should he not do it again? Part of her said no, definitely not, don't even go down that road. The other part of her was curious and wanted to explore that road. It was a non-committal answer, she knew, but she didn't have any better answer for him. "You... Don't even know me..." she said quietly. Was this about to become a getting-to-know you session? Mun thinks yes.
[ Ryan ] There was a small shrug of one shoulder while he strummed, while those keen eyes observed her. "I...well, I could know you, if you'd...tell me...about you. You can ask me stuff about me. I'll tell you whatever you wanna know." Ryan was not really a man of secrets, and Jaycee was already aware of his only one. Well. Kind of. She knew what she could do. She didn't know how he had that ability. But while it was indeed about to become a getting to know you session, it was also going to be a jam session, at least on his end. Because he was still playing. A jaunty acoustic melody, something that was pretty easy to do while he focused on talking. He sang a bit, too, under his breath. Just the first few lines. "When Rome's in ruins, we are the lions free of the colisseum..." And then he stopped, watching her while he kept playing. At least a grin made its way through, lopsided and awkward and hopefully somewhat endearing.
[ Jaycee ] She thought about his proposition. She could ask him anything, and he'd answer her. "You can... You can ask stuff, too," she said. She had been sitting cross-legged, but she scooted over so that she was sitting across from him, her knees pulled up to her chest. She felt a little vulnerable, so time to close up a bit, at least physically. Now, she knew that jaunty number he was playing, so when he stopped singing, she continued. "...In poison places, we are anti-venom; we're the beginning of the end." His grin was, indeed, endearing, and she gave him a shy smile in return. "Okay," she started, hugging her knees a little tighter to her chest. "What are you?" she asked. Yes, she knew what he could do, but she didn't know why or how or what.
[ Ryan ] Ryan followed. "Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds, and it's all over now, before it has begun." But he stopped, rather than letting Jaycee fill in the next line, and his hands stilled on the instrument. "Ah. Well. Okay. Um, yeah, about that..." He tapped digits on the guitar in the rhythm to the song, like he had stopped but hadn't actually stopped at all, like the song was still playing in his head. It probably was. "You're...you're not going to believe me, and I guess that's okay. Here. C'mere." Ryan squirmed as he pulled his phone from his back pocket. Swipe swipe, photos, swipe. What he showed her was a picture of his family. "So. That's my half-brother, Chris, twenty-one and an absolute ass and he's going to owe me money in a year when I prove I can live in a foreign country for a year. We made a bet. And the lady with the dark hair behind us is my mom. And the guy..." Well, it was obviously his father because he had the same shrewd eyes as his son. "That's Dad. Um. He's Hermes. Like. The god, Hermes." And he waited for her to laugh.
[ Jaycee ] We've already won. Jaycee liked that song. It was not necessarily what she listened to on the regular, but it had come across her Pandora station a time or two, and she'd thumb-upped it. "You might be surprised," she said when he let her know that she wasn't going to believe him. C'mere. That meant that Jaycee scooted her bottom on over next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder hesitantly while she looked at his phone, and then his picture. She smiled a little as he explained who everybody in the picture was. ... And then his dad. Hermes. Hermes. She kept her face rather unreadable while she pondered it. It wasn't that far fetched. She'd met people who had ties to divinity before; this was no different. When she finally spoke, she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, then replied. "You have his eyes," she said, taking her head off his shoulder and turning to look at him. She gave him another little shy smile.
[ Ryan ] That moment strung tight between the two teenagers, and Ryan waited to be told he was full of shit, because that was what most people had done to him since he found out the truth of his father. Instead, she just...indulged him, and that made him blink in surprise. "Uh." Good job, Ryan, try again. "Yeah, I've...heard that..." She had her head on his shoulder and he tried not to freak the hell out about it because what the hell did he do now? He'd never really dated. It just hadn't been an important issue for him, pursuing a girl. He'd been busy with other stuff. So he sort of just let her hang out there and fidgeted with his phone. "So you don't think I'm full of shit? That's a nice change. What are you? I told you what I am. Now it's your turn. How do you make lights happen? You're not related to Hermes, are you?" Ugh, that would be a huge disappointment. Finally meet a cute girl who you're interested in, and she turns out to be your half-sister or something.
[ Jaycee ] "No, I don't think you're full of it," she said. "The way you presented it... Why would you preface your reveal with a warning like that and then lie about it? Besides, I have seen what you can do, so clearly you're something supernatural." If one was going to lie and boast about what they were, they were going to own that lie, not fumble with it. "I always pictured Hermes with blonde hair. I don't know why," she said, smiling a little bit. She had taken her head off his shoulder so that she could look at him. "I'm a witch," she explained. "Not, you know, the green, hook-nosed things you see in fictional stories. But my family is my Coven, and we can all manipulate light." She made the lights brighter for a moment before dimming them, dimmer than they were before. Mood lighting? ... Sort of. Mostly, it was just that she wanted to be able to talk freely, and the less she could see, the easier it would be to do so. "My whole family... We have a silly naming system. We're all named after jewels of some sort."
[ Ryan ] Hermes was indeed a dark-haired man, with dark eyes and a jovial face. He had his arm around Ryan's mom. She was smiling up at him. Obviously Daddy had stuck around, or at least he tried to, as much as a god ever did. "He's a badass with technology. He makes what I can do look like small change. When the iPhone 6S came out, he bought one for me, one for himself, one for Chris, one for Mom, and one to take apart for grins. I watched him sit at the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine and spend half the night just dismantling it. He kept popping up and yelling at my mom to come see what he'd discovered." It was a fun memory, and he smirked at it, but soon moved on to the topic of what she was. A witch? Now that was interesting. "Oh, so you're one of the hot witches." The guitar was ignored for now, and he set it down in the case again so he could put an arm loosely around Jaycee. Very loosely, leaving her free to pull away if she wanted. "That's cool...so, um, what kind of gem is a Jaycee?" And he threw in, "My family is just named after whatever, I guess."
[ Jaycee ] She smiled as she listened to him recall the story of his parents. About his dad. She had memories with hers, but she wasn't supposed to. She would never be able to share her family memories with anyone, especially an outsider. Especially a male outsider. One of the hot witches. She scoffed a small laugh. "No, you're thinking of the Lyonses," she said. "Though, I suppose in comparison to the Wicked Witch of the West, I might be considered a goddess. Comparitively. But then again, so is my Literature professor." She was glad for the dimmed lights when he draped his arm around her, but the sheltered witch didn't pull away. "It's a nickname. My initials, actually. My real name is Jade. My last name is Cooper. J. C. Jaycee." She gave a little shrug.
[ Ryan ] His arm didn't leave her, then. He pulled her tighter to him in the dim light, and turned to face her now, while they spoke. "You're like your own personal dimmer," he remarked. "Can you do like...laser light shows or disco ball effects? That'd be cool." Because he had to inject a little playfulness into this. If he didn't, he'd focus on how tight his throat felt and how awkward he was and how she was kinda...soft and smelled nice and whatever. "I don't know any of the Lyonses," was his reply. "Are they the hot witches? I think you're a hot witch." She hadn't asked, but Ryan gave his name in full. "Ryan Malone. I'm eighteen, I'm not sure what I want to do with my life, I have an apartment--sorry, a flat--overlooking the Thames, and I think you're neat. So that's it, that's me, I guess. Oh, yeah, and the whole...son of Hermes thing. The, uh, the term is demigod, but I don't like using it. It sounds really stupid." So there they were. The witch and the demigod. The demigod decided to try his hand at kissing the witch again, in fact, and this time he didn't pull away quite as fast, but it was still really short. Like he had to psych himself up to do it.
[ Jaycee ] "I could," she said quietly, like they were sharing some secret here in the organ room. Like any sort of loudness would destroy that secret. "I wouldn't want to give you a seizure in case you have undiagnosed epilepsy," she said. She blushed again, and brought up a hand to nervously brush some hair behind her ear. "...Thank you," she said, accepting the compliment even if she didn't agree with it. Ryan Malone certainly did have an odd taste in women. She would have to agree that the word 'demigod' sounded rather silly, but instead, that silly-sounding demigod was leaning in to press another kiss to her mouth. One that she wasn't quite so taken aback by. Her eyes fell closed, and this time she actually kissed him in return, gently. He might feel a slight tremble in her lip, but after the short moment, she bit her own bottom lip, still keeping her forehead close to his. She had a confession to make. And she did so in a whisper. "Back on the bench. ... That was my first kiss."
[ Ryan ] "But then we could have our own disco." Ryan whispered it back, like it was the world's biggest secret, personal discos. When she didn't pull away during the kiss, he took that as a sign of encouragement, and there was a tiny grin on his face when he rested his forehead against hers. Yeah, okay, London was kinda awesome. Huge city to explore, lots of possibilities, cute witch girls. Consider Ryan pretty sold. He'd have to try to find an actual, legitimate job here or something, instead of just leeching money off his dad, even though a god could afford to keep him in the lap of luxury indefinitely. But then he'd just be another spoiled rich kid. Gross. "If I'd known that was your first kiss," he whispered in response, "maybe I wouldn't have sucked at it so bad. Kinda feel like it was a bit of a let-down for you." It was followed by a downwards flicker of his eyes as he pulled back enough to look at her. "...Yeah. It was mine, too. I wanted it to be all like...sweep you off your feet and make you foot-pop and stuff, but um...that...kinda...I don't know, am I supposed to stick my tongue in your mouth or something?" Oh great, this was just the blind leading the blind.
[ Jaycee ] "NO."
[ Ryan ] He stuck his tongue out and swabbed the air with it in the grossest fashion he could think of. Deliberately.
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The Czarina
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writes for: Jade "Jaycee" Cooper (verdantclarity)
writes for: Vivian Kearny (spectreofiife)
writes for: Roman Kerrs (idealdanger)
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Post by The Czarina on Nov 7, 2015 19:02:05 GMT -8
Cast: Jaycee Cooper ( verdant clarity ), Ryan Malone ( quicksilver wit ) Summary: Ryan and Jaycee have a not-date back at her dorm room. They put Disney's Robin Hood on Netflix, and a popcorn fight leads to an awkward sexual awakening for the teens when Ryan manages to get halfway to second base. TW: Slightly NSFW
[ Ryan ] The Edlington organ was going to become his and Jaycee's little spot at this rate. You know. Their spot. The place they went after hours when all was dark and silent and the only people who would be in there would most likely be other students. But that was where Ryan had told her to meet him tonight, late. Could he get in? Well, whenever it was that Jaycee decided to roll in, she'd find him waiting for her, but not within the room itself. No, he was stationed outside in a brown hoodie and a pair of jeans, hunched down over the door's lock. In his digits he was fumbling with something, an unbent paper clip, one of the big thick ones that's coated in brightly colored plastic. Green. He was wiggling it about in the lock, dark eyes intensely focused on the matter at hand. Apparently casual pickpocketry wasn't something that particularly phased Jaycee's new friend. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to take anything or do anything wrong. He was just here to hang out with the Cooper witch and play some music and maybe try to kiss her a little better now that he'd looked up some info on the internet about how to get better at it. At least he wasn't practicing on his pillow or his hand or anything. Considering how focused he was on the pickpocketing, he didn't hear or notice Jaycee's approach. Have fun scaring the piss out of him.
[ Jaycee ] And honestly, Ryan is feeling really attacked right now. Ahem. Anyway. Jaycee was careful about texting Ryan over the last two days, making sure she wasn't always the first one to do so. She didn't need to look or sound desperate, and it felt good to know that he was thinking about her, too. Now, though, he'd told her to meet him at the Edlington Organ. ... Okay. She was unsure how he was going to get inside, but that was part of the surprise, she supposed. Well, the surprise she had made up in her head because it wasn't like he'd used those exact words. It was cool and not cold -- and thankfully not raining -- which meant Jaycee was decked out in dark blue skinny jeans tucked into nearly-knee-high brown boots. Her shirt was a dark purple tank top -- fitted but not slutty -- and she wore a three-quarter-length sleeve cardigan. One of those half-cardigans that only went down to mid back and had 'tails' almost that came to either side. It was white and dark blue striped. Her boots made very little noise in the grass as she approached the form hunkered down in front of the building that had been abandoned for the weekend. She stood and watched him for a long while before speaking up, hands on her hips. "...Really?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
[ Ryan ] The paperclip fell to the ground, Ryan's fingers going lax when Jaycee's voice startled him out of his thoughts. He whirled about, hands up in an I'm-totally-innocent gesture (and a lie), and then he recognized her. Hands lowering, he laughed, a bit awkwardly. "Yeah, well, uh, I..." He tipped his head towards the door. "I didn't really expect to have to pick the lock." It was one of those not-truth not-lies. He hadn't expected to have to pick the lock, but he had figured that it was a possibility and that was why he had brought the paper clip and had been prepared to make the attempt. "So, plan B? Or do you want me to keep trying to break in? We'd probably need some better tools." Which he had. He had them right there in his guitar case, actually, which was at his feet. For now, though, he stood before Jaycee and admired her. She looked cute. It brought a tiny, shy smile to his face, and he stepped forward, approaching her. "Hey. Um. Can I...?" But Ryan didn't finish his sentence, because he is not a smooth operator. He just leaned in and bumped his mouth against hers in another one of those awkward, clumsy kisses. It was a little less awkward than before, though, and it ended with his nose brushing against hers when he pulled away. Thanks, Google!
[ Jaycee ] Oh, Ryan. When he freaked out, she giggled and covered her mouth to stiffle it. "You're so suave," she said, and she sort of bit upon her lower lip for a moment while she looked at him looking like some sort of adorable hoodlum. She didn't pull away when he leaned in, but she turned her head to the same side as him ... which wouldn't work. Then when he switched, so did she. Finally, third time's a charm, and they managed to get a quick kiss in before he nuzzled her nose momentarily. "I'm thinking maybe plan B unless you had something planned? Breaking in doesn't sound like a good way for me to graduate proper." She smirked and sort of awkwardly tucked her thumbs in her belt loops. "We... Could go somewhere? Or hang out out here? It's not too cold... If we go somewhere, we can stop by my dorm right quick so you can put up your guitar; I don't imagine you want to carry it around. I don't care what we do. I just wanna hang out with you," she said a little shyly, fidgeting.
[ Ryan ] Adorable hoodlum, that was Ryan! The hood was down, his hair was under a gray knit cap, and he was wearing that awkward smile like this season's hottest fashion accessory. "I didn't have plans," he softly admitted. "I just..." Jaycee had said it first. She just wanted to hang out with him, and he just wanted to hang out with her. "Is there somewhere you'd like to go? And yeah, I should...I should probably put my guitar in your room so I don't have to, um, carry it." He was going to a girl's room oh god oh god oh god. He was going to a pretty girl's room. He was going to the room of a pretty girl who had let him kiss her, several times, and seemed to want him to keep doing it, which he was happy to do. One hand grabbed the guitar case at his feet. The other reached out towards her. Fingers outstretched, a hopeful smile on his face. He looked a bit like Aladdin trying to get Jasmine to hop onto the carpet with him, but he was asking for something far less mystical. Just her hand in his own. "Lead the way. Would you believe I've never been in a girl's room before?" Yeah, Ryan, she probably would. You were not even remotely suave.
[ Jaycee ] Netflix and chill? ... Only it would probably really be that because Jaycee was unaware of the connotations that went with that. Poor sheltered little Jaycee. "Okay, let's do that and we can figure out what we want to do from there, yeah?" She smiled and started to turn towards the dorm, and he... Held his hand out towards her. She paused for a moment, but then smiled and reached out to take his hand. Now. This was not something that Jaycee did very often. ... Or... Ever. She held his hand the way a parent and a child might hold hands, palms cupped together. Not fingers intertwined. She was glad that it was dark outside, because her cheeks were already turning pink. "I've never had a boy in my room before. Or. ... Held... hands..." she sort of looked between them to their hands, and then looked up and sidelong at him. She gave him an awkward little smile and trudged them through the grass on the Green. "Is there... somewhere you'd like to go? Or do... Do you wanna stay in? We could watch a movie. I have Netflix!" she piped. Oh yes. Guarded and sheltered. She needed to turn the direction that he was from her (left or right, dunno!), and she sort of nudged him with her body. "This way."
[ Ryan ] Netflix and chill. Oh dear lord. Ryan did not know thing one about how to do the thing with his thing in her thing, and if things went down that path, he'd probably get too nervous to enjoy it. The thought of being alone with Jaycee in her home was enough to send his heartbeat just a bit quicker. She was so...pretty. And stuff. When she held his hand, he was apparently the one to think of lacing his fingers through hers. "I think you're supposed to hold them like this," he pointed out, giving her hand the tiniest of squeezes. And then she said it. They could watch Netflix. His eyes, the color of undoctored coffee, widened, and his brows raised. The smile that he gave was painfully shy, but simultaneously hopeful. While the idea of having sex kinda frightened him--what if he couldn't give her the awesomely seducive experience of a lifetime?--the idea of maybe kinda making out a bit wasn't a bad one. And watching Netflix. On her couch. With her. Close. Yeah. He liked that. "We can watch Netflix and, um...chill?" Sometimes when Ryan was nervous, the eighteen year old's voice cracked like he was revisiting puberty all over again, and this was one of those moments. Nudge, nudge. This way. His hand slipped out of hers so he could instead, timidly, wrap his arm around her waist as he moved in the indicated direction, sideways. Shuffle shuffle. "So, like this?" he asked. "Or like, um, this?" Ryan did try to pick her up, but he was kind of a weedy little dude and she was curvy and voluptuous, so all he really managed was to lift her feet a couple inches off the ground for a few seconds.
[ Jaycee ] "Oh." That was all that came out of her mouth when he tangled their fingers together. ... That felt nice, she thought, and she returned the little squeeze to his hand. Her thumb even subconsciously gave his hand a little stroke. She was unsure why he got so weirded out and nervous when she mentioned Netflix. "And chill, yeah, that would be good, right?" Confusion. Maybe, just maybe, he didn't want to hang out with her. "I mean, we don't have to? We can do something else if you don't want to," she said. Well, that was surely gonna be an awkward realization for the both of them, wasn't it? When he put his arm around her waist, she squeaked and shrieked, but in a playful way, because it was interspersed with giggles and the fact that she sort of turned in towards him so that she could wrap her arms around his neck for stability. She didn't want to fall down! So instead, she clung to him for support while he sort of awkwardly picked her up but didn't. "You're going to break your back!" she said, self-depreciatingly joking. But, you know. When he stopped trying to pick her up, she found herself more in front of him, facing him, with her arms around his neck, and perhaps the closest she'd been to him. There was very little room for Jesus. Hips weren't pushed together? But chests were. And she found herself face to face with him. Her heart pounded, she nervously nibbled on her lip, and then leaned in to instigate a kiss.
[ Ryan ] Did Jesus really have any room here to begin with? Jaycee was a witch, and Ryan was the son of a pagan god. Jesus was not invited to this party no matter how much space was between their bodies. Which wasn't a lot. There didn't need to be. Ryan swallowed a little too heavily, smiled the smile of the hopelessly hooked, and met her kiss. Okay, this is your moment of truth. Do what you read about on the internet. So when Jaycee actually leaned in for the kiss, he met her with a little more skill than what he had displayed thus far. And he let his lips linger on hers--good job, Ryan! Have a cookie. Except instead of a cookie, he gently parted his lips. It was going to be a first for the both of them, and he wanted to make it amazing, with that idealism of youth that exists before you realize that nobody knows what the fuck they're doing and your first time is going to be an utter disaster. So uh. What was she going to do here? Open her mouth too? So he could like...put his tongue in there or something? For that matter, what the hell was he supposed to do with his hands? He put them on her hips because that was the only place he could think to rest them. Oh man, kissing was hard. But she smelled so nice that he didn't mind the pause while they figured out how to do literally anything. It was the blind leading the blind. But hey, at least Ryan had seen porn and his brother had told him some stuff. He had that advantage over Jaycee, but let's be real. Porn didn't exactly teach you how to pleasantly have sex with a girl you were into. It taught you how to pull hair and grunt a lot and ask YEEAAAH YOU LIKE THAT BITCH over and over again.
[ Jaycee ] Yeah, it was most definitely the blind leading the blind, but Jaycee was a little more blind that he was. She knew about sex, of course, but it was more of a... utilitarian definition. It was never for fun in her family. And that included kissing. She had no idea how to 'french kiss' at all. And as far as she was concerned? She didn't need to? She leaned in a bit, into their kiss, and yeah, her lips parted a bit, but it wasn't like insert tongue a into mouth b. Jaycee pulled away, smiling shyly. "Let's go," she said, gently pulling out of his arms and slipping her hand into his again. Maybe it wasn't Ryan's turn to shine quite yet. "We're almost there." It wasn't very far to get to the dorms, and considering there hasn't been any sort of room assignments, Jaycee has her own room, thank you very much. At her door, she pulled away completely and dug her key out of her pocket. Unlock, open, and gesture him in with a flourish. "Ta da. I guess." It was like a tiny one-bedroom flat, just above a studio. "You can put your guitar anywhere, I guess." She closed the door and stood there awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. "Do you... Want some water...? Or... milk or something...?" Milk. Really.
[ Ryan ] Okay, so she parted her lips and that was a good move. Ryan even moved one hand! Settled it right on the small of her back, fingers chastely kept well above the downright alluring swell of her rear. The pull back was slow, or at least slow for him, and he pressed a kiss to her cheek before letting her lead him off to...to her room. Oh. Wow. To her room. He traipsed along directly behind her, staying close, until they were in her little one-bedroom domicile. It wasn't unlike his own, actually, and he looked about, standing in the doorway before stepping within. Um. Yeah. She didn't know how to proceed and neither did he. So he ended up setting his guitar against a wall and moving over to stand with Jaycee like some sort of a complete moron. "Um." Water? Milk? Milk, Jaycee? It made him smile. "You got any, um..." Beer? Wine? She was too young for that, wasn't she? He was barely legal to drink himself. "Soda?" he finished. "Hey, um...I could order us a pizza or something. We could make this like...a..." Spit out the word, Malone. You can do it. "Date." It was as though once he had started to touch her, he just couldn't stop, and he reached out to drift his hand down her side. "You can turn down the lights with your fancy dimmer powers, and I can tell Netflix we do want to watch the next episode without having to find the remote. Sounds like a date to me."
[ Jaycee ] If you looked up awkward in the dictionary, you just might find a picture of these two innocent idiots. "I think I might have a can," she said. She smiled kinda stupidly when he touched her side. It was just... Nice. It felt nice. He felt nice. Nice. She started to step forward to get him a can when he ... Said the d word. She stopped in her tracks and turned towards him. Now, while she wanted pizza and dimmed lights and snuggling, the title given to it wasn't okay. "...I don't date American boys," she said, her voice a little hesitant. She could have stopped after the first three words, but she offered him an apologetic little smile. "...But I can get American boys sodas, so give me one sec. Um. Just... Just sit down and get comfortable, I guess?" she said, scratching at the back of her head awkwardly before hurriedly shuffling into the kitchenette. She opened the fridge and proceeded to hide behind the door while she thought about this. Date. Datedatedate. Did she want to date him? Oh, yes she did. But she wasn't supposed to. That's... That's not what Coopers did. But it... It was what her mother had done. She was torn. What to do what to do. She was seriously in the fridge for a good three minutes before she realized it, and she snagged a can of Pepsi to bring over to him. "This okay?"
[ Ryan ] Ryan had this ridiculous doe-eyed look that was completely out of place on anything that identified as male, and he gave it to her when she said she didn't date American boys, all big browns and raised eyebrows and slightly downturned mouth. It lasted for half a second, and was replaced with a grin. "So you don't date American boys, but you let them kiss you? Good enough for me, I guess." Look, whatever label you slapped on this, it really was a date. Instructed to sit, he did so...and he found himself waiting an awfully long time for a soda. Did she have to go out to the local bottling plant to get it? It left him time to fidget with his phone, to field a text from his father--oh boy, his dad was in town. Which was nice, yeah, but he quickly told him that he didn't have time to meet him tonight and maybe they could get together sometime over the weekend. Sorry, Dad, but pretty girls got priority right now. And then there was a Pepsi being thrust at him. He took it, but looked at Jaycee rather than what he'd been handed. "Yeah," Ryan said, a little quiet. "It's just fine." He patted the couch beside him. "Sit. I mean, if you can deign to sit next to an American. I realize I might get my eau de cheeseburger and my freedom all up on you if we get too close." It seemed like it was going to take more than a comment about not dating Americans to make Ryan go away.
[ Jaycee ] Oh, she didn't want Ryan to go away by any means! No, no, anything but. But this wasn't a date. She wasn't dating him. And he most certainly wasn't her boyfriend. Coopers didn't do that. They had genetic donors, and that was it. And then the genetic donors disappeared mysteriously, and nobody asked questions. "Okay, good," she said in regards to the Pepsi being okay. Before she sat down, though, she slipped off her cardigan so that she was just in her tank top on her upper half. It had thick straps -- two inches -- and it wasn't low-cut or anything -- sorry, Ryan -- but it was more fitted than anything she'd worn around him thus far, and it definitely showed that her waist did narrow; she wasn't a giant lump of sweater fluff. Jaycee took his invitation to sit and cozied herself up right next to him. Then stood up quickly. "Oh wait! Wait, wait. We're missing something, hold on." Those brown boots carried Jaycee away in a skitter towards the kitchen where she began scavenging through things to find what she was looking for. ... No, no explanation for poor Ryan.
[ Ryan ] Boyfriend was stretching it, but come on, Jaycee. This was a date! There was going to be kissing. Ryan was going to make sure there was going to be kissing. Maybe he'd even try to touch her in a way that was more than a ginger brush of his fingers over her hip or her back. Nothing inappropriate, oh no, but maybe a bit of, y'know, hair-petting and knee-touching. Aw yeah, things were getting steamy in Turner Hall tonight amirite? It was hard for him to keep his eyes off her when she took off her cardigan, and the second she was seated beside him, he curled his arm around her so she was right up against him, hip to hip. "So what do you want to wa--" And she was right back up again. Ryan stared for a minute, shrugged, and got to work taking off his hoodie. Underneath was nothing fancy. It was a t-shirt. AFI, because apparently Ryan sometimes lived in 2006, even though he was just a tiny kid back then. Maybe he was just into vintage emo. "So, uh, what did you, um...forget?" Did it have to do with this whole Netflix and chill thing? Oh my god, was she getting a condom?! Good thing he saw his health teacher put one on a cucumber once!
[ Jaycee ] ... A condom?! No! She really did want to watch Netflix and chill on the couch with him. No other connotations here! She was going to be mortified when she found out what 'Netflix and chill' actually meant. He'd hear her rummaging around in the kitchen, and then the sound of cellophane unwrapping... Then the microwave. Beep beep beep, start! ... It would only be about thirty seconds before he'd figure it out if he didn't already. Pop.... pop pop... poppoppop! Jaycee was making popcorn! She stayed close by the microwave so that she wouldn't accidentally burn it, and once it was done, she pulled it out and poured it into a large bowl. She grabbed herself a glass of sparkling water and headed back to the couch. "Okay, now we're ready," she said. Her water was set on the coffee table, and she set the bowl of popcorn between them, resting halfway on her thigh and halfway on his thigh. She grinned at him, snagged a few kernels, and popped them in her mouth before resting her head on his shoulder. "What should we watch?"
[ Ryan ] Well, the popping noise certainly didn't herald the arrival of a condom. Nor did the scent of buttery goodness. "So that's a thing that you do over here in England too, huh?" he asked when Jaycee returned with the big bowl for them to share. "I heard that they started serving popcorn in American theaters during the Great Depression because it was a cheap snack that would entice people in." Of course the son of Hermes would be a repository of useless facts. With that pretty dark head on his shoulders, he leaned his head against her own for a moment, tilting his head, burying his nose in her hair. What the fuck. She was so stupidly perfect. They didn't make them like this back home, Ryan thought. "What sort of stuff are you into watching?" he asked. While he spoke, however, his hand was moving. No, don't worry, Jaycee, he's not going to feel you up right now. There were flicks of blue coming off his fingers, though, and they arced towards the TV. They connected to it and the Netflix machine (tm) below, and he began to wiggle his digits like he was a puppetmaster. The TV flicked on. So did the Netflix machine. All without him even needing to look, because he could feel that what he was doing was right. Televisions were small time technomancy. It was when you got to the smaller, newer stuff that you really had to think. He'd repaired a Fitbit once. That had been an experience. Ryan inhaled slightly, caught the scent of her hair again, and gave a squirm that was even more awkward than his standard.
[ Jaycee ] No, there wasn't a buttery, popping condom coming his way. It was an innocent bowl of popcorn because Jaycee was here for actual Netflix and actual chill. "Well, it managed to make it overseas, I s'pose," she said, smirking a little bit at his weird bits and pieces of knowledge. The grin turned into a kind of stupid smile when she felt him sort of nuzzle into her hair and smell her; it was cute. "I don't care," she said. "Let's see what it suggests, yeah?" Of course it would be suggesting Disney's Robin Hood when he flicked through the queue. While he did his little finger thing with the tv and Netflix box, Jaycee dimmed the lights while she snuggled up a little bit more into his side. "I like not having to move to get the remote or fix the glare on the screen," she said, turning her head so that her chin was at the edge of his shoulder and she was facing him. She did, however, reach down, grab a few pieces of popcorn and place it atop his mop of brown with a grin. Just because. He made her feel silly... Which, for Jaycee? Was something different.
[ Ryan ] The main focus, for Ryan, was on trying to get rid of the awkward boner. No, no, dammit penis stop doing that right now, we're trying to have a nice time! He bit his bottom lip and he thought about boring stuff, like sitting in a classroom and learning about Western civilization, or like the job applications he was going to spend the weekend filling out so he didn't have to rely on his father's money. But all he could see was Jaycee, and all he could feel was the warmth of her snuggling into his side. Focus on other things, he told himself, and those strands of blue-white electricity flickered briefly out. He could always grab her and kiss her, he supposed, but that would be uncouth, and besides, he'd have no idea what he was doing anyway. Instead, he trailed his fingertips over her cheek while she placed popcorn atop his head. "I don't eat through my head," he muttered, not without a gentle laugh. The trace of electricity that still lingered on his fingertips provided a gentle tingle against her skin, the faintest buzz of energy, before he pulled them away and got to work on the Netflix box again. He was going to pick for her, dammit, and he chose Robin Hood without a second thought, and with a bit of singing. "Every town...has its ups and downs...sometimes the ups...out number the downs..." And he leaned in close, until his nose was right up against her nose and he had a shit-eating grin on his face. "But not in Nottingham."
[ Jaycee ] Yeah, it was a good thing that Jaycee was even more of an innocent, because she had zero idea what any of that squirming was about. She figured he was just trying to get comfortable. And, while technically that's what he was doing, she didn't know it had to do with some unruly genitals. Yeah, it was probably a good thing he didn't just grab her and kiss her, because she wasn't sure what to do with that. Instead, she sort of shrugged her shoulder up towards her cheek when he tickled her with the buzz of energy. "That tickles," she murmured, burying her face in his neck for a moment, her eyelashes tickling his skin in return. But then he was singing her Not in Nottingham, and she grinned at him. There was a moment of pause, with their faces just an inch apart, but Jaycee... Jaycee had other plans. She reached up and shoved a handful of popcorn against his mouth. "Oodelally," she said, pulling away in case he decided to get back at her immediately.
[ Ryan ] He could have kissed her right then. In fact, considering he tilted his head to the left, that was probably what he was about to do. They were so close. So, so close. His lips parted. Do it, Ryan, do it! He inhaled her oxygen and then almost inhaled her popcorn, which shot brown eyes wide as they could go. He reeled back, choked slightly, and managed to get the popcorn chewed and swallowed and down the right pipe. But he wasn't done with her, oh no. A deft hand reached into the popcorn as the movie began to play, and he seized several pieces of popcorn. Each one was pelted in her general direction, individually. "This is war, Cooper!" he cried, snatching a second handful, and then he was a body in motion. One hand was placed on the back of the couch, and he used it to vault himself over the back of it. There was a flash of a dark head of hair on the arm of the couch closest to Jaycee, and then suddenly he was there, popping up behind it, one arm wrapping around her shoulder. This did put his hand precariously close to the most amazing pair of breasts he had ever ogled in his life. Granted, he hadn't ogled a lot of them. But he was being such a good boy, not dipping so much as a pinkie down below acceptable PG territory. "Ha! I've captured you!" Popcorn went to Jaycee's mouth, and then his newly freed hand, in the shape of a gun, was held to her temple. "Your popcorn or your life."
[ Jaycee ] Bahaha! This is war! She squealed when he declared war, and she went to move, but he was much, much faster than she ever thought possible. Must be that Hermes thing, right? She squealed again and giggled, what with his arm around her shoulders and his finger gun against her head. "Okay, okay...!" she said, slowly bringing one of her arms up in a surrender. But her other hand was slowly going for popcorn. And then she made her move. "Death to tyrants!" she yelled, just like Skippy in the Robin Hood movie, and the popcorn was flung backwards at the general area of his head. Where it hit him was undetermined, and she didn't wait to see where it hit him. She slipped downwards and out of his grip, and the lights went out, giving way to total darkness. Jaycee was on the move now, dropping to the ground to crawl around on hands and knees to get away in the dark, doing her best to see. She might have been a witch of light, but that didn't mean she had night vision. He would probably be able to locate her through the little stiffled giggles that came from the teenage witch as she crawled across in front of the couch and tried to escape the living room.
[ Ryan ] There was going to be popcorn everywhere when this night was over. Ryan gasped in playful surprise, his eyes once again flying wide open, and suddenly Jaycee was slipping out of his loose grasp and wriggling away. The flicker of the television wasn't enough light to see by, but he could hear her, hear those muffled giggles. "I'll get you!" he threatened, sounding about as menacing as a kitten. She was down on the floor, he could tell that much, so he got down on his hands and knees as well, army-crawling across the floor with no skill or grace. It was more like a moronic belly-skitter. But pretty soon, something caught his eye. Something moving. Was that one of Jaycee's boots? A hand reached out to try to snatch her by the ankle. "Mine!" But he couldn't get a good enough hold on her, and she could easily escape. So there was more crawling. Ryan was disarmed. He had no popcorn to throw. But if popcorn was their ranged weaponry...well, he found a pen on a table in the living room. Clutching it in his hands, he took a lunge towards Jaycee's retreating form and tried to actually throw himself at her. "Prince John will not let you escape!" came the battle cry, and oh, let's hope the little witch was fast. Because if she wasn't, he'd land atop her, on her back. Warm skin against warm skin, arms sliding around her.
[ Jaycee ] He managed to snag one of her boots, and the jig was up. He knew where she was, so she let out a giggling squeal. She managed to squirm out of his grasp and then quickly crawled away -- or at least tried to -- trampling popcorn and grinding it into the carpet on her way. "Nooo!" she called when he gave up Prince John's threat. "Long live King Richard!" she called, but then she was doomed. DOOMED. Because Ryan landed right atop her back, and she landed flat on her stomach with an audible 'oof!' She wasn't still, though. She turned into a squirmy worm and tried to do her best to 'fight' him off. Now, in order to do this, she needed to turn over so that she was on her back. And it took her a bit of maneuvering, but she managed. And when she was beneath him, she reached up to grab his face, her hand splayed and pushing his stupid face back with a whole lot of giggles from the witch. The struggle on the carpet had left her with her shirt pushed up a bit. Not revealing anything except for some expanse of her stomach, maybe her belly button. Sorry, buddy, no cleavage for you.
[ Ryan ] Oh, there was going to be a struggle alright, in the flickering light of the movie. Were they at the part where Robin gave his speech about faint hearts not winning fair ladies yet? Probably not, but it would have been such a good soundtrack to what was going to happen now. He had a hand in his face, and he tusseled with her with all the skill of a boy who had an older brother. There was warm skin underneath his hands and against his belly when his shirt rode up as well, and there was a gentle breath drawn in to try not to think about it. The last place that Ryan wanted to get an awkward boner was when he was literally right on top of the curvy little witch. With a hand on her wrist, he was able to gently tug her hand away from his face, leaving him grinning down at her. Grinning first, then his grin softening. Brace yourself, Jaycee, because here it comes. The slight boy atop her managed to get his hands down on her shoulders, holding her down. And then he was leaning in. His mouth against hers. Soft. Sweet. His lips parting, and this time, instinct actually took over enough for him to figure out how kissing worked. All he needed was the slightest parting of her lips, and his tongue would sweep between them. It was unsure and hesitant, but there was so much want and so many good intentions in his kiss. One hand even swept into her hair. Enjoy a proper first kiss, Jaycee, by the light of a Disney animated feature starring foxes.
[ Jaycee ] Warm skin on warm skin. It was so soft and nice and warm. She continued to giggle, even when he was prying her hand away from his face. She didn't fight it, though, and she let him pull her hand away without trying to grab him again. But then there he was, atop her and holding her down gently. Grinning that stupid grin that made her smile. ... And leaning in. Her heart skipped a half a beat when his mouth found hers and his hand slipped into her hair. She kissed back, softly, slowly. ... And then there was his tongue. OHMYGOD. Her eyes had fallen closed, though once she felt the increase in the kiss, they shot open. It was only for a moment, though, because the slid closed once more, and her own lips parted, and the tip of her tongue hesitantly slipped past her lips to meet with his. She really had no idea how to do this, but experimentation was the key here, right? She sighed softly against the kiss, and goosebumps damn near rose up over her flesh where he touched her hair.
[ Ryan ] So that was what a kiss felt like, a proper one. Ryan held his breath at first, but when it became too much and he had to exhale, he did so slowly, aware that they were sharing the same air. Jaycee was perfect, absolute perfection, and he had found it here in England on a whim. It was like the stars had lined up in his favor, perfectly. And the moment indeed was everything that he had hoped for. He hoped it was everything that she had hoped for too, as he slowly pulled back from that kiss. Not without a trick that he had learned from his internet studying, though! He caught her lower lip between his teeth, and he tugged every so slightly before letting her go. Oh, such an idyllic moment, wasn't it? His body against hers, the low light, the flickering of the television glittering in her eyes, the tingle of electricity still sparking on his fingers as he touched her. And then Ryan had to fucking ruin it, or at least his body did. Give him some credit, okay? He was on top of a pretty girl and he'd just been kissing her, so of course, as he sort of pressed his hips to hers, he ended up with his second awkward boner of the night. Maybe if he didn't bring it up she wouldn't freak out? So he just sort of stayed there atop her, his hand still in her hair, and peered down into her eyes with a half-smile. "See? I learned stuff."
[ Jaycee ] Jaycee was far from perfect, and if Ryan ever told her he thought that, she would look at him like he sprouted a second head. Well. Except for the fact that he did sprout a second head, one that she didn't notice at first. Or anticipate. So sheltered was she. She shivered slightly, the electricity doing some awesome things for her. Which.. Certainly didn't help Ryan's situation, what with a slight squirm from the curvy girl beneath him. When she spoke up in response to him, it was a little bit breathless. "Y-You did," she said. "I'm still bad at it," she admitted a little sheepishly. But she... Noticed something when he sort of subconsciously pressed against her. Uh. She blinked a time or two. "What's that hard thing jabbing into my hip?" she asked. "Did the remote fall?" And you know what? Jaycee legitimately thought it was the remote. So she reached down between the two of them to find the remote. ... But it was in his pants? Her eyes went wide when she realized what she had just grabbed. "Not a remote, not a remote!"
[ Ryan ] Oh damn. She was squirming, and Ryan sucked in a breath of air, because the whole...movement. Oh, Jesus. He lifted his dark eyes heavensward as though his father's family could impart him with some sort of wisdom as to how to handle this situation. And theoretically there were gods of love and lust who could answer his questions, but he wasn't about to try to find any of them right now. He wasn't sure if any of them were as good with technology as his father was. "N-no, you're...you're great at it, I want to--" And then she was reaching down. Reaching down and grabbing and his eyes rolled back in his head for a half second because there was a girl's hand on his dick. Yeah, okay, through a couple layers of clothing, but still. Of course, it didn't last, and her hand pulled away, but it was enough to make Ryan bite his lip and offer her a shy sort of glance. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I just...I don't really have control over it. You're pretty and it happens...it's...I don't know, it's a compliment?" But he was still prepared to move off of her if she was uncomfortable. His cheeks were pink and his ears were pink, but his body was still against hers and damn if he didn't want to stay right there. "I'm not gonna, um, put it anywhere you don't...want me to...put it..." Ryan's voice petered out.
[ Jaycee ] That was most certainly not a remote, and Jaycee yanked her hand away really fast. There was a little bit of a shriek from the witch, but at least she didn't freak out? Her eyes were wide, and honestly, when he started explaining that she was pretty and that he didn't have control over it? ... Jaycee started laughing. Like. Really hard. Not at him, mind you, but at the situation. She had just grabbed his ... his thing through his pants thinking it was a remote. Her arms came up to wrap around him, and she buried her face in his neck, still giggling. While she didn't get up and away, she did roll them onto their sides. "It's okay," she said, stiffling giggles. Finally, her laughter settled down and she just kinda snuggled against him. There was silence from her for a moment before she finally spoke up once more. "...You really think I'm pretty?" she asked, because seriously, he was the only one to ever tell her that. Yes, she got a lot of male attention, but that was in the form of lewd, inappropriate cat calls because of her breasts. Nobody had ever called her pretty. She reached up, plucked a piece of popcorn from his hair, and ate it.
[ Ryan ] Come on, it wasn't like he could tell his boner to go away and come back later when he was alone and could do something about it in the privacy of his apartment. He just had to deal with it when it, ahem, came up. Like right now. It was definitely coming up right now, and the fact that she was still close to him really wasn't helping matters. So he rolled, snuggled close to her, and tried to adjust himself while drawing the least amount of attention possible to the fact that his jeans were more than a little uncomfortable right now. Don't fuck it up, Ryan, don't fuck it up. "Um. Yeah. Yeah, I do. I mean you're like...you have a nice face and you're funny and I like that." Do not compliment her body yet. That was something he had picked up on from his older brother during one of his rare, genuinely educational moments. Don't tell a girl you like her tits or her ass right off the bat, Ry, he'd said. Save that for after she knows what else you like about her. Then you can tell her she has a rack sent from heaven. Jaycee certainly did have a rack sent from heaven, but that didn't mean there weren't other amazing things about her as well. "I like your eyes." Even in the TV's glow, he could see the color difference between them. "I like your, um, your lips. I like to, uh, kiss them." Halting as fuck. Somewhere out there Tucker was facepalming at just how un-suave this poor dude was. "I...um...yeah." By the time he finished, Ryan's entire face was a shade of pink and he was ducking his face to hide it against her neck. "I suck at this," he muttered, muffled. "I wanna be all like, hey, is there a mirror in your pants because you're hot. Or something. But I'm not...real good."
[ Jaycee ] She didn't want him to be embarrassed by her laughter, so during her awkward gigglefit, she kept apologizing. "I'm sorry -snerk- I'm sorry." But she hugged him closer like a teddy bear despite his shuffling and shifting to uh... Put things back in order or ... Somewhere. But then he started to tell her what he liked about her. At least he didn't tell her she had a funny face? She unburied her face from his neck so that she could look at him while he sputtered out his compliments. He liked her lips and he liked to uh kiss them. It caused her to grin a little bit, and she shyly nibbled on her lower lip. And then, aww... He turned shy! "You don't suck at anything. ... And even if you did, I don't have any frame of reference, so I wouldn't even know if you sucked," she said with a smirk. She turned her head to the side to nudge his cheek with her nose to get him to come out of her neck so she could look at him. "Nobody's ever called me pretty before," she said. "It's always somebody else." She leaned in to press a little kiss to the tip of his nose. "I would have thought, as an American, you would have gone for skinny, tall, and fake."
[ Ryan ] The nudging had him gently peeking his face up from its hiding spot, and for a second, there was a trace of the kid that he had been just a few scant years ago. An expression that would have been innocent, if it weren't for the sheer mischief that couldn't quite be wiped away. You know the look. The spark. It was always going to be there. But his expression turned into a shy smile, and then a bigger one. "What, are you kidding me?" he asked. "You don't get called pretty like literally all the time? Are the men in England just fucking stupid? Because you're beautiful." Look, he stepped it up a notch. Not just pretty, beautiful. "I don't want tall and fake and skinny. I don't want anything fake. I want...real...stuff...goddamit hang on, I have to..." What was Ryan about to do? He popped up off of her, ran his hands through his hair, paced, tried to tame his boner with the sheer power of his mind. It was what his father would tell him to do. And it was maybe kind of half-working until he looked at her, and he was heading right back towards her all over again like he was pulled to her by an invisible thread. "I wanna kiss you again," he muttered.
[ Jaycee ] When he popped up, so did Jaycee. Or... At least she sat up and started to pick the popcorn out of her hair while she watched him pace. She didn't get called pretty all the time. "No. But I've been cat-called since I was twelve," she admitted. "...Because of.. these..." she motioned towards her breasts, pulled the hem of her shirt back down over her middle once more. She pushed herself up until she was sitting on the couch and then up to a stand. Brush, brush, brush. She brushed the carpet lint and pieces of popcorn off of her shirt and her jeans and stood there, her thumbs awkwardly in her pockets while she watched him pace. He wanted to kiss her again? "O-Okay..." she sort of sputtered out, because honestly, she was just fine with him kissing her again. She liked kissing him, even if she knew that she sucked at it. He said that he sucked at it, but she had nothing to gauge it on, so it was good for her? "I... Okay..." she said again. She pulled her thumbs out of her pockets and looked at him kind of expectantly. Should... Should she start it...? Should she just... wait... for him...? She was the worst.
[ Ryan ] Because of those. You'd best believe Ryan's eyes drifted down to Jaycee's breasts when she basically invited his gaze. And they did linger there a second or two longer than were strictly necessary, but at least it was followed by a slow climb of his gaze up to her face, where it stayed. "They're...nice," he admitted, sounding a little awkward about it. "But people shouldn't cat-call you. That's fucked up. Don't worry, my dad taught me better than that." Hermes confirmed for better than a fuckboy 2015. The distance between them was closed with a few quick paces on Ryan's part, and he stared at her with all of that awkward charm that he possessed. "I mean. I like those too. But I like...other...stuff about you hey I'm just gonna shut my stupid mouth." His head dipped down, and he caught her mouth in a kiss. Just like the last one. Slow, lingering, and with all the practice that he had gotten from kissing her a few other times. Robin Hood piped up on the TV. "A faint heart never won fair ladies!"
[ Jaycee ] Maybe now he understood why Jaycee always covered herself up. Since she was twelve. She was a child getting cat-called by grown men. She hated them and the attention they brought her. She didn't want Ryan to like her for them, though. In fact, if she could make them go away, she would. But, you know, Ryan talked about his stupid mouth, and she just sort of grinned while she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for that kiss. She pulled him close, closer than she had been before. She wasn't trying to be a tease or anything of the like, but she pressed herself fully against him, almost hanging off of him while she kissed him. Oh, Robin Hood. If she was Maid Marian, she wanted him to be Robin. ... Though she was going to keep calling him Little John for the foreseeable future. Hell, she even muffled a quiet little, 'mmm' into his mouth. Okay, so Ryan had an awkward boner, but Jaycee had the female version, and she had no idea about it or what to do about it or even what it was. Thanks, mom.
[ Ryan ] Ryan was a grown man, but only on a technical basis, and he sure as hell didn't spend his time cat-calling girls. Hell, he hadn't even cat-called the girl he was interested in. He had approached her like a young, awkward gentleman. But you know, if she was going to press herself against him like that, he was going to respond, because he couldn't not do it. Ignorance was one thing, but they still had things on their side. They had interest, curiosity, intelligence, passion, and seven million years of evolution guiding them on. And that was what was working in Ryan's current favor as he began to gently negotiate Jaycee back towards the couch, his mouth on hers. Once they made it back to the couch, he sort of...half-toppled down atop her and got her down underneath him, but that was going to be the extent of his sexiness for the moment unless she expressed any interest in taking it further. He pulled back from the kiss. Slow, breathless, and peering down at her like she was the most amazing thing on this planet. "I want to, um..." Spit it out, Ryan. "I want to do...stuff...with you...like...touchy stuff..." He cleared his throat. Tried again. "...You wanna make out?"
[ Jaycee ] Teenage hormones were running rampant in this dorm room, but thankfully, Jaycee would have enough self-restraint to stop things before they got too far. There would be no clothing removed tonight. But that didn't mean that they couldn't... have a little fun? All of the Cooper rules were drowned out in her brain, what with all of these new desires swirling around in her head. He was just so... So good looking. And he tasted so good. And he smelled good, too. Back she went, onto the couch during that sloppy, probably-too-wet kiss (they needed practice, let's be real). She shifted herself so that she was more comfortable beneath him. Which kinda put one leg on the side of him, almost hooked on his hip. She kept her arms draped around his neck while he sputtered out his ... desires. Sort of. "Touchy stuff?" she echoed. "Wh-what... do you want ... to touch...?" Besides it really depended. "Yeah, okay," she said to the request to make-out.
[ Ryan ] Oh it was absolutely sloppy and wet and messy. Like their first sexual experience was bound to be, when they got there. "Yeah. Touchy stuff. Like...your head and your mouth and your legs and your hips and your, um..." Ryan. Ryan please. "Your...breasts, if you'd...let me..." God, he was so bad at this, as he sort of pulled her leg up so it was around his hip. It was awkward and weird and he still had that stupid boner that was not going to go away anytime soon. "You don't have to let me if you don't want to, I'm just asking because I know you're supposed to ask before you touch anything on a girl. I mean, I guess unless she puts your hands on it, that's pretty much a yes..." So he babbled when he got nervous. Whatever. He had himself positioned between her legs. He actually pressed his hips against hers, shuddered in excitement. "Jaycee, I--" And cue a buzzing in his pocket. His phone. It lit up and rang, and he simply tapped a blue-sparking digit against it to make it shut up. "Dad." Apparently he had his own ring tone. "Bet you didn't know Hermes was the god of bad timing," he said with an awkward smile. "I, uh, I think he's in town for the week. But he can wait." The electric blue glow hovered around his pocket for a second, and then dissipated into nothing. Ah, technomancy. It made it so much easier to text his dad and tell him he was busy.
[ Jaycee ] Well. You know... He was asking. ... So that was a plus, right? He pressed against her, and she really couldn't help herself, either. Her body responded without her telling it what to do. She sort of awkwardly pressed herself against the uh... Remote control. Squirm... Bad, bad, Jaycee, bad... Brain took over and she lowered her hips back down to the couch cushions. Hnngh. She was about to answer him when his phone rang, and she zipped her lips until he was done with with texting his dad back. She smiled a little shyly. "What were you going to say? ... Before your phone rang. .. You were going to say something." She didn't answer his question about whether or not he could touch her just yet, though, because she wanted to know what he was going to say! Short post was short for the moment.
[ Ryan ] His phone chirped again with a response, and Ryan reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and turned it off. "There. No more texts from Dad right now." He'd understand, right? Like all the Greco-Roman gods, Hermes had a passel of children with divine and mortal alike. Surely he'd understand if his son found a girl he wanted to drop everything to make out with. "Yeah. I was going to say that, um...that I think you're...amazing, and beautiful, and smart, and funny as hell, and that I like your...everything. And I know you don't date Americans, but maybe you can think of me as something other than an American? Slap another label on me? You could call me...um..." Keep those damn hips still, Ryan, and he managed, though he peppered kisses to her mouth between words. "You could call me loser boy who isn't going to college. Could you date one of those? Or you could call me a demigod. That makes me sound really fancy and special. Would you date a demigod?" Through it all he was kissing her, teasing her, pressing his lips to her mouth and her cheeks and her neck and going as far down her cleavage as he dared without risking a slap in the face from her. But dear god, did he ever want to bury his face in her boobs. Damn.
[ Jaycee ] Joke's on you, Ryan, because her shirt wasn't particularly cleavage baring. So he didn't get very far. The top of her sternum and that was about it. But oh, it was intoxicating. .. Or what she thought was probably intoxicating because she had never been intoxicated before. Ooohh, he was making it difficult to continue to say no to dating him. She wanted to. No matter if he was a Yankee or not. But whether or not he was telling the truth (though she was sure he was), she wanted to believe. So while he spoke and gave her a million different ways for her to think of him, she took a hold of one of his hands. Gently, she placed it upon the back of her thigh, her own hand staying on top of it to guide it. He wanted to touch her, so she'd do it in a controlled way. Slowly, she moved his hand, up her thigh, over the swell of her bum, to the small of her back, then to her side, up, up, and up. To the side of her breast. "I don't date," she murmured. "...Or. ... I can't... Date..."
[ Ryan ] Oh fuck she was moving his hand up her body oh god oh god. Ryan's breath hitched somewhere as his fingers trailed over her form, through clothes that felt both extraneous and like a mercy right now. All those amazing curves. "When I was, um, when I was at the museum a few years ago, I saw this, uh, this statue. It was a really ancient one. A reproduction, I think." His hand wanted to stay on her rear, but he let it travel up until...aw yeah. Was this second base? Or did it only count if you had your hand on bare titty? Maybe this was base one and a half. "It was this statue of an ancient fertility goddess. And you kinda, um, remind me of that." Please take that as a compliment, Jaycee, because he meant it as one. That was a goddess, that was a representation of everything feminine. She should have been flattered. With his hand on her breast, he sort of...nudged it more towards the center of hers, looking to just sort of...feel. Oh dear god. Wow. Oh wow. He almost missed what she said about not dating, but at least he had the wisdom to look up when she said that. Bliink. "Wait, what? You can't date?" That made him grin, bright and eager. "Aw, does your mom not let you? I won't tell. It can be our little secret."
[ Jaycee ] Base one and a half. Though Jaycee didn't know the bases. That was an American thing, wasn't it? They didn't exactly do baseball in the UK. You know, she could have taken his comment about being like a fertility goddess as anything but a compliment. Those statues are usually on the squatty, overweight side. She listened, though, and slowly guided his hand over her breast, from the side, to the front, then down below and back to her side down by her waist. "A goddess, I am not," she said a little shyly, smiling up at him with a hint of bashfulness. But then it was the conversation about not dating. ... And she couldn't tell him the real reason. "...Sort of," she replied, not sure how to answer this question. "I... We don't date. It's a... family thing, I guess... It's not... Not for lack of wanting," she tried to explain. "It... A secret?" she said, realizing what he just said. .. Huh. That... Was exactly what her mother had done with her father. She cleared her throat a little bit. "You would have to be a huge secret, Ryan... It could be, um... Dangerous for you if it got around. It just... You don't want to date me. You don't want to get hurt."
[ Ryan ] They were squatty and overweight but they had overstated sexual characteristics to emphasize that they were supposed to be the epitome of desirablity! C'mon, Jaycee, get with the program. "You could be a goddess," Ryan countered. "You could be. I'm a demigod, I'd know what a goddess could and couldn't be." Okay, but he had actually never met another god or goddess. Just his dad. But it sounded like some good, solid bullshit and he was going to roll with it. His hand slid out from underneath hers, so that he could creep it, very gently, underneath the hem of her shirt. Fingers inched up the warmth of her belly, bit by tiny bit, while she spoke. "You don't date? So do you guys do arranged marriages or something? Are you going to be wed off to some old, wealthy landowner when you turn eighteen? Because that leaves me two years to get in as much time as possible with you before you have to sneak out to see me and carry on a long-term, torrid affair with me." Now that the awkwardness had slipped out of the room, the real Ryan was coming out. Glib, clever, quick on the draw. Truly a son of Hermes. "I can be your secret. Do you want me to be your secret?" This sounded like some serious family mystery bullshit, and it wasn't like he expected her to lay out all the skeletons in the Cooper closet within a week of knowing him, much less to a guy who was currently inching his hand up her shirt and approaching her breasts unless she stopped him.
[ Jaycee ] She giggled a little bit when he tried to blow smoke up her dress with the whole 'I'm a demigod so I know thing.' Now, if Ryan thought he was going to slide on into second base, he had another think coming. Sorry, darling, but you were lucky you got a feelski over the shirt, you were going to have to really work for under the shirt. Before he could get too high up on bare skin, Jaycee moved her hand over to his wrist to gently grab it as an idication that he needed to stop. He could stay there with his hand on her stomach, but no further. "No, not arranged marriages," she said with a bit of a chuckle. "No... Nothing like that. We don't... get married either. It's... Complicated. But if... If you're willing to take that risk... I don't want to stop this... I don't want to stop seeing you... Or kissing you." She leaned up to steal a quick kiss from his mouth. "But you... You're going to have to realize that there's... There's something higher that dictates things that I can and cannot do... And things that I must and mustn't do... Please." The last word was murmured against his mouth.
[ Ryan ] He was a gentleman, at least. As soon as the hand was on his wrist, he pulled his hand back to where it had been initially, resting just above her navel. He even hiked her shirt up a bit so he could see where his hand was, and lowered his head to press a light kiss beside it. Though it might have looked as though Ryan wasn't paying attention, he surely was, and when she spoke up, a smile crossed his lips. Dark eyes closed behind long lashes. "So what you're saying is that you have something else telling you how to live your life? Fight that shit, Jaycee." Another kiss beside his hand. Another, another, one that actually dipped right down to the spot just above the button of her jeans. Hey, was that a low buzz of electricity in the room? She wouldn't let him go up so he tried to go down, and he even pressed a few more kisses below the waistband. Not between her legs, but certainly below the waist. And on the third one, which was accompanied by a gentle bite against her lower belly through her jeans, the power surged. Those lights she had turned off flared up brightly. The TV was bright white. Ryan's eyes were blue, not brown, when he looked up in the quickly fading glow of everything. Everything, because now the power was dead. "Uh. Fuck. Sorry? Um. You got candles?"
[ Jaycee ] When he decided to head downward instead of upward, she let her eyes drift closed. The feeling of his lips and that little bite sent chillflesh over the expanse of her exposed flesh. "Not that simple, but I wish it was," she said with a smirk. ... Until the lights flashed brightly and all the circuits blew. And the only light was the blueness in Ryan's eyes. "...Your eyes are blue," she said quietly. "No candles... No need... C'mere." She shifted herself so that she was a little more comfortable -- despite the odd ache -- and she reached down to tug him upwards by the shoulders of his shirt. She wanted to kiss him. Weren't they supposed to be making out?! She knew that he wanted to be touchy, and since she wouldn't let him get too far, she's concede a little bit here. So that meant that when she pulled him up, she placed his hand on her breast -- over the shirt -- and let him have free reign without her hand over his. "No lights needed," she murmured again, against his lips. And this time? She initiated the kiss, complete with a little squirm underneath him again. ... She could get used to this, with Ryan as her dirty little secret. ... Certainly her mother would understand?
[ Ryan ] "Yeah, I...sorry. Got a bit excited?" He shrugged one shoulder, awkwardly, as the blue glow in his eyes faded. "Sometimes I'm not real good at controlling the electricity thing. I get too excited and I lose it." God. When the two of them eventually started fucking, it was going to be a disaster unless they got handsy somewhere without any power around. Like out in the outdoors or something. Otherwise the entirety of Shepherd University was going to go dark one night. But if Jaycee was happy in the darkness, so was Ryan, and he eased his way up her body with her pull, complete with his palm splayed across her breast. Well, as far as his palm could go, anyway, considering that was a whole lot of breast to cover. His fingers curled. Squeezed lightly. "There are way too many layers of clothing happening here," muttered the boy who admittedly would have had no idea what to do if the clothes came off. Other than touch a lot and see what made her make good noises as opposed to bad noises. His mouth sealed against hers, the kiss a lot more insistent and hungry than the last few had been. Oh, fine, he'd let her keep her clothes on, and he'd keep his on as well. But considering he was pressed between her thighs, there was definitely going to be a little bit of completely unskilled grinding.
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The Czarina
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Posts: 66
writes for: Jade "Jaycee" Cooper (verdantclarity)
writes for: Vivian Kearny (spectreofiife)
writes for: Roman Kerrs (idealdanger)
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Post by The Czarina on Nov 7, 2015 19:04:38 GMT -8
Cast: Jaycee Cooper ( verdant clarity ), Ryan Malone ( quicksilver wit )
Summary: After a particularly nasty encounter with the doppelgangers, Jaycee asks Jasper to text Ryan for her to let him know to meet her at her dorm. He helps nurse her wounds and get her dressed for bed. After learning about why she's so insecure about her breasts, Ryan lets her know that he likes her for her, and not her knockers, and thusly, he gets a bit of a feelski from the Cooper witch. She leaves him blue, though, and sleeping on her couch.
TW: Slightly NSFW
[ Jaycee ] Ugh, tonight had been a disaster. Just a downright disaster. She knew that it was probably going to end up physical like it had the time they were in the library, but this time Jaycee felt ready. ... Jaycee was not ready, but she thought she was. At the very least, she'd landed a few good blows to her doppleganger's face before the blood had exploded all over Jaycee's hands and burned her. Her adrenaline and endorphins had been running high, and while her nose had stung when it was punched, she hadn't felt it for long after that. It had been sort of... numb. Now, though... Oh, now that the pain high was wearing off, Jaycee could feel it. Jasper had texted Ryan for Jaycee, letting him know that she couldn't see him tonight because she'd been hurt a little. But there had been no reply from Jaycee after that if he'd texted in return. Her shirt was covered in blood from her nose, and her hands were still wrapped in Jasper's shirt when Mackie had walked her home -- because she refused to go to the infirmary and she had a good twenty pounds on that little blonde waif. Now, she sat in her still bloodied clothes with a bag of frozen peas on her face.
[ Ryan ] You'd best believe Mackie had tried real hard to get Jaycee to go to the infirmary, but in the end she had just pouted really hard and gone off to tend to other matters. Like putting on some fucking pants post-shift. Stuff like that. Ryan, meanwhile, had been very troubled by the text, and he had responded, but nothing had been sent back. But luckily for him and unluckily for her, he knew where she lived. So that was why, about twenty minutes later, Ryan was knocking gently on Jaycee's door. "Jaycee? Are you okay? I'm kinda worried about you..." And when he found the door unlocked, he slipped inside. "Hey. Jaycee?" There she was, on the couch with her hands wrapped in a shirt, her head down, hunched over. Ryan placed a hand gently on her shoulder, and that was when he saw the peas. And the wrapped hands. And the blood. "What happened?" He was crouching down before he'd even been invited to hang around, trying to get a better look at the damage. "Let me guess. I should see the other guy? You're all bloody..." Look, Mackie's literal sad puppy routine--she had turned into her Shiba Inu doge form and made sad eyes at her--hadn't worked, but maybe Ryan's figurative sad eyes would.
[ Jaycee ] She really hadn't anticipated Ryan showing up at her door. She really, really hadn't. Of course, she had felt the buzz of his text message against her leg since her phone was in her pocket, but she couldn't very well pull it out with her hands throbbing. The peas felt good on not just her face but her hands, too, though the chill was through the fabric of the shirt because she didn't want to put the cold directly on her burnt hands. When she heard him enter, she turned her head. "Oh, bugger..." she muffled into the frozen vegetables. Not that she didn't want to see him? She always wanted to see him. But she didn't want him to see her like this, and she really didn't want to go to the infirmary. "I'm fine," she said, her voice distorted due to the fact that her nose was swollen. Likely it would leave her with two shiners, but hey! Who was counting, right? Thankfully, it wasn't broken, but it certainly had been damaged. "Just an incident," she said. "It's nothing, really."
[ Ryan ] "Let me see." The demigod reached out to gently take the peas away from her face, just long enough to look, and then he handed them back to her with a wince. "Holy shit. An incident? Were you mugged? Did you get a good look at them?" With very careful fingers, Ryan tilted Jaycee's head this way and that so he could get a better look, and then he noticed her hands. Wrapped. "Are those hurt too?" he asked, pointing. "You should like...I don't know, get some medical attention or something." The same thing that Mackie had said to her. Would she listen to a cute boy if she didn't want to listen to the spunky little shapeshifter? Or did she just not take medical advice from Americans? "C'mon, take advantage of that national healthcare system of yours." He slipped onto the sofa beside her, curling one arm carefully around her shoulders, just in case there were other injuries that he couldn't see. Poor Jaycee. Poor Jaycee's pretty face.
[ Jaycee ] Jaycee was just stubborn, plain and simple. She took medical advice from no one, and the only one who could march her down there was Tucker, and that was because he was physically bigger than she was and he was like an older brother that she never had. Mick was not older, nor was he something she could talk about. She let him pull away the peas, revealing her swollen nose, bloody face, and frozen blood on the plastic of the bag. It had gone down the front of her shirt, her boobs making the perfect table to collect all that blood. "I wasn't mugged," she explained, cautiously. "Not exactly. It..." How do you even explain what happened? She sighed and winced a bit. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I don't need a doctor, though.. I'll be fine, I'll--" she stopped, though, when he asked about her hands. "Just.. Mild burns," she said, unraveling one hand so he could see the angry pink skin with a blister or two on her the outside of her fingers.
[ Ryan ] He wouldn't believe her? He arched his brows. "Okay, but you're a witch and my dad's a god. There are a lot of things I'm willing to believe. I'm even willing to believe this wasn't a mugging, but I'm kinda disappointed because I wanted to try to beat the guy up myself." Ryan, you are five foot eight and built like a sapling, you are not going to go beating anybody up with your fists, unless you're fighting a kid and that's just wrong. The burns looked bad too, and he cringed, but they didn't look bad enough to be second or third degree, from what little he knew of first aid. Also known as 'that one summer I was a lifeguard at the local pool.' Sighing, he pulled her against him, his touch gentle and almost overly-cautious. "Tell me what happened. Even if you're going to refuse to go to a doctor, tell me what happened. And maybe let me crash on your couch tonight so you won't be by yourself? Just in case you do need to go?" Ryan had a car. He could drive her wherever she needed to go, and he'd be happy to do so. His spare hand gently teased the back of her neck, just below her hairline.
[ Jaycee ] Oh, Ryan. You needed a croquet mallet, you did. Then you'd be able to kill someone with one swing! But yeah, you were a skinny little thing, and that was okay with Jaycee. When he pulled her against him, she leaned into him and dropped her head onto his shoulder. ... This sucked because she couldn't smell him with her nose swollen in a bag of peas. It made her sigh a little bit. Okay, he wanted to know what happened? "A few weeks ago, we were all... In the library. And then... Just... All of these... Clones, I guess you could call them.. Clones of ourselves but they were... Just awful versions. Like... The version of me is... She's... Slaggy... Worse than a chippy... She wears these tight clothes and calls me names like prude... Anyway... They were back tonight, and they attacked us when we tried to go down to see the mirror under Lily Hall. ... Er... Mirrors... Are what they came from. They came out of the mirrors. Don't... Don't touch a mirror on campus, okay?" she said. "I got in a few good blows, but then she... She sort of... Exploded in this ... inky, tar-ish blood. And It burned my hands. And then they all disappeared and taunted us to... To meet them underground next time," she explained, her cheeks turning a slightly pink color, though he likely wouldn't notice it considering her face was red with both blood and the chill from the peas.
[ Ryan ] He would beat the shit out of whoever hurt Jaycee with a croquet mallet, dammit. They were in England. England was loudly with croquet paraphernalia. He listened to the story that he was being told, but he was getting up. "Keep talking," Ryan said. "I'm going to grab a shirt for you, from your room. That one's gross and bloody and if you don't get it in the wash soon it's going to be ruined forever. Dry blood is a bitch to get out of clothes." And that was how Ryan Malone found himself in a girl's bedroom, alone. There were boys out there, there were full grown men out there, who would have rifled through her panty drawer, but not this one. He went to her dresser, he found her panties in a drawer, he drew in breath and let it out in an "ohfuckingjesus," and closed that drawer immediately. Ahem. Eventually, though, while Jaycee spoke, he was able to dig up a shirt for her that looked comfy enough. Ryan returned with the shirt, dropped it down on her head, and sat back down beside her. "So there are evil mirror clones and yours dresses like a skank?" Do not think about skank-Jaycee, Ryan, you do not need an awkward boner tonight. That was fine last night, but it would be astoundingly inappropriate right now. "You're not going to go meet these things underground, are you?" he asked, reaching for her peas so he could hang on to them for her for a minute. "Here, get your shirt off. I won't look. Promise. I can even go in the other room if you want me to." Of course, she was going to have some problems with that because her hands were wrapped up.
[ Jaycee ] She kept talking while he walked into her room, though she did peek curiously towards the doorway to see what in the world he was doing. She trusted him not to rifle through her panties -- after all, he'd already seen one pair when it had come out of the leg of her jeans that one night at the Cat. He was going to get her another shirt. ... Okay. Well, she could change. It was true, she needed to get the blood out of this one, and she didn't want to ruin it. "Y-Yeah," she said when he asked for clarification on the mirror dopplegangers. "She... Well, she doesn't just dress like a slag, she is a slag... She sleeps around and was putting me down for not." She took the shirt off of her head and looked at it. ... Okay... She needed to change, but she'd need help with something. She trusted him not to look, but uh... Her hands and fingers were burnt. "Yes, I'm going to meet them underground, though I plan on being a little more, ah... prepared next time." Jaycee wanted her vengence. "I uh... I need your help... With something..." she started rather shyly. "I... Can get out of the shirt and into the other one okay, but... I can't... unhook... You know..."
[ Ryan ] She was seriously going to go down there where the doubles liked to hang out? To meet them down there? Why? Ryan stared at her like he didn't much like what she had to say, but he also wasn't about to tell her no. With a quiet sigh, he nodded. "Just try not to get hurt, okay?" It seemed like this was going to be an interesting night, and then it got more interesting. Much more interesting, because he was being asked to unhook. Unhook... "Your, um...your bra? You want me to un...hook...your..." Ryan took a deep breath. Nodded. Yeah. He could do this. "Sure. Okay. Um. Go ahead and like...keep your shirt on in the front, I guess, and I'll..." He scooted closer. Eased her shirt gingerly up her back. His fingers bunched up the fabric while his palms glided upwards against her skin. All while he stared at a fixed point somewhere above and to the left of her shoulder, on the opposing wall, because he was afraid that if he looked down at her flesh he was going to get another one of those awkward boners. When you're trying to prove to a girl that you simply want to help her, you don't want an awkward boner. Fingers found the hooks, and then fingers dicked around with the hooks because he had never actually tried to unclasp a bra before. "How does...how..." He thought they had snaps. He really did. But eventually Ryan was able to tease the hooks open. He let them fall, and found himself unable to hold back. A kiss was placed right between her shoulders.
[ Jaycee ] Sorry, Ryan. She needed some help! This wasn't easy for her, either, you see. She was very self-conscious about her breasts. "Thank you," she said very quietly while she eased her shirt up over her head. She pulled it off, but held it in front of her breasts like a security blanket. She couldn't help but smirk a little bit when he had trouble with it, but she couldn't blame him; that sort of boobage had -- at minimum -- three to four hooks he had to contend with. "You sort of... Have to bring them together to get them apart. Pull it tighter, the-- yes, thank you," she said when he managed to get the hooks free. She let out a small, audible sigh of relief as the support was now gone. He'd get to see the bad side of having large breasts. The red welts in her shoulders and on her sides. Jaycee straightened her back, arching it and rolling her shoulders. "Ow," she murmured quietly to herself. Her back often hurt her. She rolled each shoulder carefully, then continued to undress her top half, with Ryan behind her and unable to see the goods. "Thank you," she said, releived. The bloody shirt was pulled off, as well as the boulder holder, and she balled them up and tossed them onto the coffee table. She did, however, smile when he had kissed her back, by the way. Anywho. She carefully pulled her other shirt over her head and leaned back against him. "Much better."
[ Ryan ] The welts. Ryan frowned at them and pressed a few soft kisses against them as well. Shoulders and back, his gaze remaining behind her so that he didn't accidentally sneak a peek at boobage. Even though he really, really wanted to. "Did you get hurt here too?" he asked, with all the misguided innocence of a young man who had never seen an undressed woman in real life before. Well, he did catch Chris's girlfriend naked one time, but that had been a two-second accident and he was left wide eyed and very awkward about it. There were only a few kisses peppered against her skin, before he realized that his hands were creeping towards the welts on her sides. Ryan snatched his hands back like they were on fire and actually put them down under his ass like he was a kindergartner who had to be told to behave himself. "Uh." Yep, that was the sort of quality conversation they could expect from Ryan when the girl he was into was sitting there without a shirt on. "You're...you're welcome. You, um, you're pretty in the back, too." Ryan, no, stop talking, go back to saying um. "So uh. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? I can get you something. Or like...I don't know...help you get your pants off." Pause. "To sleep in! Get your pants off so you can sleep. In other pants. Yes. Pajama pants...I swear I'm not trying to be a perv, okay?"
[ Jaycee ] Oh, dear sweet Ryan. You really had no idea, did you? Did you think that boobs were anti-gravity? Without the support, Jaycee's were not as perky as they had been with the undergarment. And it made her back hurt even more. "No," she said. "That's from my bra. I... Imagine being sexualized at twelve and cat called while you're in constant pain. My back hurts. My shoulders, and my sides are, like.. Deformed from the straps. Men think it's sexy. I think it's prison," she said. She smirked a little sardonically at her statement. Though, the smirk softened into a smile when he called her pretty. "Thank you," she said when he called her pretty. She was leaning back against him, and she tilted her head aaaalllll the way backwards so she could look upside down at him. "I've never told you that I find you to be very handsome, have I?" No, she hadn't. She'd been rather mum on what she thought of him. She shuffled herself around a bit so that she could lean all the way back across his lap. "You just want me out of my pants," she said, teasing. "You could go find slaggy Jaycee and get her out of her pants. I'd be willing to bet she isn't even wearing any knickers under her dress. ... They're certainly not coming out of her jeans," she said with a grin. "Unbutton my jeans for me? And when I decide to get up, then I can change my own pants, thank you."
[ Ryan ] Ryan probably did think that boobs were anti-gravity, considering his sources up until literally right now. Porn and his half-brother weren't exactly reliable, were they? One was based in illusions, and the other probably fed him some lies just for giggles because Chris was kind of a dick sometimes. "Cat-calling?" He made a face. "You keep saying that, you keep saying you get cat-called. That's disrespectful as shit." Hey, he had a Tumblr. So while he might not have known the physics of breasts, he did know that it was very rude to constantly remark on them or stare at them or something. Again he brushed his hands along her sides, but then they settled at his own sides as she decided to treat him like an addition to the furniture and lay all over him. "Handsome?" His cheeks went pink, and then he said nothing at all, because he didn't know how to respond to that. But she did get treated to that shy little-boy smile that he had, and a hushed and slightly belated, "Thanks." Of course, her request did nothing to tone down the color in his cheeks. "Oh. Uh. O-okay." So Ryan reached down, over Jaycee, and popped the button open. And then his hands just sort of held there. Not undoing the zipper, but not going away, either. Warm, pressed against her lower belly. "Yeah, okay, I could go find slaggy Jaycee, but I don't want slaggy Jaycee because she's slaggy and I don't like slaggy girls." He didn't need a Brit-to-American dictionary to understand what slaggy meant. And he certainly didn't need one to understand the implications of some version of Jaycee going around without knickers on. Nnngh.
[ Jaycee ] "Ayyy gurl, lemme see yo'tits," she said, doing her best impression of some skeezy dude that she'd heard more times than she could possibly imagine. "I'd bugger those titties so hard yo'toes'll curl," she continued, rolling her eyes. "Super rude." She was back to Jaycee's voice again, and she smirked when he got that little boy grin. Now, she knew that she wasn't much to look at right now, what with her bloody face and swollen nose... But at least he was something to look at, yeah? He didn't have to remove his hand from where it was. Oddly enough, Jaycee cared less about being touched below her navel than she did being touched above it. For... Obvious reasons. Though that certainly was not an invitation for him to delve his hand into there, mind you. The way she was laying caused the zipper to creep open a little bit anyway -- #thickgirlproblems -- and he'd see the barest hint of underthings. Little white lace up top, with what looked like stripes -- light yellow, pink, lavender... -- going down under her jeans. Compelte with a tiny white bow up front. "Thank you," she said for his help with the button. "So no slaggy girls for you, ay? I do know a Chippy that will probably let you take off her pants. This is her shirt," she said, holding it up for him to see. "...I s'pose I should be nice since she helped me, but I don't like 'er."
[ Ryan ] Ryan stared. Buggering? What was that? Wasn't that doing it in the butt? Was somebody trying to rub their butt on Jaycee's boobs? What the hell?! And then he laughed. "Do people think that's going to work? The nice way to do it, according to my brother, is to buy a girl dinner and a few drinks and kiss her a bit and then ask to see her tits. Of course, he's a dumbass, so I don't take his advice much." Not on women. On things like how to keep a solid budget and what video games were worth buying and how to fix the screech-grind noise his car used to make, those were things he would listen to Chris about. His hand did not dip into her pants, but when her zipper parted, he did reach down to help part it further. "Oh, so there's a chippy in particular that you don't like? I'd ask what she's doing without a shirt, but I looked up what a chippy means, so I don't think I want to know." Ryan was pretty sure there was now some girl prancing around campus with her boobs out. "I don't think I like chippies much now that I know the definition of it. Totally girls I used to know. I had to shove one off of me at my senior prom because she was trying to hump my leg, I mean literally hump it, like just throw herself against it like a dog. It was gross." With the zipper down, he parted the fabric a bit, but then his hands were right back to where they had been resting. And yes, sorry, the remote control thing was happening again. Look, Jaycee, give Ryan a break. "Why don't you like her?"
[ Jaycee ] She shrugged. Did people think it was going to work? She didn't know. Didn't stop them from it, though. There was a reason she often wore baggy shirts. This one, though, was a t-shirt. Somewhat thin, but not threadbare. It was a pajama t-shirt, fitted, and a bit short but not ludicrously so. A baby-doll, if you will. "Your brother sounds like an idiot," she said with an amused grin. She hoped that he wouldn't be offended by that, but you don't just ask somebody that just because you bought them dinner. She didn't mind the remote control thing now that she knew what it was. Besides, he explained that it wasn't something he could control, and she trusted him on that. She wasn't going to give him a hard (hurrhurr) time for that. "I don't like her because she's..." How did she explain it? "...She's pretty. Prettier than just about anyone else I've seen. She's got this.. Impish quality to her. The boys adore her. ... The boy I suppose I liked before you came along did. He'd hug her where he'd pretend I wasn't even there." She sighed a bit and then looked up at him. "Would you still think I was pretty if my breasts weren't so large?" she asked, straight up and really out of nowhere.
[ Ryan ] "Chris is totally a moron," Ryan agreed. "He's my half-brother, actually. But yeah, he's dumb sometimes. I mean, with women. He's always been good to me in that way that brothers are good to each other, I guess." Even with the brother that Ryan didn't know about, she probably didn't get the level of roughhousing that apparently went on with the two Malone boys. "I got my growth spurt a little after everyone else did, and I got picked on for being short and smart. Chris beat the shit out of some older kid who teased me on the bus, and the teasing stopped after that." And then he got his growth spurt and made it to the astounding height of five foot eight, hooray! His hands were on the move again, this time up a bit, to her belly, where fingers splayed over the small sliver of skin between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her undone jeans. It was sorely tempting to just touch her everywhere she'd let him, but if he was going to stay the night, maybe there would be time to do that later. "Okay, first of all, that boy is stupid. And second, does this chippy have huge breasts or something? Does it even matter? You're pretty regardless of...of those." Ryan did gesture at her breasts, but didn't touch them. "You have a nice face and smart eyes."
[ Jaycee ] No worries, Ryan. Jaycee had ... a sort-of plan. There wasn't going to be any hanky panky, but ... He'd at least get to touch her. She squirmed just a tiny bit when his hand went to her bare skin -- she was ticklish! "What a nice brother," she said with a snicker. No, she couldn't tell him about Mick, and even so, there was definitely not the same kind of rough-housing. It wasn't the same when one twin was a sister. "Not as big as mine," she scoffed when he asked about the chippy. Perhaps that was one of the first times that the little witch had ever been proud of her assets. She had a nice face and smart eyes. She paused for a long moment, letting the silence take over in the room. The lights had to go, though, because what she was going to do did not need vision. She preferred it without vision, actually. Now, the other day when Ryan had come over for some 'Netflix and chill,' she had allowed him to touch up on her. Through her shirt and through her bra. As he saw today, that sucker was supportive and thick and really left a whole lot to the imagination. You couldn't feel much. ... Well. He'd get a little more today. Jaycee slowly dimmed the lights until they were completely off, and she took a hold of the hand of his that was on her stomach. Slowly, she moved it atop one of her breasts, though she kept the fabric of the shirt between his skin and hers. But at least he'd get a relatively decent feel?
[ Ryan ] "Breasts are just like...things on a person. We're all going to get old and gross someday. What's the point of having nothing to offer but boobs? I like other stuff about you, stuff that won't get old, like you being funny." Apparently Ryan was doing the right thing tonight, because the next thing he knew? The lights were dimming. "I like where this is going," he muttered, and he liked it moreso when she started guiding his hand up. This close, she'd be able to hear the way his breath caught, and the way he held it when she actually placed his palm over her breast. At first he just sort of kept it there, right where it was, not daring to move. And then he moved it. It wasn't really a grab, or even a squeeze. More like he was just trying to touch as much as he could. A shift of his palm brought the heel of his hand against her nipple, through the fabric, and there was another drawn-in, quick breath. Now, unlike little miss Jaycee here, Ryan was not super-sheltered. He knew what sexual arousal was, he knew what he felt like, and he was certainly aware of what he was thinking and feeling right now. It was something along the lines of 'buy condoms because you just might score before you turn 25,' but it was also a lot of 'oh my god I never want to move my hand.' "Sit up," he whispered, and he was guiding her to do so, until she was seated on the couch beside him. This way, he could put his hand right back where it had been moments ago, but he could also lean in to kiss her, right underneath her poor, swollen nose. Her mouth tasted like the copper-penny-ness of blood, but he flicked his tongue against her lips anyway.
[ Jaycee ] Arousal was... Something brand new for Jaycee. She certainly felt it, but she wasn't entirely sure what it meant. She sort of nibbled on her bottom lip a moment while he took his time moving his palm about her breast. Now, despite the fact that Jaycee was fucked up in the face and her hands, this so-called arousal was taking over her body. Damned teenage hormones. Broken noses (or nearly broken, as the case may be) were no deterrent from a boy who called you smart, pretty, and funny despite your huge breasts. At his gentle prompting, she sat up, though it took her a moment to do so. Especially because of the blood loss -- she got a little dizzy! And the change in blood pressure sort of hurt her nose, but that was taken away when he leaned in to kiss her, replacing his hand upon her breast. Jaycee had been very aware of his ah... remote when she was stretched across his lap. Her lips parted, and her tongue flicked out to meet his. Heck, Jaycee even leaned in a little bit to deepen the kiss and, well, give him a better feelski. There was a soft, quiet little "Mmmrf," sighed into his mouth. ... This was one way to forget about the pain.
[ Ryan ] This was becoming a two-handed feelski now. Ryan had both hands on her breasts, and he was treating them like they were delicate things made of china and angel feathers and unicorn tears or whatever. Not because they were dainty things--ha--but because Jaycee was clearly insecure about them. The brief concern about the way that she seemed to wobble when she sat up was gone when he realized that she didn't seem to have any problems with kissing him like it was going out of style, thanks. He parted her lips with his tongue, sighed in response to her sigh, and dragged her in a little bit closer. Now she wasn't so much beside him as on him again, pulled into his lap if she'd let him. And since he didn't believe in making out being a one-way street, he snatched up one of her hands and slid it underneath his t-shirt, just above the buckle of his belt. Okay, so he wasn't exactly super-buff here. Soren he was not. Hell, he wasn't even Tucker, who really had abs only in the technical sense. But he was sort of strong in that skinny, flexible way, like a sapling bending easily in the wind that might destroy something less adaptable. He wanted more than anything to take that shirt off her, but he didn't. Nope. He'd wait for an invitation to do that, thanks, and just kept his hands on her breasts through the thin fabric.
[ Jaycee ] Sorry, Ryan. That shirt wasn't coming off her tonight, and you were going to have some blue balls on her couch. ... Sorry. She did, however, allow him to tug her into his lap, and she even sat bestride him instead of side-saddle. Oh yes, Ryan. There was a pretty girl straddling you and letting you touch her boobies while you kissed her. Now, under normal circumstances, she would have ended up hesitantly feeling up his stomach and chest. ... But her hands were fucked up, Ryan. I know the blood is going elsewhere, but allow your brain to have a little bit, okay? Her palms, however, were not necessarily messed up. Just the backs of her hands and between some of her fingers. She almost yanked her hand away, afraid of touching him because, well... This was brand new for her. Could he feel the slight tremble of trepidation from the witch. She slid her hand up just a tiny bit, under his shirt, to feel his stomach. ... Hee, she was touching a boy. It was a heedy thought, and it took her a few long moments before her brain processed that. ... She was touching a boy. She was touching a boy. The alarms started to go off. Danger, Danger Jade Cooper. This was not safe territory. She slowly slid her hand out from his shirt and broke the kiss to lean her forehead against his. "I should probably clean up, take some aspirin, and get some sleep. You... You can stay here, if you want. You don't have to, though. I'll be fine."
[ Ryan ] It took a little bit for Ryan's blood-deprived brain to register what he should do. Yes. What you should do, Ryan, is grab her ass and grind up underneath her. Instinct, pure instinct. But perhaps luckily for Jaycee, he never got the chance, because she was pulling away from the kiss and leaving him breathless and flustered and with a serious problem regarding the remote. Dark eyes flickered open, peered at hers at that up-close distance, and the shy smile pulled at his mouth once again. "Um. Yeah. Okay. You really should get some sleep. Sleep on your side so blood from your nose doesn't go down your throat and make you nauseous. Just in case you, um...you bleed again in the night or...something. I'll stay, though. Right here. On. On the couch...goddammit, Jaycee, you're amazing." He sighed out against her mouth and caught her for another kiss, but this one was closed-mouthed and brief. "Don't you worry about me. And if you need anything, come get me. If you can't get out of bed, text me. My phone never goes dead." He was going to have to find a way to sneak into her bathroom or one of the empty bathrooms to do something about the blue balls issue. Sorry, Jaycee. |
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writes for: Jade "Jaycee" Cooper (verdantclarity)
writes for: Vivian Kearny (spectreofiife)
writes for: Roman Kerrs (idealdanger)
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Post by The Czarina on Nov 7, 2015 19:07:20 GMT -8
Cast: Jaycee Cooper ( verdant clarity ), Ryan Malone ( quicksilver wit )
Summary: After Jaycee takes Ryan to the Samhain ceremony to meet her matriarchal family, she's more than a little worried that he's going to bail. He reassures her that he doesn't want to go anywhere, though his idea of what happens to males attached to Coopers isn't entirely accurate. Jaycee keeps the family secret and doesn't correct his thinking. Ryan also learns that Coopers always comes in twos but decides not to ask Jaycee about a possible sibling.
TW: None
[ Jaycee ] Jaycee had her reasons for bringing Ryan to the Samhain ceremony, and it was not because she wanted to make him feel about two feet tall. No. She needed a reason for her to be able to be seen in public with him. Sneaking around was not going to work. She didn't have the same kind of resources as she had back home where Mom kept Dad and Mick hidden quite well. She didn't have a house with wards and false walls. No, there was no way to keep him a secret, and the best way to do that was to show them what they wanted to see. Maybe, just maybe, they would think him okay. Instead, they thought he was a little on the short side, but acceptable. She hadn't stayed for much of the revalry last night since the whole family was being rather nosy, so she had left with Ryan to go, ah... 'groom' him. She stayed rather quiet until they reached his flat again, and once they walked in and the door was safely closed on them, she exhaled in relief. "I'm so sorry... I know... I know my family is awful, I just... I needed a way to make being seen with you okay. I... If it's too much for you, I understand..." she said a little sadly.
[ Ryan ] The entire experience of Samhain had been both weird and exciting. He'd enjoyed the ceremony part of it, the quiet and sobering farewell to those who had gone in the previous year, the renouncement of all things that no longer served. It was pleasant. The problem came in the form of Jaycee's family, the parade of aristocratic women giving him the stink eye. He had known that they were going to judge him, and that anything his girlfriend said to her clan was to be immediately disregarded, but it didn't make it completely better. There were some statements made that definitely had hit him. He was being groomed? As breeding stock? He had desirable traits but he was a little short? Excuse you, he was a perfectly serviceable height. Now that they were back in his flat, Ryan began to loosen his tie, and he let it fall to the floor through slack fingers to pool in front of his nice shoes. "They're not awful," he began, a little awkward. "They're...I know they're...okay, I guess the thing is that I'm supposed to make you babies? So you just take the menfolk and use them for baby batter and then you dump them? Traditionally, I mean. I don't think you're going to do that." He crossed to her, arms wrapping around her, and pulled the little witch into him tightly. "Besides, don't you want the parade of circus midgets?" He leaned in so his lips were right against her ear and hummed the little circus jingle that she had been singing earlier in the night.
[ Jaycee ] Jaycee didn't think he was too short. He was a lot taller than she was, and that was fine by her! He was handsome, and funny, and he liked her. He really, actually liked her. She kept her shoes on and just sort of... Toed the carpet, ready to leave with her bag if need be. The little jade stone set in gold was still dangling upon her forehead, and she really did look quite pretty and regal. She looked the part of a Cooper, but now here behind closed doors? She was back to her normal self. Less confident. More awkward. "Eww," she said, making a face when he called boy stuff 'baby batter.' "Gross... No. ... No, I don't ... My family has some... Some very... outdated ideas about.. things... I told you I wasn't supposed to date, remember?" she said, but she grinned rather shyly when he wrapped his arms around her and the circus jingle made her giggle soflty. "Nooo, no circus midgets! I'm sorry. I'm sorry my family was rude. We don't... I mean... They... Men aren't exactly... Appreciated..."
[ Ryan ] "Yeah." That was all that came out of Ryan's mouth at first. "Yeah." Men weren't appreciated, and he could tell that from the lack of them. They were absolutely a hot, scary Amazon squad. He could tell that Jaycee's mother was still pretty, that her grandmother had surely been pretty in her youth. Something good ran in those genes, and maybe that was why they were so choosy about men. Because they had to choose breeding stock that would perserve their gift. "Look, don't worry. Maybe we can just take this whole thing one step at a time? Instead of thinking about babies and my genetic contribution to your clan, we can just...I don't know, take off these fancy clothes and watch some TV?" He raised a hand gently, brushed it over her cheek. "Or maybe we can watch TV in the fancy clothes, if that's something that floats your boat. I mean, you look pretty amazing." The whole circlet thing with the gem hanging on the middle of her forehead made her look like a princess, and he felt a bit like a lowly but generally well-meaning knight, trying to win her over. Or rather, trying to win over the queen. "Or, I mean, we could drink more alcohol and then we could make out." He leaned in and whispered in her ear once again, the grin crossing his face before he could stop it. "You could touch my weiner." All of it. The entire weiner.
[ Jaycee ] She wasn't about to tell him that he was sort of wrong. That the men weren't just discarded. They were destroyed. Fathers. Sons. All snuffed out. It was vicious, the Cooper family. But Jaycee's mother had broken tradition and raised Jaycee to do things for love instead of just for breeding. Maybe the family line would end with them, but at least they were living life the way they wanted instead of how it was dictated to them. "No babies. Midget or none. I don't want to have babies." Not that she didn't want kids; she just didn't want to have them for fear that any sons she had might be in danger. "All Coopers are born in twos. Twins. Always." Shudder. But he was her knight in shining armor and she unknotted the rest of his tie and slipped it off of his neck. When he told her that she could touch his weiner, all she could do was giggle. "Your weiner!?" she squeaked through her giggles. "Oh my god, please don't ever call it a weiner again," she said. "But maybe we drink more alcohol, watch TV, and make out.... without fancy clothes."
[ Ryan ] The Coopers came in twos? Did that mean that Jaycee had an equally smokin' hot twin sister? No, no, Ryan, don't think along those lines. In fact, although his face curled into a curious sort of grin, he didn't ask any questions at all. He figured he could worry about the implications later. There was a pretty girl standing here who wanted to get drunk and make out without clothes. "So without the fancy clothes, or do you mean without any clothes at all? Can I...um. Can I see you naked?" And as she took off his tie, he reached to gently lift off the pretty little circlet that she had been wearing on her head. It was placed on the couch nearby, and then he began to gently, very gently, bunch the fabric of her skirt up about her waist. Not fully, just enough to bare her legs and her thighs. All of her ladyparts were still covered up. He couldn't even see what sort of underwear she had on, though he was certainly thinking about it. "C'mon, fancy-pants Jade Cooper...we don't have to make babies. In fact, I don't want to make babies at all. I just want to spend the rest of the weekend, you know, practicing for when we have to fake it."
[ Jaycee ] No, no hot twin sister. She was actually rather glad that he hadn't askeda bout a sibling because she didn't much want to lie to him. She would have to, though, because there was no way she was going to put Malachite in danger. That would mean also putting her mother and father in danger, and they had done a lot to make sure that their personal lives were kept secret and secure. Now, she hadn't exactly meant naked, but she hadn't meant clothed, either. Could he see her naked? She shook her head slowly and coyly in the negative, but she still wore a smirk on her face. "Not yet... But Goddes are you tempting..." she said, leaning in to press a kiss to his mouth as he started to pull up her dress. He'd seen her in underwear before -- last night. Though those had been just cute stripey briefs. Nothing special. Tonight, though, she had worn fancy underwear to go with her fancy dress. Because you couldn't have panty lines on Samhain. Black. Solid lace briefs. He might as well be seeing her naked? Because really, lace wasn't entirely opague. "Next best thing, though..." she said, gently taking his hands and guiding them to the back of her thighs beneath her butt. "...You make me wanna do bad, bad things."
[ Ryan ] Up went the skirt, until Ryan was eyeing little lacy panties, thanks to Jaycee actually guiding his hands up to right underneath her ass. And to his credit? He didn't reach up to try to grab it. Just kept his hands right there. "Do bad, bad things with me," he replied, with all the bravado of a man who knew what bad, bad things were, other than sex. There was like...you did some stuff with your hands and your mouth and touch some naked parts. Some semi-naked parts. Ryan had no fucking clue, but he loved the idea of it. Quite obviously, too, considering Jaycee got to have another up close and personal with his remote control. They were just standing there like morons in his living room, and he knew they had to at least find some sort of...surface, or something. You know what would be sexy, Ryan? If you backed her up into the nearest wall. And he tried, he really tried. Feet moved forward, and he eased her towards the wall, step by timid step. His mouth found her throat, and he sort of...tried to make out with her but ended up doing that whole amateur hickey thing they'd done to each other the previous evening. And just when it looked like he was going to be the hottest thing on two legs for the first time in his life, the dog made an appearance. She shoved her nose against the back of Ryan's knee, and the boy fell forward against Jaycee.
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The Czarina
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Posts: 66
writes for: Jade "Jaycee" Cooper (verdantclarity)
writes for: Vivian Kearny (spectreofiife)
writes for: Roman Kerrs (idealdanger)
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Post by The Czarina on Nov 7, 2015 19:08:12 GMT -8
Cast: Jaycee Cooper ( verdant clarity ), Ryan Malone ( quicksilver wit )
Summary: Jaycee is determined to let go of her fear and touch Ryan's no-no place once and for all. She quickly finds out that dicks are hilarious, and they spend a fair amount of time trying to shoot cashews from Ryan's wiener into his mouth. It ends in awkward hand jobs and leg cramps while the two virgins try to figure out how to navigate around their own sexuality. In the midst of this, Ryan also learns that Jaycee is defying her family by sneaking behind their back to obtain herbal birth control -- a huge no-no in the Cooper coven.
TW: Definitely NSFW, nut allergies, Dane Cook references, awkward teenage hormones; TBH, it's up here because it's hilarious and definitely not super sexy, though it is sex-related. Read at your own risk, but don't be surprised if it makes you snort your drink while you're reading it.
[ Jaycee ] Jaycee had been thinking a lot about Ryan recently. Well. She'd been thinking a lot about him all the time, but apparently after she had introduced him to her family (sort of), she couldn't get him out of her mind. Especially after their mostly-naked hump sessions. Seriously. She was getting distracted in class, and, well... For lack of a better word? Horny. When she came to the realization that she really wanted to touch his wiener, she knew that she'd have to do it right away or risk having cold feet and giving Ryan blue balls forever. Forever. Determined, she ditched class (sorry, Headmaster) so that she could take the tube to his flat. She hadn't called him or texted him or let him know in any way that she was coming over. No. She figured if he wasn't there, that it was a sign from the Goddesses that it wasn't the right time. The whole tube ride, she kept pumping herself up for what she was about to do. Nervous? Absolutely. Dedicated and determined? You betcha. Scared? Yes. But she wanted to do it. She really did. He was her boyfriend, and this was supposed to feel good and awesome, and ... And she was a little curious. She had felt it before, through his boxers, but she'd never actually seen a penis before. Like a woman on a mission, she marched up to his door and knocked several times.
[ Ryan ] So what does a young, bored technomancer do in his free time? Jaycee was about to find out. When she knocked on the door, she'd hear, if she listened very closely, music coming from the other side, the plucking of strings. It was a guitar, and he was playing in a distinctly flamenco style. Spanish. Exotic. Pretty much the exact opposite of white bread Ryan, to be honest. It stopped after the first knock. "Coming!" he called, meandering to the door. Glancing through the peephole before he opened it proved to be a good plan. No, there was nobody here to murder him and take his cash or something. It was just...open the door. Peer. "Jaycee? I thought you had class today." Not that he wasn't happy to see her. He certainly was. Being a guy living alone meant that he spent a lot of his spare time, when he wasn't going places, in boxers and t-shirts. Like right now. Dark green boxers, a black t-shirt. The still-unnamed Bernese mountain dog came to the door to sniff Jaycee's hands while Ryan pulled her into his arms. Sure, his mouth said don't you have class, but his body said come here and don't leave. "Is something wrong?" Was she being threatened by evil shadowy doubles again? Had Ash showed up with Chippy and ruined her day?
[ Jaycee ] Oh, he was there. He hadn't gone out for lunch or anything. Now, she knew that it would be a surprise, her showing up like this on a Tuesday. They always had plans for the weekend so that Jaycee didn't get behind on homework or anything because she was spending time with him. But this wasn't going to wait until Friday night, no thank you. Jaycee wanted to touch the wiener, and she wanted to touch it now! She gave him a bit of a sheepish smile when he opened the door. She looked down, saw him in his boxers, and then blurted out the reason she was here on a Tuesday when he was pulling her into his embrace. "I want to touch the wiener!" she said, perhaps a little louder than was really necessary. But she didn't know how else to get it out, and she was flustered. She cleared her throat and made an attempt to form a logical sentence. "I mean. ... Yes, hello, I had class today, but I skipped it because I wanted to see you, may I please come inside, please and thank you?" she said with totally forced poise. ... But her cheeks belied her. They were red as red can be.
[ Ryan ] Ryan blinked. She wanted to touch the wiener. That was...that had actually come out of his mouth, and although he looked like he was trying not to laugh, he was just as red as she was. "Oh. Uh. Okay. Come in. Close the door behind you..." By the way, Jaycee, thanks, now the entire third floor knew that she wanted to touch the wiener. Hopefully none of his neighbors were the teasing sort. Once she was inside and the door was shut, he kissed her, a few times, little pecks on her lips. "Okay. Okay, you can touch it." Like he was going to say no?! Oh no, Jaycee, please don't put your pretty little hands on my dick. And so, he took a step back, so that she could see all of him. Look, the dude was in boxers and a girl had just come to his door looking to touch his junk. Not just any girl. His girlfriend. At least he took his shirt off first, because a guy in just a shirt and no bottoms looked really ridiculous. Deep breath, Ryan, you can do this, even though you're feeling a bit shy all of a sudden. Thumbs slipped into he waist of his boxers, and he offered Jaycee a nervous expression. "I've uh...I've never been naked in front of a girl before," he admitted. And then the boxers fell. Ta-da, Jaycee, you are now looking at Ryan naked. Which, to be fair, wasn't a bad sight, if you were into short, kinda-skinny eighteen year olds. The gray light of a London afternoon filtered through the closed blinds behind him. The whole thing was rather pretty. But he had just dropped his fucking boxers in the middle of the living room, so there was that. When he stepped out of them, the dog claimed them as her own and wandered off with them. "Uh..."
[ Jaycee ] This was seriously the most awkward, completely unsexy thing that they had done. Or anybody had done. And basically all they had ever done was heavy petting, so really, putting this at the bottom of the sexy list was ... pretty low. No grace. No fanfare or build up. Just ... Just drop trou like she was his doctor and this was some sort of medical exam. Jaycee was not turned on. And by the look of it, neither was Ryan, really. It looked a little shy, and he looked a little nervous. "Wait! .. Okay go. .. No, wait! .. Okay. W-No. Okay, yes. Go. Now," said the indecisive witch, but boom, boxers went goodbye and there was her boyfriend standing naked in front of her. And you know? Jaycee wasn't sure if she was supposed to look. She forced eye contact, her eyes all super wide. Finally, finally, she let her gaze fall a little bit so she could see it full on instead of on the outskirts of her vision. She made a squeaking sound, and immediately she looked back up at his face. "That's a penis," she said, like she was captain obvious. And because she was nervous as all get-out? The sputtering witch just... Just started giggling. Not at him, but just because she didn't know what else to do.
[ Ryan ] Look, did she expect ultra-sexiness? He was just as clueless as she was! Okay, maybe he was a little less clueless because he hadn't had such a sheltered upbringing, but he was still pretty dumb with parts and whatnot. So he just kinda stood there and looked at anything but Jaycee. Especially when she started giggling. That was bad, right? When girls laughed at your dick? But she didn't seem like she was mocking him. Just a bit...uncertain. So he took a step closer, a grin spreading across his face, starting shy and small and growing bigger and bigger. "Touch it," he teased. "Toooouuuccchhh iiiiiiiittt. Touch the wiener." And just in case she wanted to back out, he grabbed her hand and tried to bring it towards him. Not, you know, fingers to dick. But close enough for her to touch. "And don't laugh, come on. It gets...it gets bigger." Because you'd best believe he was nowhere near hard at the moment. It was tricky to get a boner when you were standing awkwardly naked in front of his clothed girlfriend. "I just need to like...I don't know, see your breasts or something. Hey, how come I'm standing here naked and you're still clothed? Lame. You could at least be a Victorian hooker and show me a little ankle, you scandalous hussy." All big words, designed to cover how awkward he felt. "But um. Seriously. It's...am I...you know...okay?" He'd really hoped he'd get a little bigger and buffer by the time he was eighteen. Big fat nope.
[ Jaycee ] No, she wasn't giggling at him, and she most certainly wasn't giggling at his penis. Well, that last part wasn't entirely true. She was absolutely giggling at his penis, but not because it was small or anything. It was because it was a penis. Penises were weird looking, especially the first time you ever see one. When he grabbed her hand, she let out a shrieked squeal, and continued to giggle. She didn't fight him off too hard because she wasn't really trying to get away. "Okay... Okay, okay... Okay...." Breathe. "Okay..." she repeated, psyching herself up. "I think... This needs to not happen in the middle of the living room. Because I... I am not a doctor, and you... Are not my patient. And this... Is awkward. So let's... Let's go to your bedroom. And I'll... You know... Look at it. Like actually look at it. And touch it." She started to lead him towards the room when he asked her if he was okay. She stopped and blinked at him like she wasn't sure if she understood the question. Was he okay? Despite the awkward situation, she gave him a warm little smile. "You're perfect," she said, then gave his wrist a little tug. "C'mon. I'll... I'll take off my shirt or something."
[ Ryan ] She was going to look at it and actually touch it! Awesome! Ryan grinned, and he turned immediately to head for the bedroom. Which meant that not only did Jaycee get to see the Entire Wiener, she also got to see his Entire Ass. "So you're not going to tell me to turn my head and cough?" Once Jaycee caught up with him, he let her lead him into his bedroom, which was pretty much your standard guy bedroom. Like, okay, they had probably dry humped with the Lich King watching them from the far wall, that kind of thing. "Can I take your shirt off?" he asked once they were there, sitting down on the edge of his bed--clean sheets but completely unmade--so that he was eye level with her boobs. "Please?" Oh, Jaycee, please say yes, because Ryan was absolutely enthralled with this entire scenario. This was like the closest thing he'd ever had to a booty call! She showed up in the middle of the day, yelled about touching his wiener, he was naked, she led him to his bedroom. It was kinda hot. The aforementioned wiener was slowly beginning to respond accordingly to this depressingly real version of a long-held fantasy. Which just went to show him that fantasies were kinda depressing sometimes when they translated to reality. He reached his hands up. Slid them underneath the hem of her shirt so that he could brush his fingers along her sides. If she let him? That shirt was going up and off and over her head and tossed onto the floor. In daylight! Daylight! The blinds were open a little bit, but angled up, letting light in but making it harder for people to see inside. Just in case somebody wanted to get off on two teenagers being awkward. OH YEAH BABY AWKWARDLY TOUCH HIS JUNK UNF
[ Jaycee ] Hehehe, that was Ryan's butt. But, no. She'd been in his room before. They'd slept there last weekend after Samhain. You know. Because she was grooming him or whatever. And yes. The Lich King had watched some pervy stuff happen. Certainly not the most pervy that could have happened, but it wasn't G-rated. She sat down next to him on the bed and toed off her shoes. He was naked, she didn't need to be all fully clothed, shoes and all. Her bottom lip was pulled in between her teeth and she nibbled it a moment. His request was met with a little nod from the witch. She had zero problem with him taking off her shirt. When his fingers moved under the fabric, she lifted her arms so that he could pull it off easier. And once he'd removed it from her body, she shook her head and let her staticky hair fall down about her shoulders and her breasts. Poor boy. She wasn't going to ask him to unhook her bra. So instead, she reached behind and deftly unhooked the snaps for him. You know. To make it easier. She'd let him take it off her shoulders, though, if he wanted to. "I figured... it'd be easier, what with the hooks..." But her gaze moved downward to look at what she'd come to touch. And wouldn't you know? It did look a little bigger. And less sad and tired. It was waking up? "Is it weird? Always having a thing there?" she asked. Pillow talk.
[ Ryan ] Oh. Hello, Jaycee. Hi. Ryan's eyes devoured her, because what he lacked in sexy he sure made up for in interested. Up and off went the shirt, and he couldn't help the big grin that appeared once more, especially once she undid her bra. Which was good because that thing was like one step below a Rubix Cube in terms of complexity. It was 2015, why couldn't bras be fastened with velcro or something? He was presented with a wonderful opportunity, at least. An opportunity to lean in, snatch the center of her bra between between his teeth, and slowly tug backwards until the garment was off. Now the wiener was definitely looking less sad and tired, and he stifled a hushed moan of appreciation by just sorta huffing a sigh into the marshmallow heaven that was her boobs. No, he wasn't just with her for that, but it was icing on the cake. Come for the cute, sassy witch girl and her awesome, on-point humor, stay for the killer figure and the amazing breasts in your face. Oh wait. She'd asked him a question. He tried to backtrack long enough to give her a good answer. "Um. I dunno. It's not weird, I'm used to it. Sometimes it kinda sucks, though. If I get turned on I can't hide it. Not like you can." And he gestured down so she could see. Halfway there at this point. Growing. He leaned in again, nipped gently at the side of her breast. "So do you want to touch it still? Because you can touch it. Might even help if you touch it. Yeah, that would...that would help a lot."
[ Jaycee ] She giggled a little bit when she watched him lean in and snag her bra with his teeth. She trusted him. A lot. Which was why she was so okay with him seeing her topless. Besides, she knew that it pretty much turned him into a bumbling idiot, and that was kinda nice. Catcallers could go bugger themselves, but this was Ryan, and he put up with the rest of her, so he got to be rewarded with the goods. Goods that she hated, but still goods nonetheless. There was a small sigh of relief from the little witch when her girls were free. That was always awesome, no matter if she was alone or with him. She accepted his answer with a little 'that makes sense' sort of one-shouldered shrug. He was used to it, and it sucked because he couldn't hide it. There was a little coy grin on her lips when he mentioned that she could. And she did. Like she was now, actually. Did she still want to touch it? "Yes. Yes, I still want to touch it. ... But I think. ... I think that maybe... We should... Both be ... equally vulnerable?" She could only imagine how weird he must feel while she was halfway clothed and he was stark naked. " 'Kay, so. I've never... Nobody's ever... seen... me naked... So don't... Laugh or ... something." Like a teenage boy was going to laugh at any naked lady. She stood up and sort of awkwardly shuffled her leggings off at the same time as her polka-dotted undies. Jaycee was definitely not super confident, and she sort of crossed one arm about her middle. Not covering much, just her belly button. Shaven? Yeah, right. Jaycee was not down with that. At least not yet, if ever. "So. .. I guess... this is me..." she said, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. ... And then. And then! She leaned forward and quickly poked his penis with the tip of her index finger before pulling back.
[ Ryan ] Equally vulnerable? Was she going to...oh. Oh holy shi-- Ryan about swallowed his tongue. Dear God. It so did not matter that she didn't shave, or that she was awkward about it, or that she was covering herself a little bit. Did he even have to say anything? It was written on his face as he stared at her like she was the most amazing thing that he'd ever seen in his young life. And by the time she reached out to gently poke at his dick, he was more than hard enough for her to see what full arousal looked like. He touched her, ran his hands down along her thighs. The outsides. Not the insides. He wanted to run his hands along the insides, though. "Can I...um...after you're done touching me, can I touch you, maybe?" Ryan moved to lay down on the bed, and he pulled her on down beside him. She was on the side with his bedside table, with its standard assortment of stuff that he kept here. His current reading material, a glass of water from last night, his iPad, a closed container of salted cashews, his phone dock (currently devoid of phone). "Wait, why would anyone laugh at you? You're so hot it's like...it's unfair, that's not fair. You're too hot." Hot damn. Call the police and the fireman? Ahem. "Okay. Touch it. Touch it all you want. You, um...I can show you...how I touch it, if you want?" Ryan was doing a lot of staring at the ceiling right now. Maybe she'd be willing to actually have sex. The thought of it made a little electrical impulse run down his spine and the screen of his iPad flicker.
[ Jaycee ] She didn't know how to be sexy. Not in the least bit. Dear god, she was just standing there at a weird angle trying to hide without actually hiding. Her right arm crossed her middle, just below her breasts, her hand hooking onto her left elbow. Her left hand reached up to sort of awkwardly scratch at the side of her head and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. When he called her hot, she blushed a bit and nibbled on her lower lip. She moved down onto the bed with him and laid on her side. "I... It's ... only fair, yeah?" she said, unsure of being touched. It wasn't that she didn't want to. But fear had an interesting way of presenting itself when you were the world's most sheltered virgin. Okay, maybe not the most sheltered, but she was pretty sheltered. "I... No, you don't.. You don't have to.." show her the way that he touched it. She could surmise. Instead she sort of reached over and put a finger on the underside of the head. And pushed it up. And let it sort of bounce down a bit. ... Which made her giggle. ... And then she put her finger on the top part of his head, pushed down, and watched it catapult up. ... And she giggled some more because she was a mature individual. But there was one thing she noticed right away. "...It's really soft. ... I mean, like. The skin. Not. ... Not the actual... wiener... that's hard, but the... skin, you know..." she gestured to 'the skin' by twirling her finger in a circle around his penis without touching it.
[ Ryan ] Oh man. So this was not the sexiest of sexy things, no, the whole business with her using his penis like a catapult. But it did make him laugh, and he slid his arm around her to bring her a little bit closer. To kinda...poke her in the hip with it, to be honest, but mostly so he could kiss her. "Oh. Yeah, I guess it kinda is, huh?" Because it was. He was no scientist, he didn't know why, and he thought about making a joke about jerking off and lotion and how she was to blame for that, but he didn't. Thank goodness. "And it's kinda...springy..." While they spoke, he was inching his fingers up the inside of her thigh. Just past her knee now. Higher. Noticing how much warmer her skin felt the higher he climbed. "Boing." That was in response to the scond catapulting. It also came out really, really distracted, because his fingers were so damn close now to the apex of her thighs. He could feel the heat coming off her, and his body was reacting in kind and his hormones were going fucking haywire. "You know this is all your fault, right?" he said, gesturing down to himself, to her twirling finger. "This. This is because, um, of you. Because you...yeah. You turn me on." Because there's a hot, naked girl in your bed, Ryan, let's be real here.
[ Jaycee ] Boing, indeed. Though, the higher his hand got, the heavier her breathing got. Not anything pervy or anything. Just sort of... Anticipation and nerves. She tried to distract herself with the fact that Ryan's penis was a spring board. She rolled a little bit more towards him so that she could return his kiss, and in doing so, more of her hand brushed against him. Four fingers sort of idly brushed the length from the tip to the base and then, oh dear god, those were balls. Those were balls. She brought her hand back up so that she could sort of poke at the base of his penis and make it go in different directions, then watch it return back to its original place. Weebles wobble but the don't fall down or whatever. "It's only because I'm a naked girl," she said when he let her know that it was all her who had done that to him. Ryan, stop trying to sexy talk. It was not working. "It's like... It's like a catapault," she likened it. "You could totally launch th-- I have an idea!" she shrieked excitedly and she sat bolt upright with the most genius idea she had ever come up with. "Oh my goddess." She looked around at his nightstand. What was there small enough? No.. Not this... Nah... Cashews. Bingo! Jaycee, giggling like a serious madwoman, unscrewed the lid to the cashews, poured a few into her hand, and then unabashedly moved to perch herself between his legs on her knees. Didn't matter that she was naked at this point. "Okay. ... Okay, are you ready?" she asked through her giggles. She put a cashew right under the head, pulled it back, and then launched it right at his face. Ping!
[ Ryan ] That little four-finger stroke was nice. Ryan wriggled his hips into it, grinned so she'd get the full idea of how much he liked that. And yes, he was trying way too hard to be sexy. He knew it. He also knew he wasn't doing a good job. Ryan was not the kind of person for whom overtly sexy really worked. He did have a subtle sort of charm though, didn't he? Her elated screech made him stare at her with a raised brow. Moreso when she grabbed his cashews, unscrewed the lid, and took some. Did she need something to eat? "I get hungry before bed sometimes," he replied, as though he felt like he needed to provide an answer to why he kept cashews on his bedside table. "Good protein and--Jaycee what the hell?" It wasn't until she had the cashew on the head of his penis and was tugging it back that he realized what was going on. The only reason he didn't burst out laughing right then and there was because there was a cashew coming for his mouth, and he caught it with surprising skill. Chew. Swallow. Laugh. "Oh my god. Do it again!" The gears were turning behind those chocolate-brown eyes, and his mouth was curling up in a grin. "What if I laid with my head at the foot of the bed and put some cups on my dresser over there? We could make a game out of it!" Cue their new hobby? But he did reach out and take her gently by the wrist. "But sooner or later, I'm going to be way too hard to keep going and you're going to have to either do something about it or let me do something about it." Still, it would make a fun game for a while, before he was driven to distraction by his super-hot naked girlfriend.
[ Jaycee ] Oh yes, Ryan. Oh yes. Jaycee was brilliant, and you had the most awesome girlfriend in the world. She had ditched class and come over to touch your wiener, and now she was launching cashews into your mouth from it! Yes! Okay, so maybe she wasn't super sexy or a total seductress, but they had made a whole new game out of this, and she could seriously play it for hours. ... Well, she could, but she knew that he'd probably need to do something about an erecting lasting four hours. The Cialis ads never said anything about cashews. When he caught it in his mouth, she squealed and clapped her hands excitedly. "You caught it! You did it! Oh my goddess, that was awesome!" she said, giggling madly. She grabbed another cashew, and this time, she was hellbent on taking extra care in aiming. She lowered the top half of her body almost all the way down so that she was eye level with his penis and ... Well, with her face awfully close. ... Sorry, Ry. This time, both of her hands were on his penis, perfectly positioning it as she nearly went cross-eyed trying to look at the cashew. "Three... Two... One... Blast off!" She launched a second cashew. Would he catch it!?
[ Ryan ] The Cialis ad also had people in two separate outdoor bathtubs, so maybe the Cialis ad wasn't your best instructor on what to do and not do with your boyfriend's boner, you know? He watched her as she hunkered down. As her face was oh so close. Her mouth. Her lips. He made a tiny noise, but his mouth opened obediently to try to catch the second incoming cashew. This time, he wasn't as lucky, and it ended up whacking him in the nose. Ryan caught it when it fell onto his chest, leaned down, and popped it gently between Jaycee's lips. A sexy thing to say here would have been something like, eat up, you'll need your strength for when I do sexy things to you and make your ladyparts feel happy or whatever. Instead, what Ryan said was, "You can have the ones I don't catch, okay?" He watched her, and presumably she was going for another cashew here, which seems like a very Jaycee thing to do. "...Hey, what if you like...ate it off the penis? That's like...mouths are supposed to feel good there." Okay, this was officially the world's worst none too subtle request for a blowjob. "Just a suggestion." Hey bb eat cashews off my dick.
[ Jaycee ] Jaycee, for what it was worth, didn't know that she was being a cocktease. She had no idea that blowjobs were things that people actually did. She thought 'suck it' was just something rude you said to someone because it was gross. Either way, she accepted the cashew and pressed a kiss to the tip of his finger. Chew... Chew chew... It was a good thing she had already swallowed the cashew when he suggested that she ate a cashew off his wiener. "I... What? Mouths? There? You mean people actually do that? But that's... I mean... That's where you pee," she said, looking at his penis like it had grown another penis right there in front of her. She was definitely not sure about putting her mouth anywhere near it. ... At least not tonight. She'd have to psych herself up for that one. But she could tell that the cashew game was more fun for her than it was for him. She knew what it felt like to want, and it ached. She could only imagine what it was like to be touched and not be able to do anything about it. She climbed back over his leg and moved to lay back next to him so she could lean in for a cashewy kiss. "I'll... I'll do something about it. Or... Try, I guess, I don't know... You're gonna have to help me," she said. She reached out hesitantly, but then finally, finally her right hand closed around his length.
[ Ryan ] That's where you pee. Ryan laughed, but not at her. "I know, right? I dunno, my sex ed is like the internet and my brother. They didn't teach me anything in school." Because Tennessee was a fucking redneck state. And seriously, Jaycee was being a horrible cocktease right now and that was the only reason he didn't want to continue playing Cashews. That, and if they wanted to make it a challenge, he was going to have to get up and find glasses. "So like...what we can do...is we can line up different sized glasses on the dresser," he began, leaning back. "And instead of aiming for my mouth, you can aim for the glasses. We can put point values on them. And maybe when you reach a certain number of points, you get something out of it." He could flip cashews off his own dick, too! He'd just have to do it in the opposite direction so he could properly aim. "Or loser makes breakfast, or something." With Jaycee coming back to sit beside him, Ryan curled one arm lazily about her waist, and drew in a sharp, almost alarmed breath when she suddenly had her hand around him. AND HE WAS DONE THE END. No, not really. He let out a gentle hiss, closed his eyes, and sort of wriggled his hand between her legs so he could touch. Really awkwardly. Fingers brushing against her, lighter than a feather. "...Wet." He observed it as though he hadn't been expecting it. He had, on some academic level, but actually experiencing it was a whole other animal.
[ Jaycee ] "That's awesome," she said, digging his idea for the cups game. Anna Kendrick, you had nothing on Cups & Cashews. "Maybe smaller cups could be more points. And like... You only have five cashews or something," she said, trying to make the rules up in her head and imagining how it might go. "No fair if you practice, though. You'll have to have some sort of handicap because you can practice all the time and I can't." Well, she could, but she'd never get anything done, and likely her grades would suffer. But there they were, two awkward teens with their hands on each others genitals. Jaycee had to sort of... Position her legs differently so that he could get between them and she drew in a shakey, nervous breath when she felt his fingers touching her. "I... It gets... Like that... Usually, when I'm... Around you..." They were such teenage poets. Slowly, Jaycee started to move her hand up and down his length, unsure if she was doing it correctly or not. "Is... This right? Is it too tight? Should it be tighter? Do I need, like... lotion...? Or... Something?" My god, she was so clueless. "...I just wanna make you happy."
[ Ryan ] Some teenagers played Dungeons & Dragons. Jaycee and Ryan played Cups & Cashews. They've got their ticket for the long way 'round...or somethiing. "Five cashews, smaller cups have more points, and the loser has to make breakfast in the morning. And I promise. No practicing. Though if you want to come back here and touch my weiner you can do that whenever you want." Maybe text next time though. So he can make sure he's home, sort of thing. Wait, it got like that when she was around him? That was good, right? He was a timid explorer, admittedly, sort of slipping fingers here and there and brushing and gently poking to see what felt good to her. "I have no idea what the hell I'm doing," he admitted quietly. "This is the first time I've seen like...you know...girl parts. Up close. In real life." Porn did not count. Jaycee had questions, though, and he slowly guided his other hand over to hers. "Try this," he advised. He guided her grip a tiny bit tighter, and instead of just moving her hand up and down, he eased her into a motion that had a bit of twist to it. "Mmm. Like that." Because hey, one thing that he knew how to do was jerk off. It was pretty much the only sexual thing in this moment that he had any confidence in. In fact, when he gently prodded in just the right way for the tip of his finger to actually slip just barely inside her, he looked shocked. "Uh. Sorry?" Okay, at this point his breathing was a little ragged.
[ Jaycee ] She giggled a little bit when he invited her over to touch his wiener any time she wanted to. Jaycee would be okay with that. ... Though her grades wouldn't be. She'd likely text next time. This time was a 'do it now or never' type of thing, and she couldn't chance losing her confidence before she got to the door. "You... You can look at it.. A little closer, I guess, if you want. I... know literally nothing about what anything that feels good does or .. doesn't do... But usually, when I rub against you, it feels the best here..." she said, moving the palm of his hand against what must have been her clitoris. Damned if she knew what that was, though. It made her momentarily pause and take in a slight gasp. ... Okay, that was nice. And it made her want to continue with what she was doing to him. She took his advice, tightened her grip slightly, and added a little twist into the mix. And you know? Despite the fact that he happened to find her ladycave or whatever by way of an accidental dip of a fingertip, she didn't freak out. At this point? Her hormonal body wanted that. "D-Don't be sorry... I... You... You can do it again..." she said by way of an invitation for him to go underwater exploring.
[ Ryan ] Hey, Ryan wanted her to do well in school! She was smart and she deserved to go far. And you know, he was going to be starting at Shepherd himself next semester! Maybe he'd even figure out what he wanted to major in by the time he was done with his core classes. Maybe. Right now he was thinking game design or electrical engineering. Actually, no, right now he was thinking that Jaycee's warm little hand felt so damn good, and he arched his hips up and gasped. "More, perfect, like that, you're..." Oh, wait, she was inviting him to...okay. There were two things she wanted him to explore here, and if he could keep his head clear enough, he'd do both. "A little faster. Fuck, that's...perfect," he encouraged while he sort of rocked his palm where she had placed it. "Right there?" Oh, definitely right there, because it made her gasp. And he had another invitation to take advantage of. Timidly, with just one finger, he did indeed go underwater exploring. Not just the tip of a digit this time, but more of it, and she wasn't the only one gasping about it. "Oh my god, Jaycee, the things I'm thinking right now." Are not suitable for children, that was damn sure. She was warm and wet and pretty much everything Chris had told him about women, but actually experiencing it was so different from hearing your brother dirty-talk his girlfriend when they thought you weren't listening. Hey, maybe that's what he should do! Dirty talk! What he meant to tell her was that she felt so good around his finger. What came out of his mouth instead was "You're really, um...really...hot." Ryan for fuck's sake.
[ Jaycee ] Ryan, no. You didn't need to talk dirty. There.... There didn't need to be any sort of sexy talk here because let's face it, neither of them knew how to be sexy. At all. They just sort of mashed parts with other parts until something felt good and then went with it in hopes of having some sort of orgasm. Jaycee was squirming and sort of awkwardly pressing herself against his hand, but it made things difficult to do this at the same time. ... And her arm was getting tired. "Are.. Are you thinking ... That we should do one at a time so that we don't pull muscles?" she asked. Jaycee had to switch hands so that she didn't get a cramp. "Okay, here, wait..." she said, pulling his hand from between her legs. "Put this... Here..." she sort of... Wiped his finger off on his length so that it was something slick and ... kinda like her lady parts? Who the hell knew, she thought it might make it more authentic. "You first. ... Then me. That way we don't, I don't know, accidentally elbow each other in the face or something." Having switched hands and with minimal organic lubricant, Jaycee could concentrate more on doing things that he would enjoy. Grab, stroke, and twist. And she sort of nibbled on her lower lip as she watched him. He looked like he enjoyed it? ... Either that or he was suffering some sort of facial palsy.
[ Ryan ] That awkward pressing was good, right? Becuse that was what he was thinking when she rolled her hips, and that was what he kept trying to do to her hand considering she was twisting and stroking and doing everything he had told her to do. "Yeah...yeah, one at a...mmm..." Oh no. Ryan was starting to flag, badly, and when she pulled his hand free, he just let her do whatever the hell she wanted with it. He was certainly not suffering from some sort of facial palsy. She was good, and he was young and pretty much had a hair trigger. Get ready to flip shit, Jaycee. To be fair, that moan of his was pretty unexpectedly filthy. It was low and it shook and it was a louder version of what he sometimes let out in her ear during their dry-hump-athons. And then he was done. He arched his back, found his orgasm, and made the requisite mess. Short post is short because I can't wait to see how Jaycee is going to handle this shit omg.
[ Jaycee ] Okay, so that moan in and of itself? ... It did things to her ladyparts that she didn't understand. It was... It was just so... Unf. She almost giggled at the way he writhed and moaned and generally looked like he had Disneyland in his nethers. And she liked seeing him like that. ... Until. "Oh god," she said, because there it came. Literally. She shrieksqueaked and let go once his mess was made. "Ahhh, it's on my haannddd, I don't know why I wasn't expecting thaaaattttt," she said, scrunching her nose and looking at it like he'd just peed on her or something. "Where do I put it? What do I do? .. It's on you, too, what do we do? Does... Does it... stain?" DOES IT STAIN? ARE YOU SERIOUS? Even she knew that sounded stupid, but she didn't know what to do about this predicament. She just sort of... Wiped her hand off on him, careful to avoid the rest of his mess.
[ Ryan ] Ryan slowly faded back into coherence. Wait. Why was Jaycee freaking out? Oh, right, because she had come on her fingers. "There's...there's tissues on the nightstand," he pointed out, gesturing. "You can grab one or two or ten, whatever, pass me some so I can..." Deep breath. "So I can clean myself off and...get you. Sorry, should I warn you next time?" When he stretched it was catlike. Languid. Calm, content, happy. If he were a feline, he'd be purring right now. Instead, he waited for Jaycee to pass the tissues and wiped himself off as necessary before firing an alarmingly well-practiced two-point shot into the trash can next to the dresser. Teenage boy with a hot girlfriend, c'mon, of course he had good aim with used tissues. "It doesn't stain. It's like...I think it's water soluable? Wash your hands, you'll be fine. You can even wash now, but I kinda want to like...um...put my fingers in you again and...stuff..." Just spit it out, Ryan, you want to watch her face while you finger her. But he tipped his head towards the bathroom, if she really insisted on cleaning off first. "It won't hurt you. You can't get pregnant through your fingers or whatever." Just because Tennessee was probably an abstinence-only state didn't mean that Ryan was a fucking idiot.
[ Jaycee ] SHE COULD IF SHE HAD IT ON HER HAND AND TOUCHED HERSELF, IT WAS RARE, BUT IT COULD HAPPEN. Ahem. She reached over and snagged the tissues, using a few of them to wipe her hand clean. .. Gross. Sticky. But she managed to get it off of her skin enough so that she wasn't entirely squicked out. "I just... Didn't expect it to be so much... Or ... I don't know... Go so far?" She aimed for the trashcan, too, but Kobe Bryant she was not. Or .. LeBron James or ... whoever was famous in American basketball right now. "I... It wouldn't anyway," she admitted. "I'm ... I'm taking some herbs.. It's .. I've done some research. I'm not ... supposed to use birth control, so I can't... get any... But you'd be surprised what you can find when you go digging through apothecary books," she said with a sly little grin. Did that mean that Jaycee was planning on having sex with him soon? Yes. Yes, that was exactly what that meant. But Ryan wanted to 'put his fingers in her and stuff' so she rolled over to steal a lingering kiss from his lips, then onto her back. "How do you want me? Where do you want me? Where are you going to be?"
[ Ryan ] "Sorry?" Blink. He wasn't actually sorry, though. Ryan was smiling. "It was...it was kind of a lot I guess...I dunno. You do stuff to me." It wasn't like he hadn't been attracted to girls before. There were a few cute ones in his life, but they generally didn't reciprocate his interest. Some had been his friends. At least he didn't try to be a Nice Guy and put nice coins into a girl until sex came out. No, he was genuinely friendly with people, even if he really wanted to touch their boobs and whatnot. With Jaycee, he had all the fun of having a good friend, and all the enjoyment of boob-touching. What more could a guy ask for? "Herbs?" Peer. And his grin grew sly. "So are you telling me you're going to let me...soon?" Down she went, onto her back, and Ryan...hm. He looked at her and tried to figure out where he was going to be. Sitting up, he decided, next to her and facing her, so he could lean over and slip his hand betwen her legs again. "Okay, kinda um...spread your legs a bit I guess? Like...tha...oh...." Because now he could actually see what she had going on down there and it was like a fucking puzzle. There were openings and a part up there that was probably where she liked to be touched and all sorts of what the fuck was this. He needed a goddamn road map and a compass! But he did brush his thumb against that little bundle of nerves, watched her. Did it again. And sort of gently wriggled his middle finger inside her. The entire digit, this time. "Just um...tell me if I'm doing good..."
[ Jaycee ] Yes, herbs. She didn't verbally answer his question, but instead, she just sort of smirked up at him. Was she going to let him soon? Most likely. She was letting him shove his fingers in her and she'd given him an awkward hand job after shooting cashews in his mouth from his penis. It wasn't a huge leap to get from here to actual attempted intercourse. Anywho, she bent her knees and placed her heels into the mattress, her thighs apart. Jaycee, this was not a visit to the gynocologist. But she'd loosen up when she got into the groove. Or rather, when he literally got into her groove. Yeah, there was a whole mess of stuff neatly tucked in there, and Jaycee didn't know why she even had the half of it. She knew there was a part you peed from, there was a feel-good spot, and there was the 'sex and period and babies' port. But he brushed against that little nub, and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment while she let out a soft sigh. "Mmmh...." she sort of murmured, easing and relaxing a touch. Her knees started to sort of fall to the sides so that it was more natural and less clinical. And when he experimented there with his middle finger? She arched her back a slight bit. "Hnngh," came her response. Was that good enough for him? Could he speak whatever language she was speaking? Hopefully he'd understand that as 'yeah, you're doin'great, buddy, keep it up.'
[ Ryan ] Did she need a pair of stirrups for this endeavor? For fuck's sake, Jaycee. At least Ryan had no idea what you were doing. And yes, that was what was down there. The pee-hole, the feel-good-spot, and the all-purpose reproduction chute. But he didn't know that. He just knew that there was like...a place where your dick goes and a place where your dick definitely does not go. Let's all be glad he found the former before he found the latter, right? Her response must have sounded good enough to him, because he sorted kind of...sliding his finger in and out without any kind of rhythm or skill or grace. But! But. He had luck on his side, dumb luck. Because of the angle at which he had his hand, his finger was naturally curled against some of the most sensitive places within her. And hey! He could fucking multitask, right? Ryan had two hands. He had one hand that could do the finger in and out while the heel of his hand sort of rubbed against that fleshy part that she liked so much, and he had another hand that could...wait for it...it could play with her breasts. He cupped a breast with his palm--for all the good that would do!--and just sort of touched and toyed. "Okay. Good. ...Good." Someday he was going to get to put his penis in there. Oh my god. He was probably going to be done the split second he was in her. And by probably we mean definitely.
[ Jaycee ] You know, Jaycee really had no idea what she was doing, but she knew what felt good, and she knew what her body was telling her it wanted. Her eyes were closed and her head was canted back, and little moans spilled from her lips. Oh goddess, this was so nice. So nice. No wonder people had sex all the time. While he did his thing with just as much skill as she jerked him off with, she brought her own hands down to the hand that was up in her downstairs. Two things that she did. One was to press upon his hand right where his middle finger met the metacarpals, which would make his finger go deeper inside her. She pulled in a quick gasp and legitimately held her breath for a split second before she started to roll her hips (for a given value of 'roll' -- it was more like awkwardly rock and maybe a little bit of bucking) while she held his hand against her, keeping his digit inside and his palm against that spot. And wouldn't you know it? Considering she didn't diddle herself and never had, she was also a hairtrigger. Her breathing came in shorter and quicker gasps until finally her back arched and she went almost straight as a board, her 'reproductive chute' muscles contracting around his digit. It took her a moment before she was able to breathe again, which meant she was dizzy. And then -- "OW OW CRAMP CRAMP!" Her toes had curled and her muscles tensed, and that meant Jaycee got a charlie horse in her calf.
[ Ryan ] C'mon, Ryan. Be sexy. He tried. He leaned down to actually pull her nipple gently between his teeth. But apparently he didn't even have to do that, because she was...oh, so that was that felt like? That squeezing around his finger. That was good, right? She was holding her breath and holding still and her ladycave was doing some very interesting stuff that he was sure was going to feel super-awesome when they had sex. When she yelped in pain, though, his finger was gone, sliding out of her gently to tend to her poor leg. "Curl your toes up. Towards the top of your foot. Hold it for a second, it'll take the tension off the muscle." Charlie horses were the literal worst. Maybe she needed more potassium in her diet? And that was how Ryan ended up sitting beside her, looking flushed and pleased with himself, his finger and palm wet. Now. Supposedly, girls tasted good. So he took that finger and actually gave it a curious, testing lick. Verdict: kinda sexy, but not really what he had been expecting from the way Chris had rambled on about women. He had been thinking like...cherry cordials or something. Oh well. "So um. Other than the cramp. Was that...did I...did I do good?" With men you didn't have to guess. With women, you kinda did.
[ Jaycee ] Her vagina was not a chocolate fountain.
[ Ryan ] WELL DAMN |
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