Chicken Little has flown the coop.
"Great." Jane sighed, hiking up her reading glasses to better see the text message she was reading. All of the triplets had condos in the same building, each of them on a different floor. It let them stay close, have privacy...and watch John.
Who didn't go out alone often, at least not outside of work. As a rule, he could be trusted on his own during cases he was deep into, otherwise he stayed home or at the office by choice. Now that he had a girlfriend, that would probably change...but John out alone and sans a case still felt like trouble.
Jane texted Jock back after a moment's thought.
Your problem tonight, not mine. I have a broken heart to nurse, bugger off.
Jane tossed her phone on the coffee table right after, vowing not to answer another text message for the rest of the night. She knew Jock would at least pretend she was still wounded by Bob's treachery, but she was pretty sure John had told him everything. After all: twins usually did. They all knew what she was really brooding about...at least Jock would preserve the gentle fiction, and her last scrap of dignity.
Men sucked.
That was her story, and she was sticking to it as she burrowed deeper into the cushions of her ratty old sofa with its threadbare maroon cushions, trying to make herself read the deposition for an eviction case she was taking to court in two weeks. She found herself scanning the same paragraph repeatedly, though, remembering the feel of stiff whiskers against her cheek, the sinewy back under her hand, the bright and adorable smile that made her forget everything and feel like she was something rare and amazing...
Why the hell did John have to be...John? She wouldn't blame Paul if he'd deleted her number the second she was out of sight. Bloke like that could have his pick, war hero with an irresistible accent and that lethal grin...
"I do not care." she muttered to herself, trying to make herself believe it and failing. "I don't care...didn't fancy him that much anyway. I can do much...oh, bollocking shitbags, someone just beat me unconscious and leave me to my fate..."
"Great." Jane sighed, hiking up her reading glasses to better see the text message she was reading. All of the triplets had condos in the same building, each of them on a different floor. It let them stay close, have privacy...and watch John.
Who didn't go out alone often, at least not outside of work. As a rule, he could be trusted on his own during cases he was deep into, otherwise he stayed home or at the office by choice. Now that he had a girlfriend, that would probably change...but John out alone and sans a case still felt like trouble.
Jane texted Jock back after a moment's thought.
Your problem tonight, not mine. I have a broken heart to nurse, bugger off.
Jane tossed her phone on the coffee table right after, vowing not to answer another text message for the rest of the night. She knew Jock would at least pretend she was still wounded by Bob's treachery, but she was pretty sure John had told him everything. After all: twins usually did. They all knew what she was really brooding about...at least Jock would preserve the gentle fiction, and her last scrap of dignity.
Men sucked.
That was her story, and she was sticking to it as she burrowed deeper into the cushions of her ratty old sofa with its threadbare maroon cushions, trying to make herself read the deposition for an eviction case she was taking to court in two weeks. She found herself scanning the same paragraph repeatedly, though, remembering the feel of stiff whiskers against her cheek, the sinewy back under her hand, the bright and adorable smile that made her forget everything and feel like she was something rare and amazing...
Why the hell did John have to be...John? She wouldn't blame Paul if he'd deleted her number the second she was out of sight. Bloke like that could have his pick, war hero with an irresistible accent and that lethal grin...
"I do not care." she muttered to herself, trying to make herself believe it and failing. "I don't care...didn't fancy him that much anyway. I can do much...oh, bollocking shitbags, someone just beat me unconscious and leave me to my fate..."
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Date: 2012-03-22 04:59 pm (UTC)A contented sigh escaped him, and his fingers shifted to stroke her back absently, losing himself in thought. "I don't normally do this," he admitted to her. "I figured it happened, but it's never been my thing." He could only hope that this didn't turn into a one night stand. He really enjoyed this evening, beyond the obvious reason. Her company was amazing. She was beautiful, smart (oh so smart), and witty. Somehow, she was also interested in him. He was absolutely chuffed that she was interested enough in him to warrant him doing something that normally he did not do.
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:24 pm (UTC)"I don't either, don't worry." She assured him. "And I don't plan to sleep over...not unless you want me to." She shifted, scooting higher so she could kiss him, slow and warm, running her fingers through his hair and leaving them happily buried at the crown of his head.
"And if I do leave, I won't leave without another dinner date." She narrowed her eyes at him playfully. "I am an evil lawyer, I will secure it in writing if I have to."
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Date: 2012-03-23 01:41 am (UTC)She moved then, assuring him she wasn't planning on spending the night. He was about to protest when she kissed him, splaying her own fingers along his scalp. Oh yes, he could see the attraction in the touch. His response died temporarily, allowing her to continue.
He laughed softly. "I know better than to mess with a lawyer. What's your favorite place? I've shown you mine, seems only fair to see yours." He stroked her back gently, looking sideways at her. "And I won't kick you out if you don't want to leave." He'd almost feel guilty if she left. It'd feel too much like a one-night stand, and he desperately didn't want that impression to take place.
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Date: 2012-03-23 03:23 am (UTC)"My favorite place? I won't lie: it's a dance club." she grinned, tucking her head against his neck with a happy sigh. "Samba. I can show you some steps so you can dance with me." She tilted her head up to smile at him. "You'll have to learn to shake those hips...which, based on what I just experienced, won't be a problem."
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Date: 2012-03-23 03:27 am (UTC)And so the generation gap strikes. Of all things to make him feel old. Dammit.
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Date: 2012-03-23 04:22 am (UTC)"Well for one, it's not exactly that kind of club." she assured him. "Lot of my dance classmates go there. And for another? Where the Latin dances are concerned, it's not really about the dancing, if ya know what I mean."
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Date: 2012-03-23 05:48 am (UTC)She paused, grinning and blushing as she hid her face against him, muffling her words.
"Don't laugh...but I competed regionally when I was a freshman."
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Date: 2012-03-23 04:51 pm (UTC)He smiled. "Why would I laugh at that? You know what clubs I was in while I was in senior school? Chess. And archery. I'm not one to tease about clubs," he remarked with a warm chuckle.
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Date: 2012-03-23 06:15 pm (UTC)She suddenly stilled, lifting her head to grin at him brightly. "Wait...did you say archery? Oh my God, will you teach me to shoot an arrow? That is so freaking cool!"
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Date: 2012-03-24 04:24 am (UTC)He didn't dare tell her that the reason he'd joined the club was because of a cute girl who was a member and that it had been an excuse to get close to her to teach her properly. It had worked, and he was far too chuffed to see it possibly work in his favor once more.
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Date: 2012-03-24 06:54 am (UTC)"Hmm. Who knew archery was a sure fire way to get laid?" she quipped, scooting up a little and shifting so she could idly drag both her hands through his hair as she kissed him again. "For the record, though, you should've used the line before getting me in the sack. It's redundant after. Unless that's code for 'fuck me again, pretty lady, you're hot and I'm horny.'"
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Date: 2012-03-24 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-24 07:34 am (UTC)Teasingly trailing her toes up his calf, she kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw before nipping playfully at the soft skin just between jaw and ear. "Everyone knows that the better the sex is, the less sleep you need. A proper shag's as good as recharging the old batteries."
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Date: 2012-03-24 08:33 pm (UTC)