Yours and Mine

[Lovely]

June 24, 2006
daytime
Trent's apartment


Sapphira reaches down from the ceiling and grabs Trent by the collar

wakes up, looks up, shrinks back a little... "what the h.... what are you doing?"

Pouts a little and shrugs.. "Being me.. why are you sleeping? I don't want to be all alone.."

"I wasn't sleeping. I was just relaxing with my eyes closed. You're not alo-... why are you up there?"

"Because.. it's nice up here.. why are you down there?"

"Gravity?" He said, looking around, wondering why he would find it suddenly unusual. He focused on the threads that cascaded around her, realizing after a moment it was webbing and not the tatters of the clothes she'd worn when she arrived. "Nice... I see you've been decorating."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling softly in the dim light, as if they had a faint glow to them. "You.. don't mind do you?.. " She leaned down, suspended gracefully from the tiny threads and reached for him. "Do you want to come up?"

"Up? Up there...? Um.. hadn't really planned on it," he stammered a little as she flowed down to greet him. His arm reached behind his head to prop and watch her, however, intrigued to watch his resident spider spin silver around his room. "The view's pretty nice from here."

Sapph giggled softly. "Scaredy cat.. come on.. I won't eat you.. promise.." She teased him, dipping lower as the strands spun gently, flowing in silver fine shimmers across his ceiling. She came lower to hover just above him, reaching to brush a kiss to his cheek, before 'springing' back up higher. Dangling like a treat just out of his reach, she seemed content for the moment to spin her lovely web above his bed.

"Scaredy cat? Where'd you learn that one from? Not a usual 'Gil' phrase. I'm not scared. I'm comfortable where I am."

"I heard little people using it." She replied happily, hanging from a single thread, arched over him and looking at him 'upside' down now. She seemed unusually happy even though it might be hard to judge as he'd not been around her for too long. But she seemed playful.. girlish.. lithe, strong and dangling above him as she spun the strands in an intricate weave.

"You sure you're not hungry - haven't seen you smile like that in a while. Actually, it looks like you've been nibbling already," he said, noting the drip of crimson on her lip. Perhaps it was instinctive, not really panic that led him to suddenly do an inventory of limbs and checking for extra holes as he shifted the cover and patted himself over a moment.

"I ate while you were sle.. resting with your eyes closed.." She grinned, her hand curling and her finger tapping her lip absently. She watched him pat himself over and stiffled a giggle, lounging comfortably where she was hanging.

"Who... where? I thought we had an agreement you wouldn't eat the neighbors," he said, gently, not meaning to scold, but curious where she'd been before 'hanging around'

"I didn't eat the neighbors.." She waved her hand and chuckled, pausing for a moment. "I don't think I did.. it's so hard to keep track when I'm so hungry.." She twirled, spinning gently down to land in a crouch next to him, still held by the strong but delicate looking threads. Her eyes were full of shine and sparkle.. michief and tease. "Seriously.. you didn't have a dog did you?"

"Did I? No... no dog. Not that it matters now," he said, curious how much she was teasing. She sounded nearly drunk which concerned him more than the thought of the missing neighbors that might require explaining later. "Seriously... are you alright? I haven't seen you like this. I mean... it's great. I like it, but, you're... you're smiling."

[Lovely]

Her fingers brushed over her lips and she found he was correct, she giggled and nodded, nearly bouncing where she 'sat' next to him. "Is smiling that awful on me? Should I stop?" The curve of her lips indicating she had no intention of doing so.

"No," he chuckled a little, watching her reaction and finding it a little contagious. "It's not awful. Smiling is good, but it can also be... um.. well, how do I explain that it's both good and bad? Have you ever heard about the phrase about a cat swallowing a canary? The expression the cat has... because he's done something he knows his owner my not be pleased about, but he had fun doing it anyway? It's not one of those smiles... is it?"

She chuckled softly and hid her face a little behind her hand, as if suddenly shy. With the next breath she pounced playfully on top of him, draping over his chest a bit. "I suppose that depends on if you're my owner.. " She teased further, her tone almost sounded as if she was hoping he would say he was.

"Well.. um.. hi there," he said as if breath were knocked from him though he had none. His arm reached around her to prevent her springing away and he reached up to kiss her nose. "I don't think I own anybody. Not like a pet anyway."

She wiggled her nose as he kissed it, giggling softly and sticking her tongue out to lick his chin as he hovered. Her expression shifted, curious and questioning, yet still bright as she cuddled against him. "Like how then.. can I be yours.. not like a pet?"

"Well I could be wrong," he grinned as she licked him. "But.. well, it means that I'd have to like you... and I do... and that you have to like me... and we stay in the same place and do a lot of things together, so I guess... well maybe you are?"

Her eyes lit up, more her whole being lit up with a beautiful delight, her happy giggle filling the room gently. Sapph leaned forward with her hands flat on his chest. "I am? Truly?.. and are you mine.. as well?"

"I hadn't thought about it," he admitted, nestling back into his pillow, but still grinning. "Could be a lot of trouble for you... being cold all the time, hm?"

Her smile turned down into an adorable pout and she shifted above him, 'holding' down his shoulders as she settled herself to sit on top of him. "I don't mind... I like you.. even when you're all cold.. besides.. we find ways to keep warm."

"But you hate my eating habits," he said, adding to her challenge. "And that I don't sleep on the ceiling..."

"You.. don't like how I eat.. and I do not mind you not sleeping on the ceiling.. I do like to sleep in the bed with you." Her pout remained planted cutely on her lips. "You.. don't want to be mine as well?"

He shrugged a little. "Just... haven't ever thought about it like that... or at all. Never was anybody's before."

"oh." She whispered softly, nodding her head and leaning to kiss his cheek. "I'll leave you be." Her arm stretched back to spin herself a fresh cord to pull her back up to her web.

[Lovely]

"Sapphira? What... what did I say? I just said I hadn't thought about it. Not until now, anyway. It just... well it never really came up."

"You don't want to." She said softly, reaching with her other hand to stroke his cheek. "I don't want to be a bother to you."

"I didn't say that either. And you're not a bother. What did Gil do to you that you're so flighty like that? All I said was... I hadn't thought about it. I mean, let's face it Sapph. Almost a thousand years here and I'm not exactly the prime candidate on The Bachelor, here. I just never really came around for me to consider. But now... I have a girl who likes hanging around me," he chuckled softly.

She chewed her lip and glanced at him, letting the length of thread fall away from her fingers and staying where she was over him instead of springing back up to her shimmering web. "Gil.. " She shrugged and sighed softly, looking a bit like a naughty child. "..he was good to me.. but I was in the way when he wanted to work.. I spent much time alone with books and studies.. I like to be with you."

"Then stop running away from me," he murmured, offering his arm to reassure her. "Stop thinking you're being a bother or that I want you to go away. I'm just... I'm still not used to having someone around all the time. You're not like Az... she comes and goes as she pleases and for her it's a sport to see me squirm on purpose. You don't do that... and please don't try either."

"I.. I'm sorry.. that I run away. I feel things and want things with you.. I don't understand them all, have never had them before.. You do funny things to my heart and my tummy." Her smile returned as her hands drifted over her chest and belly to demonstrate. "You say things.. about how my being here makes things different in your life and I think that perhaps you would rather I go away and your life be like it was before I came."

He shook his head and followed her hand to her front to pull it back to him and her down to his side. "What kind of life is it when it's just books and scrolls and occassional Beholder to liven things up... or a much better looking demoness... certainly a better kisser."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better." She curled up and around him, snuggling close to his cool form and kissing his shoulder lightly.

"Of course I am. I didn't want to make you feel bad in the first place. I liked the smiling."

She lifted her head to look at him her expression set oddly and she shook her head gently. "You are very different.. and I like you very much for that." She leaned to offer a soft his to his lips.

"Yeah, well 'different' is like smiling... good and bad, but I guess it's accurate," he muttered, taking the kiss and trying to comfort her. "I'm glad it's something you like. I don't see that changing any time soon. The yours-mine thing, though... I"m considering."

"You don't have to.." She murmured softly, settling back beside him, with her arm draped over his middle. Her eyes drifted up to admire the webbing that made a sparkling canopy over his bed.

"Would you stop?" He chuckled lightly and looked where she gazed, the threads of silver shining in the dim light and swaying with the barest of currents. "It's not often I have beauty in my world. I'm just taking time to enjoy it, okay?"

[Lovely]

Her face turned into his shoulder and her smile could be felt there against his skin. "Then I will show you something beautiful everyday." She whispered the promise with a kiss to his arm.

"You already do," he whispered to her ear, gently kissing her neck and nibbling lightly. "And that," he nodded only slightly to the sparkling painting above them. "Is amazing. You didn't tell me you could do that."

She giggled softly and turned to whisper to him. "I can do that." She pointed to the ceiling and her intricate weave of shimmering strands. "You like it?"

"I really do. Although, some do their best to get rid of webs... this is different," he said, looking it over more and the intricate and delicate pattern. He'd only seen one other spin such things. "I still like sleeping down here," he cautioned.

She chuckled again and turned her face to look at him and share the gentle smile with him. "I'm glad you like it.. I enjoy making it.. and I like being down here with you."

"Hmm... and that being said, while you're down here with me...," he reached to the faded crimson mark that remained on the corner of her lip, kissing it away. "I'm feeling cold," he grinned.

Sapph shifted and curled to him, pulling him even closer. "Can't have you cold.. I'll just have to warm you up." She murmured softly, running her hands over his arms and shoulders.

"I suppose that's a start," he said, watching her attend him. She was warm and silvery in her own way, the manner in which she moved around him, for him. Trent sighed gently and reached around her in return. "I think I'm done considering..."

Her head tilted to the side, awaiting his decision, her eyes lifting to meet his. "Are you... and what have you decided?" Her voice was soft in the question, her warm fingers curling to massage gently over his shoulders.

"Fair's fair, right?" He smiled more than he might with another, the underlying wicked nature of his being slightly revealing his hunger beneath the admission that he wanted to be with her. "Mine," he hissed softly, seeking to slake at least part of his thirst with the heat of her pulse.