Post by Lovely on Jul 2, 2009 2:49:46 GMT -5
One option of what follows: A New Champ
This needs a title
wes is shy, scared, lost... unsure.. curious.
Quite amazed at how huge the estate is, it's like a castle...
It is a castle... but it's home
"C'mon.. let me show you around a little so it's not so daunting... Mitch... you and Rich got things under control a while without me?" He nodded to Mitch at least, Richie not being seen anywhere at the moment.
Wes gave a small, nervous looking smile accompainied by and eager nod of her head. Her eyes wide and her head turning as she looked around, trying to take everything in. "My goodness... This is... wow.. you live here??"
Mitch turned with a grin. He'd seen the girl when they'd walked into the arena that night, but hadn't expected Rory to talk to her, let alone bring her home. He'd only gotten back moments before them.. time enough to change and get back to work. "Got it handled... looks like you might too," he murmured, chuckling as he ran off.
"Hey... behave or I'll have you on doubles all month, bud," he threatened, teasingly, turning back to Wesley. "Eh, don't mind him. He means well. You hungry? Want a drink? We didn't exactly get to finish the ones we started back there. Help calm you down a little?"
"If you'd like one sure.. but don't put yourself out on my account.. I can take it or leave it.. " She chewed on her lip and shrugged. "Not likely to make a difference in my state of calmness or not.. Unless your talking about drinking into a coma?"
"Okay, how about a little one, and you're not putting me out," he smiled softly, not taking his eyes off her. She was skittish and more submissive than he'd expected. "You're a guest and anything you would like, you only need to ask. Serious. Welcome to the Veinna Empire... at least one small hut in its village."
She exhaled a breath she had not realized she was holding and turned back to him. "Thank you... " Her arms crossed and hugged protectively around her middle, one moving up to tug her collar, making sure it was in place to cover the bruise on her neck and shoulder, which disappeared under her shirt. Now that they were out of the bustle and comotion of the warehouse a few more marks could be seen as she shifted and moved. The shirt that ended on her midrift and the skimpy skirt covered a good amount of the bruising, but around the edges they could be glimpsed and it was obvious there were ones that did not show. After fussing with the collar, her fingers played with the simple sliver chain that hung delicately from her neck.
Every move was watched with quiet fascination, though he tried not to appear as if he were staring. His smile tipped a little more and he nodded beyond the heavy door in the hall that stood open, a pale yellow light glowing from it. "This way.. the front sitting room," he waved, letting her walk ahead and look around.
She moved ahead of him, uncomfortably, she was unfamiliar with his home and felt like she was not even worthy of being the mud on the bottom of his shoes. SHe should not be in this place, all the beautiful things. I must stand out like a weed in a pristine exotic flower garden, she thought. She did her best not to stare and gawk at the finery of the house. It was a castle.. oh my goodness. She ended up looking down at her feet as she stood off to the side waiting for him to come in behind her. She felt like a cheap sl*t.. like a dirty wh*re who had no right to be in such a fine house. She was almost afraid to touch anything, Wes not normally as shy or quiet as she was now, but she felt so out of place.
The sound of glasses and liquor murmured behind her from the dark wooded bar he slipped off to as she looked about. "Something I'd like you to try. If you don't care for it, I'll bring you something else," he said, bringing her a glass of a deep red wine, sipping on one of his own. "Something you will not find for sale on any shelf. It's our own label. And not something I can easily alter and be accused of trying to liquor you into a coma. It's just wine."
Oh god they even had their own wine?? She'd heard the name Veinna before and had heard plenty of rumors... but seeing this place.. holy wow.. Wes smiled politely and a bit shyly. "Thank you." She spoke softly, her eyes no longer casting around as she felt more and more like she should try to be as unobtrusive as possible. "I didn't mean.. I wouldn't accuse you of.." Shaking her head. "I meant.. that drinking into a coma would be the only way the acohol would affect ... nevermind.. it was a stupid remark, I'm sorry."
He chuckled softly, warmly, insisting that she take the glass. "Relax. I'm not the one you need to worry about biting you here. Sorry.. there's kind of an inside joke with that. Please... sit and relax a little. C'mon," he said, motioning to a small russet leather couch. The sitting room was full of amber, gold and red in rich full tones that gave off the impression of warmth.
"Thank you." She repeated, taking the glass from his fingers and sipping the wine. A smile touched her lips and she glanced at the couch, moving to sit gingerly on the edge. Her eyes cast around the room once and she held the glass, her hands perched in her lap. Her poise was of a lady, though extremely timid at the moment and in spite of the horrendously trampy outfit that had been picked for her. Wes let her eyes fall on Rory and without realizing it, her smile brightened a little. Ice blue eyes shyly meeting his warm hues.
"Still cold? I can put the fire on if you like," he said. The fireplace was obviously a gas fueled one and currently not lit. "There's a wood stove in the living room, though. This is just a place to meet and greet."
"No.. I don't need the fire.. it's fine in here." She glanced around again and then nodded, not knowing what she should say. She chewed her lip nervously, glancing to Rory then away and back again.
"How about a late swim, wash some of the smoke away? It's still a warm night."
"I don't have a suit." She said softly.
"We have one you can use. Don't worry. My nieces have guests all the time. Change of clothes for something a little softer, too? Since I've offered to let you stay?"
She shook her head. "I couldn't possibly.." Her head continued to shake and she looked away from him. The heat rose in her cheeks, her hands and arms shifting to cover more of her middle, nearly spilling her wine. She fumbled with the glass, setting it to the table. Her hand went right back around her and she refused to look at him, her teeth working over her lip furiously.
"Wesley, what would help you relax? How about this... a warm bath, soft music, your glass, a woolly robe that you can curl into and some gentle conversation? I'm about to insist in a minute," he spoke softly, concerned like a brother or guardian might be, but smiled warmly behind eyes that seemed to look for more understanding of the girl.
"Knowing in a few hours when I go back to my apartment...I'm not going to get the shit beat out of me... might help." She chuckled dryly, turning her face further away from him. She hated the fear that had been instilled in her, she'd never been like that before.
"You make it sound like I just brought you here t... no, I didn't. I'm sorry if it came across like that, but no. I know what he is and I meant it when I asked you stay here. I want to help you get out of that life. You deserve so much better... better than that, that's for sure. I mean, look at you... y-... you're afraid to sit on furniture... it's okay, Wesley, really... I want to help you."
"I didn't mean it like that!... I wouldn't be here if I thought you were just.. a pig!" Her eyes went wide for a moment. "Goodness.. what sort of girl.. I have a pig I could have just gone home with! It's.. I don't.. he.. the things he does to me. He hurts me.. and not just when he's slapping me around for whatever reason he came up with this time." Her hands shook and she took a deep trembling breath. "I'm sorry.. I don't mean to.. just let it out on you... " She lowered her head, she was not going to cry.. no frigging way.. She'd lived through it, survived it, made it to each new day and endured the pain, always acting happy and tough and not letting it show. She covered the marks with clothes and makeup or stayed home if it was too bad.
He reached slowly for her hands to calm her. "It's okay... it's okay... shhh. I do want to help, but you have to trust me a little."
She lifted her gaze to his, her eyes burning with tears she kept trying to blink away. She nodded her head and dropped her gaze again, almost tipping into him, her fingers brushing a stubborn tear that etched itself along her cheek.
Shifting a little closer, he slipped a hand to her shoulder, offering the crux of his own shoulder for her to lean against if it would offer her comfort. "No sorries. You've done nothing wrong. Words are just words, okay? There... we've both said it and we're done. No more sorry. And I don't think you're that kind of girl, not at all. That's what makes you stand out... for me anyway. That crap he makes you wear doesn't do a thing for me, but I'll tell you what does.."
"Really? You don't think I am?" Her head touched his shoulder and she slowly eased into the offered embrace. She was crying a little more now, still fighting the tears as they flowed. "I'm glad this outfit from hookers are us, doesn't do anything for you.. I hate it!" She shifted her tear dampened face to look at his. "So tell me what does?"
"This," he grinned, shrugging her closer to him and looking into her eyes. "You have amazing eyes. And yes, we need to get you something else... more... different... to wear. My sisters... my nieces... any of the girls would be happy to let you use what you need."
"I couldn't.. no.. can't take their clothes. It wouldn't be right. I have some.. that aren't like this.. Of course.. that's back at my apartment with the rest of my stuff." She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, they opened again to gaze into his. "You like my eyes?" She asked softly, a bit of a smile showing.
"Almost as much as I like the smile now that I get to see it.. that's the first time. You don't use it much with him that I've seen... not... that I was looking.. all the time, I mean..."
A tiny laugh floated out and her smile tipped a bit more, her blue eyes lighting with the tiny sparkle of amusement. "No? Not all the time..?" All the times he'd probably seen her.. she was now more genuine in smile than she'd ever been with... She sighed, not wanting to think of it and ruin the moment. One little moment.. she held on to little moments, things like glimpsing the sunrise or a peaceful moment alone, these are what got her through the day. What made her suffer and endure instead of giving up. "Rory... what do you want from me? Please don't take that wrong.. I don't mean it rudely.. But there is some reason that you have watched, and that you talked to me tonight.. and that makes you want to help me... I just.. would like to know why? What you might be hoping for.. or to come of all this. You seem like a very nice man... but I doubt you just randomly pick some girl to rescue." She smiled a little. "I may be wrong and I'm not complaining that you are helping me... I want to be honest and straight forward with each other... I think it helps alot with that trust thing."
"Hmm... okay," he said, swallowing back the mild embarrassment as a hint of rose glanced off his cheek. "What do I want and why you? Okay.. tough ones first. Alright. I'll start with.. usually I don't pay attention. Something made me pay attention for once and that was you. I just couldn't get close to find out more until tonight. I believe in fate and opportunity... don't trust a whole lot in God to get me through so I don't expect him to help others too much. That's what I do... kinda step in... so I'm stepping if that's okay."
"So you're just stepping in.. ? I guess I don't get why? and you still haven't told me what you get or hope to get from all this."
"A few more smiles, maybe more time, a few days... more of you," he said slowly, honestly. "You made me take notice and that's something pretty rare. I don't think I want to see that disappear too soon... if ever." His own smile tipped a little more and the rose color deepened.
She sighed and brushed a finger over the light pink of his cheek, a softer smile touching her lips. "I asked for an honest answer, and that was honest.. and sweet... I rather like it." Her eyes moved over his face as her fingers caressed his cheek and jaw. "Would you mind terribly... if I kissed you?"
"Not a bit," he grinned wider, the corners of his eyes showing the tiny lines of a man who laughed often and well, though he otherwise would not seem it.
"You have a nice smile." She whispered, her soft lips brushing over his, then clinging and sinking more deeply into a tender kiss.
This needs a title
wes is shy, scared, lost... unsure.. curious.
Quite amazed at how huge the estate is, it's like a castle...
It is a castle... but it's home
"C'mon.. let me show you around a little so it's not so daunting... Mitch... you and Rich got things under control a while without me?" He nodded to Mitch at least, Richie not being seen anywhere at the moment.
Wes gave a small, nervous looking smile accompainied by and eager nod of her head. Her eyes wide and her head turning as she looked around, trying to take everything in. "My goodness... This is... wow.. you live here??"
Mitch turned with a grin. He'd seen the girl when they'd walked into the arena that night, but hadn't expected Rory to talk to her, let alone bring her home. He'd only gotten back moments before them.. time enough to change and get back to work. "Got it handled... looks like you might too," he murmured, chuckling as he ran off.
"Hey... behave or I'll have you on doubles all month, bud," he threatened, teasingly, turning back to Wesley. "Eh, don't mind him. He means well. You hungry? Want a drink? We didn't exactly get to finish the ones we started back there. Help calm you down a little?"
"If you'd like one sure.. but don't put yourself out on my account.. I can take it or leave it.. " She chewed on her lip and shrugged. "Not likely to make a difference in my state of calmness or not.. Unless your talking about drinking into a coma?"
"Okay, how about a little one, and you're not putting me out," he smiled softly, not taking his eyes off her. She was skittish and more submissive than he'd expected. "You're a guest and anything you would like, you only need to ask. Serious. Welcome to the Veinna Empire... at least one small hut in its village."
She exhaled a breath she had not realized she was holding and turned back to him. "Thank you... " Her arms crossed and hugged protectively around her middle, one moving up to tug her collar, making sure it was in place to cover the bruise on her neck and shoulder, which disappeared under her shirt. Now that they were out of the bustle and comotion of the warehouse a few more marks could be seen as she shifted and moved. The shirt that ended on her midrift and the skimpy skirt covered a good amount of the bruising, but around the edges they could be glimpsed and it was obvious there were ones that did not show. After fussing with the collar, her fingers played with the simple sliver chain that hung delicately from her neck.
Every move was watched with quiet fascination, though he tried not to appear as if he were staring. His smile tipped a little more and he nodded beyond the heavy door in the hall that stood open, a pale yellow light glowing from it. "This way.. the front sitting room," he waved, letting her walk ahead and look around.
She moved ahead of him, uncomfortably, she was unfamiliar with his home and felt like she was not even worthy of being the mud on the bottom of his shoes. SHe should not be in this place, all the beautiful things. I must stand out like a weed in a pristine exotic flower garden, she thought. She did her best not to stare and gawk at the finery of the house. It was a castle.. oh my goodness. She ended up looking down at her feet as she stood off to the side waiting for him to come in behind her. She felt like a cheap sl*t.. like a dirty wh*re who had no right to be in such a fine house. She was almost afraid to touch anything, Wes not normally as shy or quiet as she was now, but she felt so out of place.
The sound of glasses and liquor murmured behind her from the dark wooded bar he slipped off to as she looked about. "Something I'd like you to try. If you don't care for it, I'll bring you something else," he said, bringing her a glass of a deep red wine, sipping on one of his own. "Something you will not find for sale on any shelf. It's our own label. And not something I can easily alter and be accused of trying to liquor you into a coma. It's just wine."
Oh god they even had their own wine?? She'd heard the name Veinna before and had heard plenty of rumors... but seeing this place.. holy wow.. Wes smiled politely and a bit shyly. "Thank you." She spoke softly, her eyes no longer casting around as she felt more and more like she should try to be as unobtrusive as possible. "I didn't mean.. I wouldn't accuse you of.." Shaking her head. "I meant.. that drinking into a coma would be the only way the acohol would affect ... nevermind.. it was a stupid remark, I'm sorry."
He chuckled softly, warmly, insisting that she take the glass. "Relax. I'm not the one you need to worry about biting you here. Sorry.. there's kind of an inside joke with that. Please... sit and relax a little. C'mon," he said, motioning to a small russet leather couch. The sitting room was full of amber, gold and red in rich full tones that gave off the impression of warmth.
"Thank you." She repeated, taking the glass from his fingers and sipping the wine. A smile touched her lips and she glanced at the couch, moving to sit gingerly on the edge. Her eyes cast around the room once and she held the glass, her hands perched in her lap. Her poise was of a lady, though extremely timid at the moment and in spite of the horrendously trampy outfit that had been picked for her. Wes let her eyes fall on Rory and without realizing it, her smile brightened a little. Ice blue eyes shyly meeting his warm hues.
"Still cold? I can put the fire on if you like," he said. The fireplace was obviously a gas fueled one and currently not lit. "There's a wood stove in the living room, though. This is just a place to meet and greet."
"No.. I don't need the fire.. it's fine in here." She glanced around again and then nodded, not knowing what she should say. She chewed her lip nervously, glancing to Rory then away and back again.
"How about a late swim, wash some of the smoke away? It's still a warm night."
"I don't have a suit." She said softly.
"We have one you can use. Don't worry. My nieces have guests all the time. Change of clothes for something a little softer, too? Since I've offered to let you stay?"
She shook her head. "I couldn't possibly.." Her head continued to shake and she looked away from him. The heat rose in her cheeks, her hands and arms shifting to cover more of her middle, nearly spilling her wine. She fumbled with the glass, setting it to the table. Her hand went right back around her and she refused to look at him, her teeth working over her lip furiously.
"Wesley, what would help you relax? How about this... a warm bath, soft music, your glass, a woolly robe that you can curl into and some gentle conversation? I'm about to insist in a minute," he spoke softly, concerned like a brother or guardian might be, but smiled warmly behind eyes that seemed to look for more understanding of the girl.
"Knowing in a few hours when I go back to my apartment...I'm not going to get the shit beat out of me... might help." She chuckled dryly, turning her face further away from him. She hated the fear that had been instilled in her, she'd never been like that before.
"You make it sound like I just brought you here t... no, I didn't. I'm sorry if it came across like that, but no. I know what he is and I meant it when I asked you stay here. I want to help you get out of that life. You deserve so much better... better than that, that's for sure. I mean, look at you... y-... you're afraid to sit on furniture... it's okay, Wesley, really... I want to help you."
"I didn't mean it like that!... I wouldn't be here if I thought you were just.. a pig!" Her eyes went wide for a moment. "Goodness.. what sort of girl.. I have a pig I could have just gone home with! It's.. I don't.. he.. the things he does to me. He hurts me.. and not just when he's slapping me around for whatever reason he came up with this time." Her hands shook and she took a deep trembling breath. "I'm sorry.. I don't mean to.. just let it out on you... " She lowered her head, she was not going to cry.. no frigging way.. She'd lived through it, survived it, made it to each new day and endured the pain, always acting happy and tough and not letting it show. She covered the marks with clothes and makeup or stayed home if it was too bad.
He reached slowly for her hands to calm her. "It's okay... it's okay... shhh. I do want to help, but you have to trust me a little."
She lifted her gaze to his, her eyes burning with tears she kept trying to blink away. She nodded her head and dropped her gaze again, almost tipping into him, her fingers brushing a stubborn tear that etched itself along her cheek.
Shifting a little closer, he slipped a hand to her shoulder, offering the crux of his own shoulder for her to lean against if it would offer her comfort. "No sorries. You've done nothing wrong. Words are just words, okay? There... we've both said it and we're done. No more sorry. And I don't think you're that kind of girl, not at all. That's what makes you stand out... for me anyway. That crap he makes you wear doesn't do a thing for me, but I'll tell you what does.."
"Really? You don't think I am?" Her head touched his shoulder and she slowly eased into the offered embrace. She was crying a little more now, still fighting the tears as they flowed. "I'm glad this outfit from hookers are us, doesn't do anything for you.. I hate it!" She shifted her tear dampened face to look at his. "So tell me what does?"
"This," he grinned, shrugging her closer to him and looking into her eyes. "You have amazing eyes. And yes, we need to get you something else... more... different... to wear. My sisters... my nieces... any of the girls would be happy to let you use what you need."
"I couldn't.. no.. can't take their clothes. It wouldn't be right. I have some.. that aren't like this.. Of course.. that's back at my apartment with the rest of my stuff." She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, they opened again to gaze into his. "You like my eyes?" She asked softly, a bit of a smile showing.
"Almost as much as I like the smile now that I get to see it.. that's the first time. You don't use it much with him that I've seen... not... that I was looking.. all the time, I mean..."
A tiny laugh floated out and her smile tipped a bit more, her blue eyes lighting with the tiny sparkle of amusement. "No? Not all the time..?" All the times he'd probably seen her.. she was now more genuine in smile than she'd ever been with... She sighed, not wanting to think of it and ruin the moment. One little moment.. she held on to little moments, things like glimpsing the sunrise or a peaceful moment alone, these are what got her through the day. What made her suffer and endure instead of giving up. "Rory... what do you want from me? Please don't take that wrong.. I don't mean it rudely.. But there is some reason that you have watched, and that you talked to me tonight.. and that makes you want to help me... I just.. would like to know why? What you might be hoping for.. or to come of all this. You seem like a very nice man... but I doubt you just randomly pick some girl to rescue." She smiled a little. "I may be wrong and I'm not complaining that you are helping me... I want to be honest and straight forward with each other... I think it helps alot with that trust thing."
"Hmm... okay," he said, swallowing back the mild embarrassment as a hint of rose glanced off his cheek. "What do I want and why you? Okay.. tough ones first. Alright. I'll start with.. usually I don't pay attention. Something made me pay attention for once and that was you. I just couldn't get close to find out more until tonight. I believe in fate and opportunity... don't trust a whole lot in God to get me through so I don't expect him to help others too much. That's what I do... kinda step in... so I'm stepping if that's okay."
"So you're just stepping in.. ? I guess I don't get why? and you still haven't told me what you get or hope to get from all this."
"A few more smiles, maybe more time, a few days... more of you," he said slowly, honestly. "You made me take notice and that's something pretty rare. I don't think I want to see that disappear too soon... if ever." His own smile tipped a little more and the rose color deepened.
She sighed and brushed a finger over the light pink of his cheek, a softer smile touching her lips. "I asked for an honest answer, and that was honest.. and sweet... I rather like it." Her eyes moved over his face as her fingers caressed his cheek and jaw. "Would you mind terribly... if I kissed you?"
"Not a bit," he grinned wider, the corners of his eyes showing the tiny lines of a man who laughed often and well, though he otherwise would not seem it.
"You have a nice smile." She whispered, her soft lips brushing over his, then clinging and sinking more deeply into a tender kiss.