Relaxing [Tag: Lucas]

[recluse]

The wound on his lip was still bothering her, even though Gracie knew that it wasn't her fault. Well, in a way it was her fault, because she'd asked him to kiss her, and she was the one with the highly venemous fangs... But either way, no matter who's fault it was, it could have been worse. She was at least thankful for that.

"Did you want a beer or anything?"

Yeah, he'd already had plenty. It was just habit, asking.

What she really wanted to do was just flop down on the couch and relax. She'd had her busy period for the day - it was time to settle down and wait for Pyro. Like a spider in her web, though Gracie wasn't waiting to catch anyone and suck out their innards. She was glad she hadn't gotten that part when her mutation had surfaced.

[impact]

Leaving his boots on, Lucas stretched out on the couch. He nodded to her, half grinning until that cut in his lip stung again. Coughing to mask a wince, he waved her off. "Yeah, sounds about right. Then get your ass back here, looks like that Meatwave marathon is on for a second day."

He dug the tip of his tongue into the fang wound while she walked away just to keep his body from reacting to her. Sure they'd screwed so many times in the last 24 hours he could hardly move without something aching, but they'd just had a few good rows, and the makeup session hadn't even begun.

Would have to wait until they got wherever they were going.

[recluse]

It only took a moment before she'd returned, looking at him stretched out on the couch for a moment before sinking to the floor and resting her head against him. One hand reached back to offer Lucas his beer, the other holding her own to her lips for a long swig.

"Alright." Gracie grinned up at the television. How could you go wrong with Meatwave?

She was still curious about his bag, what he'd been so worried about ever since they'd picked it up. She wasn't about to ask, though - didn't seem like the best way to keep things running smoothly. Instead, she just stretched her own legs out, her ankles crossed. Relaxing with a beer, watching Meatwave - yeah, that sounded like an awesome plan until they heard from Pyro.

[impact]

When she sat down, he took her beer from her gently and pulled her arm until she got up, wrapping her in his arms and dragging her onto the couch with him. Scooting so his back was pressed tightly to the couch he lay on his side so there was room for her, then awkwardly grabbed her beer again and handed it to her.

His free arm wrapped around her middle like a python and held her tightly to him.

"Who's that bitch that's always up on his shit again? I like her."

[recluse]

"Hmmm?"

It was a little... distracting, being pressed up against him like that. Yeah, she was well aware that her body likely would rebel if they did what she couldn't get her mind off right now.

"You mean the Salami Seductress?" Sure enough, the scantily-clad woman - all in skintight red - appeared on the screen, sauntering over to Sidesalad and touching his shoulder. Apparently she was learning - Meatwave didn't fall for her tricks anymore, not since the first time when she'd managed to get him under her spell.

Still, poor Sidesalad had very little hope - he didn't have his own Asparagus Angie to keep his heart and mind pure. God, Gracie was having trouble keeping her own mind pure - Lucas was so... distracting.

Her arm curled around his, holding herself to him, and she somehow managed to relax, even though it was the furthest thing from her mind.

"You can see over me, right?"

[impact]

"Yep."

He liked the Salami Seductress. She was... dirty. There was something about her confidence he found attractive. But then, he'd likely have dealt with her far differently than Meatwave had.

And he liked the way Gracie was better. Tough, direct, and sexy in a way that wasn't shoved in your face. It was new to him. He was very used to things being shoved in his face. Sometimes when he really wasn't interested.

Again, he dealt with it differently than Meatwave had.

Resting his head on his arm, he smelled Gracie's hair as he watched the cartoon over her head. His hand idly rubbed her belly through her shirt, occasionally grasping the fabric of it in a loose fist. He'd very rarely been this close to a woman without being naked. It felt undescribably good, but it was also giving him a problem he wasn't likely to be able to get rid of on his own.

Shifting a bit, he tried hard not to bother her with it. He knew she was likely as worn out as he was.

"You smell good Gracie," He murmured half consciously.

[recluse]

It was becoming increasingly obvious that she wasn't the only one having trouble concentrating on Meatwave.

Of course, this knowledge didn't actually help things any, especially when combined with her body's absolutely understandable response. It was not the time or the place, though, as much as she really didn't want to care about that. Still, the idea of Dom or Roy walking in... Combined with the knowledge that she'd probably be left out of action for a while if she did act how she wanted to, Gracie was left feeling a little antsy.

"Mmm? Um, thanks." She didn't really know how to respond - she wasn't trying to smell good for him or anything, after all. While she supposed that other girls did that kind of thing, Gracie Smith wasn't exactly like most girls.

God, she wanted him to kiss her neck, but she really didn't think she'd be able to control herself if he did that. So she took a careful sip of her beer before putting the bottle carefully beside the couch, and shifted back into him. She felt that she could lie like that forever, although the tension would probably get to her after a while.

Grabbing his hand, Gracie pulled it up and planted a kiss on his knuckles, hugging his arm to her chest. She thought about saying something, but there didn't seem to be any need for conversation - she was content to just lie there with Lucas, beer and Meatwave.

What more could a girl want?

[avalanche]

The last 20 hours had been all kinds of exciting for Dominic Petros... and only half of that thought was sarcastic. He got to see more of Gunslinger's shooting tricks, for apparently he seemed to need to vent off energy by blasting... it was the only thing Dom could imagine, since he didn't imagine that the kid needed any more practice with those precisely aimed and measured attacks. He made note to ask the guy when they got a bit closer.

Of course, that wasn't really the excitement. Lucas and Gracie were a lot of it...what with the magical, noisy combination of shower-screw-fight-screw-shower-fight-fight-screw-shower that happened. Well, maybe with not so many showers. Fighting on the front lawn, fighting upstairs, heading out, apparently fighting there. Goodness gracious. He'd hoped they would stop pussyfooting about as if they hadn't been bangin', but still!

So when he walked out of the bedroom he'd been camped out in (he gracefully decided to move his sleeping area into a bedroom instead of on the living room floor,) he covered his initial facial expression with a well placed yawn. Best to shield everyone from the idea that you were judging your surroundings by seeming casual and unreadable.

They were there though, hangin' on the couch. Lucas looked like he'd been hit in the mouth or something...

“Damn dude, what the fuck happened to your face?” Dom asked, heading across the living room and toward the kitchen.

[impact]

Brushing his fingertips across Gracie's cheekbone in a rather tender gesture just before Dom got around the couch enough to see, he took her face in his hand a little more firmly and shook her a bit, smirking at Dom.

"Bitchlips here took a bite out of me. Didn't you honey." He nodded her head for her, then let her go, prepared to tickle the hell out of her if she got mad.

Unable to help himself, he laughed and looked back at Dom. "Sleep okay man? Hope they've got better beds where we're headed."

[recluse]

"I'll do it again if you're not fuckin' careful, too." Digging her elbow into his side, Gracie sat up, turning around to bare her teeth at him quickly.

The elbow was more for the 'honey' than the 'bitchlips'. As long as Lucas didn't start calling her Gracie in front of everyone, he'd get away intact.

Mostly.

[avalanche]

Dom's heart had sped up when he saw Lucas grab her face. He'd been on the street long enough to see his fair share of horribly abusive relationships with totally fucked up girls that would stick it out with assholes for no reason whatsoever, and it took him a half second to remember that Gracie wasn't like those other girls – especially after her response to it.

Hmmm... must be some sort of S&M thing. Fuckin' weird.

Oh well, who am I to judge? Better take advantage.

“Now Bitchlips, I thought I raised you better than that. Go for the jugular, not the face.” He said with a look of mock sternness, one hand on his hip and the other pointing at her. Then he disappeared into the kitchen, and began to piece together a lunch of leftovers. Now assuming that Lucas didn't need immediate death, he'd answer the question:

“Slept like a baby.” He lied, “though yeah, turns out the floor doesn't make the highest quality of bed. Who knows, maybe Pyro's camped out at a five star resort in an non extradition country? Pullin' the old Wesley Snipes maneuver? How about you guys. How's the old... stuff... uh, going?”

[impact]

Picking up Gracie's hand, he kissed her knuckles, then play-bit her fingers, making the same baring teeth face at her that she'd pulled at him.

Sitting up a bit, he grabbed his beer and took a drink, half hollering to Dom in the kitchen.

"So today's the day, right? When's he showin' up."

[recluse]

All she did was roll her eyes at Dom.

Everyone's a fuckin' smartass.

She had a feeling that there'd be a bit of an interesting conversation between the two of them once they got a chance to talk without Lucas around - hopefully they'd get a chance wherever they were going to. Not that she was particularly looking forward to it - Dom had already made how he felt about Lucas more than clear.

Boys. They gave her a headache sometimes.

Bending down to get her own beer, Gracie gave Lucas a half smile, wrapping her lips around the bottle in the same way that had gotten him so interested the day before.

[avalanche]

Dom frowned thoughtfully, and piled his plate high with leftovers. Tossing it in the microwave, he set it and leaned against the door frame watching Meatwave over their heads.

“Well, pretty sure today's the day. Just haven't received a confirmation on time yet. Anything we need to do around here before we head out? I saw that the garage door somehow got busted.”

Yeah. Big mystery as to how that happened.

“Don't know about you guys, but I'm ready to get this thing moving.”

[recluse]

When Dom came back in, Gracie finished taking her swig and nodded as she swallowed, doing her best not to smile over at Lucas.

Instead, she turned around to look at Dom properly and smiled at him. Not the same smile she wanted to direct at Lucas, though. Because she didn't smile like that at Dom.

Well, it was Dom.

"Nothing I can think of. Need to get all my shit together, but that won't take long." She needed to take down her hammock, too, which would take a bit more effort, but she'd manage.

She did her very best to look innocent about the garage door.

"Looking forward to getting out of here, yeah." She didn't bother making her own comment about beds, even though she was thinking it.

[Gunslinger]

Roy walked out of the study where he'd spent the night, sitting up against the wall. It was a handy trick he'd picked up over years of spending the night wherever he could: if you could sleep sitting up, you could find a lot more places than otherwise.

Setting his bag down by the door, he leaned against the doorframe and looked at the other three, his eyes stopping on Lucas. "Y'know, my mom taught me that running into walls is a bad thing."

[impact]

Luke's hand fell to the small of her back and he let it rest there, not making a motion but feeling electrified by the touch of her skin. What was she doing to his head?

Sitting up a bit more to look over the couch at Roy, he frowned. Maybe he meant the noise they'd made up and down the second floor last night. Maybe he was making a crack about the garage door. Lucas was concerned but not half as concerned as he let on; Barbosa would deal when he explained what happened. The two had a better relationship than he'd let on.

"Say what now?"

[avalanche]

(ooc Rob, go ahead and post next since you're in a bit of a conversation - or at least Lucas is asking Roy something)

[Gunslinger]

Roy gave an amiable grin, walking through the room towards the kitchen. "Your lip. One would assume that the son of a rock troll would split his lip only after running headfirst into a wall a few times. All in all, not an advisable trait."

Stepping through the kitchen door, Roy pulled open the fridge. "Anything breakfast-wise in this house?"

[impact]

Lucas looked after Roy, narrowing his eyes a bit. He appreciated a little slang. Even a bit of lighthearted joking. But that bullshit… who did this kid think he was?

Looking at Gracie for a second, he let his eyes trail back to the smartass, saying nothing for the time being.