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Post by dolores haze. on Feb 14, 2010 15:25:59 GMT -5
SLIPPING OFF HER CLOTHES, Dolores moved her hips to the song playing loudly in the warehouse-sized room she was in. She was behind one of those small curtains that was only as high as her thin shoulders. Today's shoot was...strange, to say the least. She didn't understand why they always picked her for them, hell maybe she was just being naive, but she never had a problem with being naked in front of the camera. Hell, she wasn't even totally naked, she was wearing shorts. Granted, it was a jean ad and her shorts were extremely short, but who cares, right? Just an ad. Nothing more and nothing less. As she heard her name being called by the other male model who was suppose to be in the ad with her, she glanced over her bare shoulder and smiled before coming out from behind the curtain, one arm over her chest to cover her nipples. Clad in nothing but the shorts, she let one of the makeup artists add a tiny bit of shimmer to her skin before she went over to the 'stage'.
THE MALE MODEL WAS clad in only jeans and he laughed as she went over, rolling her eyes at him and then giving him the finger. She wanted a cigarette and thank goodness she got to smoke one in the shoot. Grabbing the cigarette she was handed, she stuck it between her lips and took a drag as she headed over, the photographer automatically telling them to get cozy around each other. The stage was basically just a beat up looking couch against a dark background. Almost as if by command, Dolores easily fell into place, posing as she was suppose to, not entirely minding the provocative positions. She looked almost completely comfortable as he picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms limply hanging on his shoulders, his hands grabbing at her bare thighs, and her looking down, seductively blowing the cigarette smoke into his mouth. They could have passed for lovers as the poses went on and on from him sitting on the couch and her sitting on him, one leg on either side to show the back of her jeans as she slightly peeked over her shoulder, lips just about kissing her shoulder, but not entirely. She looked like she had been doing this forever when in fact, she had only started a few months ago.
THEN THE PHOTOGRAPHER WAS complimenting them on a job well done and she was slipping away from the male model, the two laughing and joking like they were friends when really, she knew it was just to relieve the tension and the bulge she had ended up creating in his pants. Taking a drag from her cigarette, she blew the smoke out from between her full lips and was listening to the photographer go on and on about something, her one arm again around her to cover up her tits when, out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Rhett, in all his glory, standing in the large doorway. It wasn't like she could stop him from seeing the ads...they were usually on billboards, all over magazines, that kind of stuff. It as a bit inevitable and despite she only doing this to get up on his 'status level', he must have known she wouldn't be doing this forever. Sure the agency only wanted her for bikini or lingerie shows and in lustful ads, but whatever. As long as she got that reputation built up, she would do it and once it was, she could drop modeling and go find something else to fill her time. Still, she couldn't help but feel a bit guilty everytime she saw the look on his face when seeing those things or catching her doing it like right now. She couldn't help but think what on earth he must d in his spare time...There was only so much you could do with realty.
NOT BEING ABLE TO keep from grinning, she easily raced over to him, practically jumping up, wrapping her arms and legs around him and giving him a big kiss, "Bored at home?" she chuckled, putting her cigarette out on the wall and then tossing it into a nearby trash can. She kept her body pressed to his, to keep the world from seeing more of her tits than need be.
TAGGED: RHETT.
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Post by rhett osanne. on Feb 14, 2010 19:32:10 GMT -5
- - - - - Yeah, that was just it. There was only so many things you could do with realty, and Rhett had pretty much done them all all morning, he was so tired of it he was pretty sure he'd scream if someone else brought it up. Fortunately he seemed to have expertise in ignoring his own desires and thus it was pretty easy to push it to the back of his mind for the four or five hours he worked in the morning, and then end up ultimately getting what he wanted in the evening, which was making dinner slowly and the right way and seeing Dolores, talking about her day. There really was nothing else he'd rather talk about, but saying that out loud made him feel a bit pussified and thus he usually made it a point to cover up his thoughts with a blunt comment or something, and so it had been... what, two years? And he still hadn't said I love you. But then, neither had she. So it's not like it was a lone issue. Brushing his fingers through his hair, his spine pressed against the exterior of the modeling building, he brought his phone to his ear once more, listened to the ringing.. she was supposed to be done with the shoot twenty minutes ago, and not that he was one of those obsessive stalker boyfriends, but he did get worried. She was attractive, he knew how the models could be.. lord knew he'd gone out with enough of them to know. So it really wasn't a shocker that he should be challenged with letting her go off alone. Part of him wanted to get a bunch of attractive friends, because god forbid... he was jealous. So, so jealous. But he shoved that behind him too and forced himself to smile, fingers slightly shaking with the aptly developed craving for nicotine he'd acquired in their time in Paris. Pushing away from the wall, he moved slowly up to the doors and tugged on the heavy glass, noticing how it gave way so easily even though it'd seemed so formidable.. maybe it was like him, in a sense. It only seemed to help that it was transparent.
- - - - - He took the stairs up to the third floor, his lips curled around an entirely unsentimental hello as he greeted the doorman, the big burly fellow who's job it was to make sure they never said a word and no one without a pass was to go beyond those doors, just behind him. The companies couldn't risk word of their stories or their images getting to a rival company, he knew that too. Long-winded talks with the bouncer-esque gentleman before him nearly always gained him some sort of good information, and these were no exception. Stiffly making his way into the hallway beyond the imposing double doors, Rhett's shoes clicked against the floor in a sort of melodramatic rhythm, right, left, right left... and finally he was in the doorway to the actual studio, leaning against the frame of the door because he didn't want to interrupt. He could see that Dolores was busy, and suddenly all tension at the thought of her being in danger evaporated, he was left with a careful smirk as he watched his baby do her job, and do it well. He could feel the impression they'd been trying to achieve all the way from the other side of the room, and he was sure they were pleased with the outcome.. but it was a little provocative, not that he'd dare say a word on that. Him, the ex-hooker. Shaking his head, he brushed his hand through his hair again and tilted his head as she seemed to jump off set, notice him... run at him. He stepped forward, catching her in an embrace and the feeling of her soft skin automatically overwhelmed him, their lips crashing haphazardly together as he supported her, gently settling her back down on the ground but not making her back up, still keeping her tastefully covered. Photographers in the background were probably salivating at the affection that was dripping from the pair.
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Post by dolores haze. on Feb 14, 2010 20:08:21 GMT -5
OF COURSE SHE WAS glad to see Rhett, when wasn't she? Even if they were arguing over something stupid like her spilling paint on one of those white rugs he had gotten when she moved in and she had stormed out totally pissed because he was making such a big deal out of something so stupid...Well, even then she still wanted to see him-even if it meant tolerating him and his love for a silly white rug that looked like he skinned a polar bear...The animal lover inside her really did not approve. Neither did Cat. "No shit," she said it jokingly, not in a very rude way like she might have when they first met. Even then...she didn't think she really said anything completely offensive to him...minus when she hit him with the spatula repeatedly...She still giggles every single time she thinks about it. Slipping away from him but crossing her arms over her chest, she headed back over to where all her clothes was, glancing over her shoulder and sticking her tongue out at him playfully before shorts were flying off and she seemed to be rummaging for her clothes, managing to at least get her panties and bra on, "Babe, can we get something to eat? I'm starving..."
WHEN WASN'T DOLORES HUNGRY lately? It seemed like she wanted to eat something every single second of the day but normally if she was at work, they would slap her hand if she went reached over for that donut meant for the photographers and makeup artists...She had to sneak around with food...She liked food and she loved cooking it so it would only be natural that she would want to eat it, right? And already the photographer was barking at her, "Watch what you eat, yeah, D? If you pig out run that crap off! You gain another pound and they'll fire your ass." Dolores rolled her eyes, her head popping up from behind the curtain, "Fuck off, yeah? I'm hungry-I'm eating," she, again, said it playfully just as the photographer had said to her, but there was a bit more edge in her voice, easily proving that she meant it. She was never told she couldn't or could eat-she just did it. Not even a career would keep her from enjoying a king sized meal from Mc Donalds or some left over chinese food if she really wanted it.
COMING OUT FROM BEHIND she curtain, she was picking up her hair, a bit longer since she refused to cut it, and put it in a messy bun that somehow just fit her in that strange chic way of her's. Like the clothing she was wearing. Most of the models wore the typical tank top, tight jeans, and heels while she was wearing some old combat boots and clothes that practically hung on her like a rack. This was what she called comfortable though walking around naked is a lot more cozy...but it was cold out and Rhett would probably get at least a little ticked if she did so. She was already sticking another cigarette between her lips and lighting it when she easily slipped her fingers into Rhett's, taking a drag before handing it to him since he looked like he needed it more than she did, "Tell him I said I'll come by next week, yeah?" she called over her shoulder to the photographer who nodded in her direction. Thank God. No more photoshoots and no more runway shows until next week...which was officially fashion week which meant Dolores was going to be dead from jet lag. The first time she did it, she looked like a zombie and then she pigged out for a good week after that and slept in as if catching up with everything at once. Walking down the hall with her fingers laced into Rhett's, though, she knew all of this bullshit would be worth it in the end. Hopefully, "So what did you do all day other than miss me?" she smirked as she glanced over and up at him. This was the best part of most of her days-going back home and back to reality with Rhett.
TAGGED: RHETT.
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Post by rhett osanne. on Feb 14, 2010 21:03:36 GMT -5
- - - - - “Yeah, what do you want?” he questioned immediately after her statement was out of her mouth. He worried about her, sometimes, the way people treated models was more or less like a slab of meat and it seriously concerned him that he could never exactly make sure she was eating what she needed to. Dolores was a human clothing rack, all of the dancing and activity that she did made her that way, and she didn't need to be restricting food in take as well. So it was almost nature that when the photographer said something like that, Rhett's icy blue eyes automatically fell on him, “I know you don't have a problem with her eating,”
[/b][/i][/color] he stated, his tone level and his voice dangerous.. he'd knock out that asshole's lights in a second. “If you at all value your family jewels I'm sure keeping your mouth shut is on your agenda, no? And while you're at it, you could use a diet.” he heard her talking to her agent, and how they gave her shit all the time for eating when was hungry. It made Rhett's blood boil, because if she lost any more weight she'd look... skeletal. And a skeletal Dolores did not make for a happy boyfriend. He didn't give a fuck if the photographer would be offended, or if he'd just been kidding. There would be some serious ass-kicking on his part if he didn't step the fuck down and never bring it up again. Lips still curled, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in a bit to his chest, muttering some random string of german curse words that probably sounded like gibberish to anyone who didn't the language. “Yeah, anyway.. we've got cheeseburgers at the house, if you want that.. or I think there's a cupcake place somewhere around here,” but despite spending some time in Paris, he didn't really know the city that well. They'd be better suited in Munich, in which he knew every nook and cranny like it was the back of his hand. Taking the cigarette, he took a drag and could immediately feel at least one layer of the tension peeling off of him, the rest of it rolling away as soon as the two of them were alone. - - - - - “Oh... I worked for three hours.. not much to do nowadays, since the economies shit even here.”[/i] he shrugged. No, he'd thought the economy was horrible in America, but it turns out that when one of the superpowers is affected, so is the rest of the world and pretty soon he was left in a cocoon of financial security, even though the prices of everything were going up while the money earned was going down. It was pretty bad, but he was basically untouched by it, apart from the fact that the only companies he could afford at this point were essentially bankrupt. “They foreclosed Virgin Records, you know; I was thinking I might buy it. Just call me Mr. Motola.”[/color] because now it was virtually worthless, and it had been run straight into the ground... so it seemed like it would be a good move. There was plenty of talent to be signed in the world, and Rhett had just the distinctive ear to pick it out from hundreds of thousands. The trouble with that idea was his disinterest in the subject. Sighing heavily, he took another drag from the cigarette and then handed it back to her. “I worked more when I was making less, how is that even possible?”[/color] he didn't know, but it was a lot more entertaining dealing with people and traveling versus the series of automated services he dealt with now. - - - - - Stepping out onto the street, he held the door open for her and waited for her to get outside before looping his arm casually back around her shoulders and kissing her hair, “How was your day?”[/color] he asked her, lips curling into an automatic smile.. apart from the fact that she'd been topless with another man merely seconds ago, he couldn't wait to hear every detail over a delicious parisian lunch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - words: 610. [/i][/b] [/center] [/blockquote][/font][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by dolores haze. on Feb 14, 2010 21:37:22 GMT -5
TAKING THE CIGARETTE BACK, her arm remained around his waist so her thumb was hooked into one of his belt loops. She took and drag and then blew the smoke out through her full lips. Happy. Content. She hadn't been like this in a long while before she somehow ended up in Paris waking up half naked outside his apartment with a major hangover. She remembered how she had been so broken to the point where she was crying herself to sleep every night. She never did tell him why he always caught her crying all those times-he never asked either. So telling him would just be a waste of time because it was in the past, right? Sure, she occasionally (whenever she was alone) thought back about how different her life would be if her ex never passed away and they did end up getting married. She knew, most likely, she would have never made it to Europe, would most likely still be stripping, and Lionel would still be going back and forth overseas and home-every time sending her into a mini heart attack whenever he told her goodbye. But thing were so different now...She didn't have to worry about Rhett suddenly getting a phone call from some unknown boss telling him he needed to get ready because he was getting shipped out tomorrow. She didn't have to sit there alone at night worrying whether he would call or send a letter or even show up at the airport the day he was suppose to. Rhett would always be right there and she loved that...the security of knowing he isn't suddenly going to get shot by someone else in a foreign country in a battle that wasn't even his own. So she listened to everything he had to say because she, of all people, knew how easily people could be slip away. And yeah, sometimes when she was staying home and Rhett was gone for the day, she would think about it, sometimes even cry a little, but she knew it just wasn't something she would ever get over. First loves tended to do that to you.
"BECAUSE YOU WERE A high paying whore, Mr. Motola," she chuckled when he kissed into her hair. Who knew this would ever be the outcome? Other than Andy but he didn't count, "You're day just sounds so grand, I'm giddy with excitement," she smirked as she took another drag, "And my day was...eh," she scrunched up her nose. She remembered when she was at her first photoshoot and they told her to get naked on the spot. Sure, she had no problem with it, but Rhett had been right there because they were at Normandy beach and she had to pose for some long lasting makeup line thing and her outfit consisted of literally twigs, sand, sea weed, and string and viola. She looked 'natural', "I had some interview with some creepy guy...He talked about you like you were a God...I think you have a stalker," she chuckled, heading in the direction for their apartment. When he had mentioned cupcakes...She looked ready to burst out of her skin and go get it herself. She.Loved.Cup.Cakes. Especially if they had green vanilla frosting, were chocolate baked, and then had the little bat and pumpkin sprinkles on top. She didn't know why she liked them like that-but she did. Sadly enough...she wanted those burgers a bit more.
WITH THE SUN HITTING her skin, she held her arm up and turned it a little, liking how it shimmered but then scrunching up her nose. It was the same stuff she used to use while dancing around a pole back in Bridgeport, "We totally need to wash this stuff off. They had to put it on my tits and my ass...and my ass wasn't even showing this time," she rolled her eyes. It was sometimes a bit obvious that she was sick of being naked in front of the camera. It would be nice to have some clothes on-like for the runways...even if the clothing was...sheer.
TAGGED: RHETT.
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Post by rhett osanne. on Feb 15, 2010 8:55:36 GMT -5
- - - - -He frowned at her statement, slightly miffed that he hadn't been the one to put it there and yet it was still there, that horribly jealous demeanor taking over once more as he found himself needing a nap. Three hours. Exhausting. Brushing his fingers through his hair, he rested his hand on her hip as they walked, comfortably keeping her in a sort of protective embrace and subconsciously keeping her away from the road, so if an errant car did happen to come by, she'd be okay. Going the rest of the way in utter silence, it wasn't until they reached the door and the doorman pulled open the entrance that he finally spoke, and that was only to thank the man. Seriously, he didn't get the intrigue of modeling. But if it was what she wanted to do.. even though sometimes he doubted that as well. Her inspiration was nothing but a puzzle to Rhett, and yet he knew better than to ever ask her. Much like with her history, he didn't ask about that either. Sometimes when she'd thought he'd gone to work, he heard her sobbing about it... it concerned him but he really didn't want to bring up something when he felt like he had no right knowing it. Plus, what if it was something he didn't want to hear? Chances were it was. He'd never brought up his own history either, just out of polite respect because he figured she didn't want to know, either.. why would you want to know how your significant other got into being a whore? Granted, he was, at times, a little bit curious as to how she got into stripping... but never really too much. He always stopped himself. Scooping her up once they got to the door of his apartment, he kicked open the door with his foot and brought her inside, settling her back down on her feet and laughing a bit maniacally, lips peeled back in an expression of sheer joy. “Right, hamburgers..” he murmured, staring at her for a moment before his drive seemed to kick back in and he was in the kitchen, pulling out the meat and turning on the hot water so he could defrost it.
- - - - -Personally, he hated cooking meat... but it didn't really bother him to do it for someone else. Later he'd probably go get tacos or something from Wan's, the eccentric shop that seemed to have everything you could ever want and more. Or everything he could ever want and more. Running his hand through his hair, Rhett let his blue eyes settle on her once more as the water continued running, raising his voice a little bit so he could be heard over the din.. “It was an ad, non? What was it for?” his accent was strong, french/german and now a slight tinge from living in the carolinas for a couple of years, something he hadn't realized he'd had until now, when he was submersed back in his strange urban land. Dealing in French all day made that a bit more prominent... sometimes he wondered how Dolores got on without knowing the language, but then he figured she'd teach whoever it was English sooner than let them look at her like she was stupid because she couldn't speak their language. Doli didn't take shit, it was one of the aspects about her he appreciated. Feeling a bit smothered, Rhett pushed open the giant, antique gilt window in the living room and lit a cigarette, carelessly bringing it back inside to smoke it as he worked over the food. Putting the hamburgers in the pan, he stripped off his shirt and opened the small window in the kitchen, expelling the smoke out the crack and setting the shirt on the counter, his bare chest shown off to the world.. he had a compulsive urge to just do it, which wasn't surprising given his tendency to walk around in the buff. “Cheese or no cheese?” he questioned, head tilted just slightly as he positioned the square of cheese perfectly over his own burger and hovered with it over hers.. tastes changed every now and again and he never knew what she might want, so he figured it'd be best to simply ask.
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Post by dolores haze. on Feb 15, 2010 13:11:46 GMT -5
ONCE IN THE HOUSE, Dolores was almost immediately digging through the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and then was in the living room, opening another window and had one leg hanging out of it while she smoked. It as a habit of her's to always smoke with the window opened mostly because her ex used to hate her smoking habit and hated smelling it in the apartment and some habits just never really went away, "Calvin Klein Jeans," she answered his first question, eyes flickering in his direction when he took off his shirt. She loved seeing him without it...He always did look better naked, "With," she replied toward the cheese question. She wasn't a fan of cheese, but at the moment if it was loaded in calories, she wanted to stuff it down her throat. She'd maybe drag Rhett out to a club later and dance it off...or there was always giving him a private lap dance...She never objected to that. Sure stripping was behind her, but it was nice to sort of reminisce every now and again, right?
PUTTING THE CIGARETTE OUT since she had been smoking it their entire walk over and it was down to the butt anyway, she got up and came up behind him quietly, wrapping her arms around his waist and her fingers going under the cuff of his jeans so her thumbs were hooked on the outside to just sit there. Glancing over his shoulder on the tips of her toes, she took in a deep breathe and then smirked, "Smells good, mon amour," she chuckled, adding the little French accent playfully. Her voice stuck out like a sore thumb in this country and sure, she didn't know the language other than the basics, but it was enough to get by and usually, if they gave her a hard time, she would rub it in their faces that she was American and that she was the shit and then start speaking in Spanish and they wouldn't know what the fuck she was saying-which virtually lead to them shutting up and her making them look like the ignorant fool instead of the other way around. Planting a soft kiss on his bare shoulder and then his cheek, she slipped away, easily slipping off her clothes while heading to the bedroom, "We should do something tonight," it had been a while since they went out...Might as well, right? To be honest...they had never really gone anywhere fancy...ever. If she was going to be at a show, he was usually off in the front row of seats because they would actually pay him to be there and she would be backstage so they wouldn't see each other until the after party. They never went to fancy restaurants either. It wasn't like they couldn't afford it. With the salary she was now getting, they could probably by a couple of them with ease.
SO THEY WERE WELL overdue to go out and do something tonight. It didn't matter where, but they had to get out of the apartment, "I got a whole week off," she seemed excited about this. Anytime she had off she was like an excited energizer bunny ready to leap right into bed and be able to actually sleep in. She really wasn't a morning person. She wasn't cranky or anything...Just extremely quiet until about mid day when she would snap out of it and be energetic again. Her entire life she always worked night shifts-since she was sixteen and it used to be nice having all day to lounge around and do nothing. Now she usually had nights off and it was...weird. Even after doing it for a while now, she wasn't used to it entirely. Granted, she still got up to watch the sunrise and all, but she usually was right back in bed afterward-now she was working all day and it was weird to say the least.
SLIPPING BACK INTO THE kitchen, she had put on nothing but one of those silk robes she had because after eating she obviously wanted to wash the shimmer off of her. Sitting up on the counter, she glanced over at him, blowing a few loose strands out of her face. In her opinion...he was too good for her. Then again, she thought that about her ex as well. They were always too good for her, "Do you miss you're old job?" she knew it was a random question, but she did miss her's...Dancing was one of her passions and it was hard giving it up-which was why she was still in the habit of, upon waking up, suddenly being on the bedroom floor bending like a human pretzel to stretch out her muscles and sometimes it was obvious especially when music was playing and it was like she was slipping right back into the habit of dancing to any tune she heard-even if it was just moving her hips, stomach, or shoulders a tad bit.
TAGGED: RHETT.
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Post by rhett osanne. on Feb 16, 2010 17:13:22 GMT -5
- - - - - It was so deliciously casual. Just standing there, shirtless… cooking cheeseburgers. So very american and it almost seemed like he might have come from that horrible country if it weren’t for the accent, the foreign countenance and the roll of his tongue as he spoke, the tilt of his head.. Nothing about Rhett, besides some of his acquired behaviors, really belonged to one country. He was a mix of everything from all around the world and it was a little bit confusing at times to think of them all, lord knew even he couldn’t remember and he was the person who’d been there during each and every trip. The only person… the only one who’d been with him the whole time was him, and he knew he couldn’t give that up.. Because he had to at least like himself, right? That made sense. Suddenly he yearned to just curl up on the couch with a book or something, investigate his own persona through that of Sartre, Dante.. Whoever else was on hand. It didn’t matter. But then Dolores was speaking and his thoughts shifted immediately to her, focused entirely on what she might have had to say and the exact way in which she said it. Over time, he’d learned to pick up on the tones of her voice to keep track of which emotions she was feeling; it was a very handy tool and he frequently used it to make sure she was okay, when she refused to tell him so. Blue eyes took her in carefully, flipping the hamburger over and rubbing it in the coconut oil he was using as a substitute for butter or just regular oil. “Like what?” he questioned, lips curled partially. She never asked him to go out; part of him wracked his mind to see if it was some sort of trigger to remember something he’d forgotten, like an anniversary or a birthday. He was pretty sure he’d remembered both and neither were today, this day… but she wasn’t hinting she was angry and for that he was quite thankful. Besides, he’d feel like a failure if he forgot something so important, and it was so stupid… but he couldn’t help himself. He was always like that, always doting on the small facts of life and never anything that made any sense. Pushing his fingers through his hair, he grinned at her as she sat down, wearing only a robe, and wielded a spatula like a weapon as she’d once done, crossing the kitchen to hit her gently in the forehead with it and then kiss the spot. “Oh really?” he questioned, smirk still present on his lips as he leaned on the counter, just before the bar at which she was seated. “Maybe we could arrange a trip to Spain, or Italy.” speaking of Italy.. Since his shoe had fallen off, he’d had to walk home barefoot… and then he’d never found the pair. It was like they’d fallen into an abyss that’d only opened for them, and then closed right back up again.
- - - - - Standing back up, he returned to the stove and slipped the cheeseburgers onto the plates he had waiting for the two of them, paper instead of glass because he’d always hated the squeaking noises the cutlery made on porcelain, even when he was little. He’d used to refuse to eat dinner if it was on anything other than paper, or those plastic plates they sometimes had for kids. His mom despised him for it, but eventually he’d gotten used to that and the damn bone china she insisted he use. “Or Russia.. I hear Swan Lake is on now,” he shrugged casually, like his revelation meant nothing, that flying to a foreign country to see a Ballet was something he did every day. When he was younger they’d used to… for him it was a typically nonchalant comment. Sliding onto the stool next to hers, he pinched his stomach in a little bit of a upset moment, although he barely came away with anything. He was all muscle, as he should have been for the amount of effort he’d put into it. “If you don’t start feeding me right, I’m going to get fat.” he stated, bluntly, as if he weren’t in the middle of a serious offer and conversation, and then her question fell on him and he sort of dropped his fork the few centimeters from his hand to the plate. It was totally unexpected that she’d ask that, and frankly he was a little unnerved. Damn her with her mind reading, ever since the oreo incident he was positive she was better endowed than the rest of the world. “I’d like to phone a friend,” he muttered, knowing there was no chance he was going to get off the hook, trying in vain anyway. Clearing his throught, the boy brushed her hair out of her face, leaving his palm against her cheek for a minute. “I’d rather have you,”
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Post by dolores haze. on Feb 16, 2010 18:56:36 GMT -5
DOLORES HONESTLY DIDN'T THINK she would ever get used to the way he would nonchalantly bring up going to another country. She and jet lag seriously didn't mix well, especially if it was more than once in a week? And she usually had to book three seats all together. One for Rhett (unless he insisted on first class...which he usually did) and then two for her because she didn't like having her legs like that in one position for too long. She always had to stretch out her muscles...And if she didn't, she would end up getting irritated very easily and that wasn't fun, "Fly all the way to Russia to watch a show?" she used that tone she usually did at such ideas, though it wasn't the kind of tone to protest against them. Just a sort of disbelief tone that showed, quite easily, that she grew up on the lower end of the social ladder, "...what's Swan Lake? Like an opera or something?" it wasn't that she was stupid, she just honestly never really went to musicals, shows, or anything. The closest she got to that was the movies and at that she had only gone once to the movies and it had been a few weeks before he passed away to watch Superman because he had been dying to see it. After that, she refused to step inside a movie theater...not like anyone ever offered after that to begin with.
WHEN SHE NOTICED HE was basically trying to avoid the subject, she arched an eyebrow, especially with the comment he used to weasel out of it, "Mhm," she wasn't upset that he avoided it, but it was obvious that instead she was making her own conclusions and one could interpret her conclusions any way they wanted to. It was her mind, not like anyone could actually read it. And even though that comment was super corny, she was pulling her face away and letting her hair fall over it slightly because she had started blushing and hated it when he saw her blush....because he rubbed it in, "You have a fork to eat a cheese burger," she said it bluntly yet in a slightly amused tone as she picked it up with one hand since it was already on a bun, and looked like she took a giant bite but then looking down at it, there was only a tiny crescent chunk missing, "Mm," she leaned in and gave him a peck once she finished swallowing, "maybe we can go to a club or something tonight," she would pester him about her earlier question later...The burger and him shirtless completely distracted her, "I miss dancing," she admitted, though not in a coy or quiet manner. She did miss it, badly. She would prefer doing that for a living than letting people snap pictures of her and bark orders her way. She never really was that great and taking orders from people, especially if they bark them at her. She's usually the first to shove crap down their throats.
TAKING ANOTHER BITE, SHE headed back to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. At least he didn't buy Fiji water..or at least she wouldn't let him since they usually went food shopping together...She liked riding inside the cart....She seemed to finish the burger rather quickly and she hadn't even added anything to it. She didn't need to. The burger, cheese, and lettuce was enough for her. Plus it sort of had that very very light tinge of coconut...which was always a plus. Taking a swig of water, she hiccuped, from eating so fast and a slight pout came over her face. It sounded more like a squeak than a hiccup. She sucked in a deep breathe, holding it in as another hiccup came, she cheeks puffing slightly as she did so, and just as she exhaled, another hiccup came out, "Hurry," hiccup, "up," hiccup, "and finish," hiccup, "cuz' I wanna quick," hiccup hiccup, "shower with you," hiccup and she didn't bother finishing her thought because all while she was hiccuping and speaking, she was heading for the bathroom and taking off her robe along the way. Usually, she was walking around in her underwear and bra or whatever one of his shirts she had sleepily or lazily gotten to instead of her robe...So restricting.
TAGGED: RHETT.
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Post by rhett osanne. on Feb 16, 2010 21:46:37 GMT -5
- - - - - He chuckled, offering her a sort of lascivious wink that might make someone else blush, but it would probably make her grin in that adorable way.. Even though he did catch her previous cheek stain and managed to shut himself up long enough to keep from saying something about it; obviously she didn’t want him to, and he didn’t want to offend her. Might get beaten down with a spatula. “I didn’t wash my hands,” he said it like it was just another conversation piece, making a point to bring a hunk of cheeseburger to his mouth and take the meat off of it with his teeth. Somewhere deep inside that cultured shell, Rhett was a five year old boy totally intent on grossing the girl he liked out as some warped, retarded way of wooing her. Apparently he’d done something right in pushing her away and growing progressively more frustrated with her persistent antics, because she did cave in and now they were together. Even if neither one of them would admit it. Pretty positive he’d gotten away with not answering her question, Rhett chewed, swallowed, and took another bite of the cheeseburger before he finally managed to get out what Swan Lake was without seeming like a Neanderthal. “It’s a ballet in Moscow,” he shrugged “Thought you might like to go,” but she didn’t have to, of course she didn’t. It was just something he thought she might want to do eventually.. And if she didn’t, she didn’t. Not that big of a deal for him, really. There would be plenty of other opportunities for them to travel wherever the fuck they wanted. He’d promised for their one year anniversary, she could randomly pick a country or a place and they’d go there, and spend however long she wanted there. Some part of him hoped that by showing her all of this, she’d be happier with him… because even he knew he really wasn’t that pleasant. It would be like sleeping next to a porcupine, like spending all your time with Helen Keller. Absolutely fruitless and sort of irritating.
- - - - -“Dancing, huh? But I can’t dance.” he shrugged, showing that he’d end up going anyway.. Because all she had to do was say she wanted it, and he’d be the first one to cough it up. He wasn’t even at the stage of denial, he’d never gone through it. Rhett was whipped beyond all possible belief and it was sort of pathetic, all he thought of was Doli, all he ever wanted to do was her. It sucked ass sometimes, especially when she was busy and he felt.. Useless. Because he only worked three hours a day. Someone needs a hobby. Some semblance of joking was present in his tone anyway, because he was pretty well versed in the ways of the club.. It was hardwood sex, and that was it. He could do that. Wasn’t like he hadn’t been paid for it before. “You know, they have a dance studio right around the block..” he mentioned casually, finishing off his cheeseburger and leaning over the bar to put it in the sink, eyes dubiously following her as she did that thing where she stripped down the hallway… All. The. Time. it was like torture not to go after her, believe him. He’d tried it once and just about had a stroke. Or a.. um. Problem. Anyway.
- - - - -Climbing in the shower after her, he grabbed a wash cloth, got it when and slowly started scrubbing the sparkles off of her back, dipping lower with each spiral… “Babe, they irritate your skin a little…” he frowned, the spattering of red specks evident along the tanned flesh of her spine. It wasn’t a bad reaction, but he couldn’t imagine something like that would be good for you. Bringing his lips down to her shoulder, his free hand roaming across her stomach as he tossed the wash clothe into the corner, his other hand traveling down her thigh… well, at least he got to sleep in in the morning, this was the start of a very long, fun night.
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Post by dolores haze. on Feb 16, 2010 23:38:06 GMT -5
SWAN LAKE HONESTLY SOUNDED nice. In a way it sounded relaxing and God knew she needed to just relax. It wasn't just the modeling thing, but the fact that, now, especially after reading that book that was now sitting on her night stand, everyone in the world that had access to said book might be able to figure out who it was and put two and two together. After all, the book ended with her in Paris and him pointing out that at the rate she and Rhett were going, he might as well just get her pregnant...Which wasn't cool. He insulted Rhett throughout the entire book, claiming how he was just a self absorbed asshole who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and couldn't appreciate 'beauty right in front of him'. Obviously he did appreciate 'beauty' (Dolores really didn't like the way he kept calling her beautiful...it was creepy-like the rest of the words on any page) because, hey, he was washing the glitter crap off her skin. Not a lot of people would do that-for anyone. And then letting her move in with him? Saving her from those goons at the club (she had finally gotten the real story out of him...)? Putting up with her stupidity, because she had to admit she was pretty stupid sometimes...They could be having a very serious conversation and she'd bust out laughing because right out the window she saw a pigeon poop on some guys shoulder... And though she could say he put up with her practically always having her hand down his pants, but she was pretty sure he didn't mind that she liked sex basically as much as he did-but only with him...Just Rhett.
"YEAH BUT THERE'S NOTHING like dry humping you in front of everyone," she smirked while playing with the bubbles that had formed from the soap, arching her back slightly and gently out of habit when he started scrubbing lower, "Hmm...I told them to use my stripper glitter but they wanted to use expensive crap," she chuckled. Stripper glitter. She was way too used to putting that on every time she went out at night unless it was for a show. Going out to dinner-even if it was just to Wan's fucking Bistro-the glitter went on. It was a bad habit and it wasn't like it was totally obvious-Rhett seemed to like putting it all over her anyway. It was just the slightest of shimmers and not overpowering like the stuff they had put on her today. As his hands roamed, she turned around to face him, the bubbles like a mini mountain in the palms of her hands and she put them around jaw and on her upper lip, "Ho ho ho," she laughed, completely unable to do the deep jolly "Ho" of Santa Clause, "Can you believe it? You're dating Santa...you must get all the best presents...lucky bastard," she laughed again, glad her hiccups had finally let up so she wouldn't end up sounding like a chipmunk.
SO AFTER THEY HAD their fun in the shower, in more ways than one, she slipped into the bedroom after Rhett, jumping on him in all her naked glory to tackle him to the bed. They had what? All night. They could take their time going to the club...Hell, if need be they could always just stay home and she could give him his own private show...But, Dolores would have to admit (only to herself) that she liked walking around on Rhett's arm. She liked walking into a club and being the one dancing with him. She liked to brag, not like he was a trophy or accessory or anything, but to brag about, "Hey look how fuckin' happy I am and yes, the sex is great. So you can fuck off now, kay thanks." At the moment, however, that was far from her mind, her hair damp, her legs on either side of him as she smirked, "Should I get the spatula?" she chuckled, unable to refrain from bringing that up. So he had a killer hang over...and she made it worse by beating his face. She was surprised he hadn't just kicked her out right then and there...along with them barely being able to disconnect themselves from each other after that... Leaning in, she smiled softly before happily locking her lips onto his while her fingers clawed at his chest and abs. He was delicious, inside and out and even though she did have her doubts at times about a lot of things-he was just never one of them.
TAGGED: RHETT.
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Post by rhett osanne. on Feb 18, 2010 20:32:23 GMT -5
- - - - - “I didn’t sign up for this.” he stated bluntly before reaching up and using his index finger as a razor to shave off the beard she’d put on her skin, his lips curling up in a sort of unwilling grin. She could do that to him, make him laugh at nothing even though usually he could be best described as stoic and Mr. Serious. By himself he never let a sort of smile fall onto his lips but as of late he didn’t seem to have much of a choice, and it always ended up in Doli doing something stupid, no matter how hard he tried to go back to being his old self. She just brought out the amused side of him and even when they were mad, he couldn’t help but laughing along with her. She seemed to be so happy with life… even if there was sometimes the small hint of sadness and the determination behind it all that really did scare him. If he was being honest, he’d much rather she never step foot inside a studio then have her doing all of that for whatever reason she was. He didn’t want to share and when he had to, a little piece of his trust and dignity fell away. He never thought he’d have it this bad for someone. He never thought he’d have it this bad for Doli, but he did. He had it worse than he could ever have imagined it before and sometimes it scared him too… hands sliding down her sides, he paused…
- - - - - He winced, laughing before grabbing her wrists and flipping them so he was hovering over her waist, her beautiful naked waist.. There really was nothing like it. By now he’d already put on a pair of pants, so it wasn’t like they were literally wrestling naked.. Although she didn’t appear to have a trouble with that and frankly, neither did he. Lips curling in a seductive smile, he tilted his head shifted so he was holding her hands in one of his palms, his long fingers wrapped around both of her small fists so she couldn’t get away if she wanted to. With his other hand, he mercilessly began to tickle her, laughing along as she squirmed uncomfortably.. “Nah, I don’t need a spatula.” he stated finally, getting off of her easily and moving so he was laying next to her, taking a deep breath to calm himself. It was so much fun just goofing around with her, even if ninety percent of his day was spent alone. Usually they spent the night hours together.. But soon they’d be together a whole lot more because she had the time off and it wasn’t like his job was really time consuming on any level.
- - - - - Standing, he crossed to the side of the room and opened the window, going out onto the balcony with a slight peaceful expression on his face. There were windows everywhere in the apartment, it was the way they’d set it up when he was little so wherever he was, they could bring him outside and point out the cars, the colors of the cars.. Whatever. He was a trilingual little kid, so whenever they taught him one word, they had to teach it three more times and it was pretty overwhelming, but it was worth it in the end. He could remember putting together sentences in three languages all at once.. Pulling a cigarette out of the pack that was sitting in the shelf under the ledge, he put it between his lips and lit it up, turning it so he could watch the cherry burn with a slightly amused expression on his structured features. He’d always had a slight fascination with fire as well, the ability to destroy whatever it touched and yet still cook food, make it so you weren’t losing limbs to frostbite.. Contradiction in things had always amused him. Lips upturned at the corners, he turned back to her and used his hands to help him up onto the ledge, sitting with his bare back to the city and the traffic beneath him, the chilly wind blowing across and leaving Goosebumps where it caressed. “When are you going to be ready?” he questioned, head slightly tilted like an obedient puppy. Thank god she’d stopped crying, because even when he didn’t like her… no one liked seeing someone else pour their eyes out by themselves in strange places. “Hey..” he stated, on a totally different train of thought than a moment before.. “do you still have that piece of glass from the beach?”
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Post by dolores haze. on Feb 18, 2010 21:42:34 GMT -5
ONCE HE WAS UP, she had gone over to the closet, disappearing in the large walk in where one entire side was her's and the other his. She had all her old clothes in the back, somewhere i the second row of hangers, and in the front row was all those designer clothes he had gotten for her since he, apparently, liked to spend money on her materialistic wise and she, obviously, could care less. Money wasn't a big issue for her even if she used to live paycheck to paycheck and eat based off the tips she got from that very night. Rummaging through it for all of about five seconds, she ended up closing her eyes and just grabbing something. At least it was a dress and though she didn't wear them often, they were easier to dance in-less restricting. Sure, Dolores wasn't the type to get dolled up everyday, she was more of a just wear anything...make up is so annoying... sort of gal but if she had to get dressed up for something or someone she could definitely rise to the occasion. Granted, she still would chose outfits at random, once she chose one article of clothing, she was easily just snatching up the rest.
SO WITH THAT TINY dress on, she got on her heels and jewelry in a heart beat. He was lucky she wasn't the type to take forever getting ready...Or he would have been fucked. Especially if she wanted to go? No one had to tell her twice before she was ready and out the door waiting in the entrance. So when he asked, she was already walking out and glancing over at him, going over and stealing his cigarette from him. She liked her cheap ones better, far too used to the taste of Newports to switch over to his fancy ones, "Yeah," she blew the smoke out, away from him so it went out the window, "It's up on the shelf in the closet," she handed the cigarette back to him before slipping away again, grabbing a brush off the dresser to brush her hair out. Thank God it wasn't usually knotty because that would just hurt, "Why?" she asked curiously before simply giving a light shake of her head and being completely ready. No stripper glitter tonight...They just took forever washing off the other stuff.
SHE REMEMBERED HOW IT was back before she even knew Rhett existed. It wasn't exactly the epitome of a happy time in her life, if anything the opposite. She was so utterly lost back then; lost in the dancing, painting, drugs, alcohol, stripping, pain, stress, and loneliness that was her existence. The only way to really even let that crap out was by crying and it usually just happened. She would be thinking way too much on a subject she shouldn't be and the next thing she knew she was crying extremely quietly, even if she was walking in the middle of the street in the dead of night. She never cried for no reason-only when it was too the point where it just ached that badly that she just didn't feel like holding it in any more. He had caught her a few times...but it was never bad enough, really. It wasn't like when she first moved to Bridgeport and she would lock herself in her bathroom and get in the bathtub and just curl up and sob whether it was from fear of forever being stuck in the rut she was in or because of just every single memory that kept taunting her so she couldn't sleep at night. But yes, she did stop the sobbing all together but sometimes, if she was alone or at least thought she was alone in the apartment, it would just hit her like a ton of bricks but she would only tear a bit. She was far too content with herself to really sob about anything...Unless she and Rhett broke up-that would destroy her...But she knew that wouldn't happen.
RUNNING HER FINGERS THROUGH his hair, she let her arms rest on his shoulders as she looked out at the view and then back at him, brushing her lips against his softly but not entirely kissing him, just being a silly tease as she tended to be. Honestly, if he did read that book, she couldn't help but admit that her 'father' did know her like the back of his hand...to some extent. She was effected far too much by the people that surrounded her daily and she was constantly trying to prove that she was better and stronger and that no one's little words could tear her apart. They couldn't, unless she cared about them deeply. Then every word that spilled out of their mouth she was hanging onto for dear life hoping it would be the tiny bit she needed to finally forget the bad memories and start looking forward to the good.
TAGGED: RHETT.
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