Post by Lovely on Jun 2, 2011 0:27:37 GMT -5
September 24, 2010
Morning
Follows: Now is now
The morning was not starting as rosey as he'd hoped. Tripp had woken with a start when the maid had ignored the sign on the door. Of course it made sense she would have being that it was on the inside of the door again when he sat up, startling the woman into a screach of apologies and waving hands to exit quickly with her cart to leave him alone. Alone! Jaime had gone and he felt chilled. The chill had come from the absence not only of the girl he'd wanted to keep forever, but the absence of his covers, his clothes, even the beer as evidenced of the small fridge that hadn't closed completely and chilled the floor and its lack of contents now. The old woman closed the door in a hurry creating another draft that sent him scurrying into the bathroom in search of anything that remained in the room that was his - and heat! He'd rushed to turn on the shower and fill the space with anything warm, letting the steam fill the outer room, too, as he searched the closet and corners. He found the phone flashing that he had a message waiting. He'd hoped it had been Jaime apologizing for her prank, but instead it was his new employer waiting for him to arrive. He was late! Adding the tab for rented suit clothes to his room was an expense he couldn't afford, but arrest for exposure was something he wanted to avoid, especially in a small town. He was grateful to the hotel, the dry-cleaners and the laundromat next door, all owned together, it seemed, by a sweet couple of which the wife was content to smile and call him 'sugar' every other word. His teeth hurt from the forced smiling by the time he arrived at the farmhouse in his borrowed clothes. At least the maid had been kind to knock a clean towel for him from her cart in her scurry to abandon him to his devices and a soapless shower.
He was hardly shown around the place, expected to know what he was doing and seemingly trusted to set about doing it without a guide once doors and electrical panels were pointed out. He felt like he'd wandered through the same hall twice since the place wasn't that large, but this pass took him past an open door. He looked back to the hallway behind himself, then back at the door that stood open. Hadn't he been this way? He glanced inside and found it was a bedroom and his mind was already drifting to the events of the night before. He sighed, then his eyes fixed on one peculiar thing in the room. Draped over the end of the bed was a shirt like the one he'd had on, a formal style, not a typical work shirt. Curious enough at the coincidence, he stepped in to look closer. Finding no one in the room, he picked up the shirt to find it was his brand, too. That coincidence was too strange and he looked around the room for other items. There, atop the dresser, his eyes fixed again and he scowled. Amidst a few dusty relics was a can of shave cream identical to the one he'd picked up at the quick mart! He picked the can up in the other hand, then angrily wound the can up in the shirt. She had to be here, or whoever stayed in this room had seen her.
Jaime had found her way home after her night with Tripp, hating to leave him, she'd done something impulsive and taken some of his stuff. No more than she could carry in one arm and rather randomly gathered - she wasn't aware of how well she'd cleaned him out. As she came back up to her room from a dip in the river, she swore she could smell him, she was damp and still wearing her dress from the night before. She assumed the scent was from his clothes in her room and smiled, that was until she got close enough to realize that he was actually in her room! part of her was delighted, another part confused, and a sliver mad that she'd felt so heartbroken over leaving him only to have him show up here. Her bare feet hardly made any noise as she ran into the room and leapt to tackle him onto the bed.
He was trying to secure the shave cream in the shirt, intent on smuggling both back out again in a coat sleeve if necessary when a blur from the side made him look up a second too late to find himself knocked over onto the bed in a recently familiar way. The can clattered in a muffled fashion to the hard floor as he reached out for defense to find he was staring up at her, at Jaime! "You!" He smiled at first but it quickly faded as the morning's embarrassment licked back at him full force. "Do you have ANY idea...?" He couldn't even say it and couldn't be mad long.
She had no idea about his morning and stared down at him, blinking the tears in her eyes as she nodded, she had every idea.. though probably not at all about what he meant. "I never thought I'd see you again!" She exclaimed and dove to kiss him fiercely, sliding her fingers up into his thick mane of dark curls.
"Nev-..," he was cut off with the heated kiss he was just as shocked by as her saying she was the one afraid she'd not see him again. When she'd been the one to vanish from him? Her fingers in his hair made the anger and shock fade to delight. He'd found her out of the blue to start, and such lightning had now struck him twice. Another memory shot through him before he forgot his place entirely, though at the moment he much preferred the company over the work. "Jaime.. I can't... I'm working. I mean, here TO work... right now. Why didn't you tell me? You saw my car, didn't you?"
She sat up, settling herself over his hips and stared down at him with a confused expression and a shake of her head. "What are you talking about?" She didn't know what his car had to with anything or what she was supposed to have told him. Jaime pouted because he refused her, it stung in a way she didn't like at all. "Tell you what? I don't understand.."
"That you were here! That you knew I was called to work here. That you didn't see me drive up. I can't believe you didn't know," he said, reaching up to trace the pout he was growing quickly fond of if she didn't bite him first. She appeared angry with him for his own confusion. "I've never felt so alone as waking without you there," he whispered, fearing he'd break, himself.
"I couldn't tell you I was here when I wasn't... even if I had been, I wasn't allowed to tell you." That part confused her, she'd been with him until she left his room. She shook her head a little and leaned down so he could reach her better, nipping softly and playfully at his fingers. "I didn't know you were called here.. I didn't know you were here until I sm.. saw you in my room. I didn't see you drive up.. I went swimming." She tugged at the damp dress that clung to her, revealing that she still wore nothing beneath it.
He glanced around her to the door. If she didn't know he was called, they wouldn't know he knew her and finding him here like this wasn't a good thing for his first day. The tug on her dress was giving him other ideas about working on plumbing instead of wiring, though, and he was doing his best to push away the suggestion without discouraging her. He leaned up on his elbows to reach her with a kiss. "I see and... you're wet," he chuckled, hoping not to make more of that statement than necessary. "Take me swimming with you this afternoon, when I'm done with today's list? Please, I can't be... right here, just now, though I truly wish to be, lovely."
Her fingers dragged through his hair as he leaned up and then sank into it again as she pressed into the kiss. The things his scent alone did to her... she hummed out a pleasured sigh that was followed by a pout as he tried to tell her to wait again. "You can be here.. you have to be here.. I can't bear to let you go twice. The first time was terrible.. I cried the whole way here.. I think a second time would kill me!" Her hand slid to caress and hold his face gently, her green eyes staring into his, sincere and intense.
Morning
Follows: Now is now
The morning was not starting as rosey as he'd hoped. Tripp had woken with a start when the maid had ignored the sign on the door. Of course it made sense she would have being that it was on the inside of the door again when he sat up, startling the woman into a screach of apologies and waving hands to exit quickly with her cart to leave him alone. Alone! Jaime had gone and he felt chilled. The chill had come from the absence not only of the girl he'd wanted to keep forever, but the absence of his covers, his clothes, even the beer as evidenced of the small fridge that hadn't closed completely and chilled the floor and its lack of contents now. The old woman closed the door in a hurry creating another draft that sent him scurrying into the bathroom in search of anything that remained in the room that was his - and heat! He'd rushed to turn on the shower and fill the space with anything warm, letting the steam fill the outer room, too, as he searched the closet and corners. He found the phone flashing that he had a message waiting. He'd hoped it had been Jaime apologizing for her prank, but instead it was his new employer waiting for him to arrive. He was late! Adding the tab for rented suit clothes to his room was an expense he couldn't afford, but arrest for exposure was something he wanted to avoid, especially in a small town. He was grateful to the hotel, the dry-cleaners and the laundromat next door, all owned together, it seemed, by a sweet couple of which the wife was content to smile and call him 'sugar' every other word. His teeth hurt from the forced smiling by the time he arrived at the farmhouse in his borrowed clothes. At least the maid had been kind to knock a clean towel for him from her cart in her scurry to abandon him to his devices and a soapless shower.
He was hardly shown around the place, expected to know what he was doing and seemingly trusted to set about doing it without a guide once doors and electrical panels were pointed out. He felt like he'd wandered through the same hall twice since the place wasn't that large, but this pass took him past an open door. He looked back to the hallway behind himself, then back at the door that stood open. Hadn't he been this way? He glanced inside and found it was a bedroom and his mind was already drifting to the events of the night before. He sighed, then his eyes fixed on one peculiar thing in the room. Draped over the end of the bed was a shirt like the one he'd had on, a formal style, not a typical work shirt. Curious enough at the coincidence, he stepped in to look closer. Finding no one in the room, he picked up the shirt to find it was his brand, too. That coincidence was too strange and he looked around the room for other items. There, atop the dresser, his eyes fixed again and he scowled. Amidst a few dusty relics was a can of shave cream identical to the one he'd picked up at the quick mart! He picked the can up in the other hand, then angrily wound the can up in the shirt. She had to be here, or whoever stayed in this room had seen her.
Jaime had found her way home after her night with Tripp, hating to leave him, she'd done something impulsive and taken some of his stuff. No more than she could carry in one arm and rather randomly gathered - she wasn't aware of how well she'd cleaned him out. As she came back up to her room from a dip in the river, she swore she could smell him, she was damp and still wearing her dress from the night before. She assumed the scent was from his clothes in her room and smiled, that was until she got close enough to realize that he was actually in her room! part of her was delighted, another part confused, and a sliver mad that she'd felt so heartbroken over leaving him only to have him show up here. Her bare feet hardly made any noise as she ran into the room and leapt to tackle him onto the bed.
He was trying to secure the shave cream in the shirt, intent on smuggling both back out again in a coat sleeve if necessary when a blur from the side made him look up a second too late to find himself knocked over onto the bed in a recently familiar way. The can clattered in a muffled fashion to the hard floor as he reached out for defense to find he was staring up at her, at Jaime! "You!" He smiled at first but it quickly faded as the morning's embarrassment licked back at him full force. "Do you have ANY idea...?" He couldn't even say it and couldn't be mad long.
She had no idea about his morning and stared down at him, blinking the tears in her eyes as she nodded, she had every idea.. though probably not at all about what he meant. "I never thought I'd see you again!" She exclaimed and dove to kiss him fiercely, sliding her fingers up into his thick mane of dark curls.
"Nev-..," he was cut off with the heated kiss he was just as shocked by as her saying she was the one afraid she'd not see him again. When she'd been the one to vanish from him? Her fingers in his hair made the anger and shock fade to delight. He'd found her out of the blue to start, and such lightning had now struck him twice. Another memory shot through him before he forgot his place entirely, though at the moment he much preferred the company over the work. "Jaime.. I can't... I'm working. I mean, here TO work... right now. Why didn't you tell me? You saw my car, didn't you?"
She sat up, settling herself over his hips and stared down at him with a confused expression and a shake of her head. "What are you talking about?" She didn't know what his car had to with anything or what she was supposed to have told him. Jaime pouted because he refused her, it stung in a way she didn't like at all. "Tell you what? I don't understand.."
"That you were here! That you knew I was called to work here. That you didn't see me drive up. I can't believe you didn't know," he said, reaching up to trace the pout he was growing quickly fond of if she didn't bite him first. She appeared angry with him for his own confusion. "I've never felt so alone as waking without you there," he whispered, fearing he'd break, himself.
"I couldn't tell you I was here when I wasn't... even if I had been, I wasn't allowed to tell you." That part confused her, she'd been with him until she left his room. She shook her head a little and leaned down so he could reach her better, nipping softly and playfully at his fingers. "I didn't know you were called here.. I didn't know you were here until I sm.. saw you in my room. I didn't see you drive up.. I went swimming." She tugged at the damp dress that clung to her, revealing that she still wore nothing beneath it.
He glanced around her to the door. If she didn't know he was called, they wouldn't know he knew her and finding him here like this wasn't a good thing for his first day. The tug on her dress was giving him other ideas about working on plumbing instead of wiring, though, and he was doing his best to push away the suggestion without discouraging her. He leaned up on his elbows to reach her with a kiss. "I see and... you're wet," he chuckled, hoping not to make more of that statement than necessary. "Take me swimming with you this afternoon, when I'm done with today's list? Please, I can't be... right here, just now, though I truly wish to be, lovely."
Her fingers dragged through his hair as he leaned up and then sank into it again as she pressed into the kiss. The things his scent alone did to her... she hummed out a pleasured sigh that was followed by a pout as he tried to tell her to wait again. "You can be here.. you have to be here.. I can't bear to let you go twice. The first time was terrible.. I cried the whole way here.. I think a second time would kill me!" Her hand slid to caress and hold his face gently, her green eyes staring into his, sincere and intense.