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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Aug 3, 2012 19:45:24 GMT -5
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the apartment building just off the main street of carmel was, thank goodness, not one of the trashier complexes in the area. the housing in california wasn't exactly fabulous, and it wasn't exactly cheap, but harper had lucked out with this place. it wasn't outrageous, and, just like the city of carmel, it was cute and quaint. how fitting, right? after living here for months, she still knew no one in the surrounding apartments, but she had managed to make herself at home. it looked just the way she wanted it to, her parents had made sure she was able to fit it to her liking, providing the funds necessary to do so. they didn't always get a long, that was for sure, but they always took care of her. relying on her parents for money wasn't something she was interested in after all those years of denying them and struggling to find harmony with them. they had stuck by her, though, and she guessed she loved them for that or whatever.
her apartment was finally fixed up and didn't have mess all over the place, which was doing wonders for harper's stress level. all the clutter was on the verge of driving her nuts. finally, though, she'd taken a day away from everything to deep clean the place and put everything in order. in the midst of all that, she'd managed to get internet hooked up, so she could actually get on her laptop. she was lounging in her living room, feet kicked up on her coffee table, as she I.M.ed her best friend. after arguing with him for quite some time, she'd convinced him to bring her some food, which was fucking fantastic, since she'd worked herself too hard for the day and hadn't had a proper meal. there was only so much you could do working off protein bars and smoothies.
looking down at herself, she decided it was about time to change out of her gym clothes if he was on the way over. hurry the fuck up.(: she messaged him, logged off, and rested the computer down on the coffee table where her feet had been. the shower was certainly calling to her, welcoming her. her bathroom wasn't all that big, but it was a good size for her, and she had access to it directly from her bedroom. the water took awhile to get warm, but after testing it with her hand, it was perfect. harper's showers didn't take long. she didn't understand girls who just stood in the shower for thirty minutes, there was really no need for it, at all. her shower took less than fifteen minutes, a completely reasonable time in her book. and, walking into her room, she found her favorite pair of yoga shorts and t-shirt to put on. she didn't exactly dress up for gambit, there was no need. he'd seen her without make up at all, not that she liked that he had. he wasn't exaclty thrilled with the appearance either, she was sure. that was the curse of wearing make up; as soon as you don't wear it, you look like a fucking alien. looking in the mirror, her make up was faded, so she retouched her eyeliner and her smokey eyeshadow, just a bit. it was a little worn, but it looked good that way, she thought. tipping her head over, she scratched her head with the towl until her head was as dry as it could be.
this was about the most preparation she liked to do for any given person. harper wasn't the type to make herself look attractive every time she walked out of the house. the girl had no one to impress, why waste time with it? of course, a lot of the time, she liked to look good for her, so if she was doing anything besides going to work out, she halfway made an attempt to look cute. it wasn't often that the girl got to wear something other than her work out clothes. but tonight, they were staying in, and harper was beyond grateful for that. her muscles ached from working so hard and all she wanted to do was lay down. and eat. a lot. walking into the kitchen, she found a bag of microwave popcorn and threw it in the microwave. they could use a snack even after their meal while she watched tv. she pulled herself up onto her counter across from the microwave and leaned back, waiting for gambit to show up, which should be any minute at this point.
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Aug 13, 2012 9:33:46 GMT -5
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FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE to be one hundred percent honest with himself, gambit didn't have a clue in the world as to why he'd made a full coarse meal with no one but shock and barrel to accompany him. food has always been one of his favourite pastimes, but cooking and setting up his dining room table for a somewhat romantic dinner was way off gambit's usual dining routine. even when he was expecting someone to join him, he didn't go all out, and the only time he brought out the good wine was when he was trying to score points- not when he just wanted something nice to go with his meal.
for some reason, all he could think about was harper. not in a specific way or anything, but he'd subconsciously decided while setting things up that he wanted to spend dinner with her. that was more than likely the reason as to why he'd made sure to grab out his better dishes, or the fact that he'd tidied up the main level of the house a bit while he cooked. naturally, he argued with himself inwardly as to why he was taking so much care in setting his house up for her; it was just so he didn't look sloppy, or like any other bachelor out there, inviting his female friend over for dinner. not because he wanted to spend any quality time, or maybe try and let her in a little bit more than he'd already managed to allow.
but in typical fashion for gambit's life, harper had other plans. sure, she wanted to have dinner still, but leaving her apartment was out of the question. luckily for her, gambit didn't have a lot of patience for arguing over an instant message window, and he gave in, even though he knew he'd have to put his dining room set up away at some point after returning home from her side of town. so after signing off, he let the dogs out one last time after feeding them their small shares, packed up the food and wine, and locked up the house.
he received her text message as he was getting everything into his truck, making sure that it was all secure in the passenger seat before bothering to check it. a bit of a smirk pulled at the corner of the right side of his mouth when he finally flipped the screen to his messages, completing it with a roll of his eyes. after firing off a quick response back about her patience, he pushed the s10's key into the ignition and fired his baby up. pulling out of his driveway, gambit shifted the gear into drive and he was on his way, trying to ignore the delicious smell of his hawaiian chicken the entire way.
parking in a visitor's spot, gambit got out of the truck and rounded to the passenger side after the engine was cut. grabbing out the food, he closed the door with his free hand and locked the truck as he started towards the building. luckily, someone had been walking out of the building just as gambit had gotten there, and they held the door for him, assuming he lived there from the amount of stuff he was carrying. gambit just offered a fake smile and shuffled past them, focusing on getting to harper's floor. once he found himself outside her door, he gave it a quick rap with his knuckles before inviting himself in; she knew he was coming, so if she was indecent, that wasn't his fault. closing the door behind him, he shuffled out of his shoes awkwardly. "hoooooooooney," he called out with a bit of a goofy smirk, glancing around to try and find her before she laid eyes on him. "i'm hooooome." as he finished his introduction, he poked his head into the kitchen, finding her perched on top of her counter.
moving into the room so that the wine was hidden from her sight, he moved to the counter space beside her and started to set the large containers down that held the food. he could feel the heat still melting off the sides of the plastic dishes, so it wasn't that big of a surprise when his stomach made a rather loud, obnoxious growl. "why the fuck are you making popcorn? you're gonna spoil my fabulous dinner." he spoke the second sentence with a little bit of a lisp, throwing in a hand motion to add to his fake voice. although, he was being serious- if she fucked up her appetite on something like popcorn, he was gonna lose it. he had slaved over this meal for her, and she had made him come to her, dammit. the nerve of some women.
"i'm assuming we're eating this in your living room?" he asked, although he had a good idea as to what the answer would be, regardless. opening up the dish cupboard, he pulled down two plates and set them side by side. opening up the containers, he glanced over at her to make sure she was paying attention while he instructed her on what each container held. "hawaiian chicken. this is the chicken, obviously," he started as he pointed to the grilled chicken breast in the closest container. "rice with some cilanto tossed in there," he continued on, shaking the rice container to show some of the green leaves that were mixed within. "and, lastly, here's all the pineapple shit. it's got the juice, obviously, some ketchup for flavour, bit of soy sauce, and a little bit of garlic. i usually save it for last, but whatever." grabbing the drawer in front of him, he pulled it out, withdrawing two forks. fishing two steak knives from the block on the counter, he laid everything out accordingly to the plate. lastly, he grabbed a large spoon to scoop out the diced pineapple pieces and rice from their containers.
eagerly, he served himself without worrying about harper's portions. he could probably eat the entire four-person serving meal by himself if he wanted to, but for the sake of his body shape and running the risk of looking like a pig, he just stuck to the usual sizes you'd imagine on a healthy man's plate. after his dish was set up, however, he turned his attention to the wine. "you wouldn't, uh, happen to have some wine glasses, would you?" he asked as he side glanced her, arching an eyebrow slowly. "i mean, we could drinks this like hill-billies, no one's here to see it. but i thought i'd ask, just in case." with a smile, he raised the bottle of red wine, discreetly keeping the date covered with his thumb. he wasn't sure if she'd point it out and question him about the bottle; it was a rather aged bottle of wine, one that most would only keep for special occasions. he just didn't want her getting the wrong idea.. or did he?
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Aug 15, 2012 23:41:23 GMT -5
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when harper first met gambit, he hadn't exactly come across as a particularly refined chef by any means. he seemed like he was the type of guy that ate out a lot, enjoyed mac and cheese and cereal. however, one of the first times she ever went to his house, she'd been hungry and scrounged the fridge for food to eat only to find there were containers of left over food, finely cooked, packed in his fridge. he didn't have a whole lot of people to share his food with, it seemed, because harper had had a lot of options as to what to eat that day. that was when she began to realize that there was a lot about him she wouldn't know about him for quite some time. that was just the tip of the ice berg. eventually, she would learn that he's not quite the ass he came off as. he was an ass, that's not to be misunderstood, but there's something in him that's good, no matter how much he tries to cover it up with a mess of curse words and obnoxious behavior.
harper's phone buzzed, so she hopped off the counter and headed into the bedroom where she'd left it. a smile came across her face, seeing gambit's picture on her phone and the text message from him. harper liked hearing from him and was actually excited that he was coming over. harper was always happy to see gambit, for the most part. there were times when she was simply not in a gambit mood. harper couldn't always handle him, if she'd had a hard day, or if she was just in a straight up pissy mood. one little thing could set either one of them off and the they'd be fighting for the rest of the night. it was sometimes an unhealthy friendship, but other times, harper needed to let off steam, and yelling and fighting with gambit was, weirdly, exactly what she needed, whether she realized it or not. gambit could take anything harper threw at him, and a lot of people weren't so secure in themselves. he meant more to her than even she realized.
passing the mirror, she gave herself one more look over, wanting to make sure she didn't look like complete shit. gambit would notice if she did herself up too much, he noticed things like that, whether he admitted it or not, but harper still wanted to look good. the door opened and gambits deep voice filled her apartment. she quit checking herself out before he could realize what she'd been doing and walked out of her room, tossing her phone on the dresser before heading into the kitchen and returning to her spot on the counter before he could walk in the kitchen, smiling over at him as he set the things down on the counter next to her. she would have made an effort to help him, but he was a big boy, he could handle some food.
there were a ton of containers, and it smelled fucking delicious. it was crazy that he could do this, it was still hard for harper to believe that he could coook like he could. sometimes, she hated going out to eat with him, it just seemed like a waste whenever she had her own personal chef if she begged enough. she looked to the food and then back up at him. "you really know how to treat a girl huh?" she laughed a little and hopped down, wrapping her arms around his waist in a greeting hug. "you big softie." she reached up and kissed his cheek, then turned around to find some plates. she didn't have a lot of them, there were only so many dishes her parents were willing to send her, but there were some. as she found plates, she hit him slightly on the arm. "hey, i'm making it for after dinner. we'll throw some m&ms in it and it will be desert, okay?" chefs, always so protective of their food and the apetite of the person about to eat it. harper could eat a small cow at this point, she was starving and the scent of all this food was driving her absolutely mad. harper would just dig in, but he was proud of the meal he'd prepared, and it'd be rude if she just stuffed her face.
when she'd turned around, she noticed he'd already gotten some of her other dishes out. "those ones aren't worthy of your meal, use these ones." they were slightly nicer than the ones he'd pulled out. every other time he was over, she'd used those since, you know, they were shitty. before he could make a comment about her typically cheap dishes she looked up at him and said "yeah, i have some good shit, too." gambit had a lot of nice things. he was used to nice things. and, honestly, harper was used to nice things, too. her family always had had nice things, but here, she'd gotten used to not having them here. it was actually a relief for her. but she wanted them to eat on something nicer than those plates, so as he explained, she removed those plates and replaced them with the ones in her hands, but she paid close attention, putting the useless plates on the other end of the counter, out of the way. it looked delicious. harper didn't really care about what was in it or any of that shit, she just wanted to eat it. but, again, respecting him or whatever. "it looks amazing."
eyebrows arching at the introduction of the wine, a smile came across her face. "treat a girl? shoot, you know how to spoil a girl. i could get used to this." she laughed a little bit and looked through a drawer near her for something to pull the cork out. harper wasn't sure how she felt about him bringing wine, it was a little fancy for her tastes, a lot of the time she liked beer, wine coolers, or just hard liquor, but wine was always a treat. she squinted her eyes at him and tossed the corkskrew on the counter, then reached up on her tiptoes to the very top shelf where her nice wine glasses were located. sometimes, it sucked being this short, it just wasn't tall enough to each the top of the shelf, but she managed and pulled two glasses down. "like i said, i have nice shit." she reached out to take the bottle of wine from him, wanting to open the bottle herself. "i get to open it right? that's the fun part." before he could object, she took the bottle from his grasp and turned around so the cork wouldn't hit him in the face in case she was just a complete idiot about it. glancing down at the bottle, harper observed the brand and year of the bottle. not wanting to give away that she'd seen the aged date of the wine, she stuck the corkscrew in and twisted untill she relieved the cork from the bottle. handing it back to him, she made no indication that she'd seen that date. "let it air out first." harper helped herself to a plate of food, making slightly smaller portions than she wanted, not wanting to seem like a fat ass in front of him, even though the guy knew she could eat as well as many man could. she walked into the living room with ehr plate and fork and lounged up, putting her feet up on the table.
as she ate, it was hard for her not to think about the bottle of wine he'd brought. the guy had money, sure, but why would he bring that expensive of a bottle to dinner at her apartment? it wasn't like they were doing anything particularly fancy here, they were just hanging out. it seemed like something he would use to celebrate or impress someone. they weren't celebrating anything, and why the hell would he try to impress her? it didn't add up in her head, and she felt guilty about drinking his nice wine, but she didn't want to say anything to him about it. "bring me a glass when you come in here, would you?" she said to him, taking a bite of the food he'd prepared. she groaned with pleasure, much like he had at the cafe when he took a bite of his blt. "oh my god, gambit, you never fail to impress me. this is so fucking good." she didn't know if it had to do with how delicious the food was, or that she was just that hungry, but she would be going back for seconds. leaning her head back against the back of the couch, harper enjoyed her bite of food and went in for another.
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Aug 18, 2012 10:03:05 GMT -5
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FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE instead of giving into her words when she seemed almost a little surprised at the meal, all gambit could do during the time she hugged him was smile. subtly, of course, so she didn't see how large the dorky-looking thing was, but it was still there for a small period of time. it only worsened when she kissed his cheek, and he was more than thankful that she had turned to occupy herself with something. "really? you can't just throw chocolate into air calories and just call it dessert. that's a rip off, man." shaking the after-feel of her kiss off, he tried to concentrate on the task at hand, only to be interrupted by her new set of plates. they were a lot nicer than the ones he was used to seeing her eat off of, but it made him slightly wonder as to why they weren't worthy enough for his meal. after all, he didn't plan on letting his food sit too long on his plate, so in his eyes, it didn't really matter. but then he was reminded of the dining room table he'd set back home, and he didn't even bother trying to think up an argument against using the nicer ones.
at her comment, he smirked. "yeah, apparently. you just never use any of it." he wasn't sure if that's what kept them nicer, or if it was just a waste of having a good thing. "and that's because it is amazing, thank you. your applaud isn't necessary." luckily, she didn't take the wine too bad, and he didn't have to fumble with any half assed excuses about why he'd brought it with him. yet, at least. "well do yourself a favour, and don't. not much of a wine guy," he started, smirking through his words even though he was desperately trying not to. "that, and this is the last time i'm delivering my amazing home cooked meal to your door. you want it, you come fuckin' get it. capiche? capiche." he didn't bother reaching for the corkscrew right away, his attention more than slightly distracted by the sight of harper inching herself up on her tippy toes to grab out wine glasses. it wasn't that he meant to stare, but an opportunity was presented, and it was - at first, anyway - just a mindless glance. he quickly looked at the bottle once she had gotten ahold of them and pretended he hadn't just been checking her out for almost the first time in the entire time he'd known her.
when it was taken, he curiously glanced up, arching a brow. leaning back against the counter, he crossed his arms over his chest loosely and watched with an amused smirk. "knock yourself out, aussi," he replied with a bit of a chuckle. afterwards, he abruptly added to the end, "not literally. i don't wanna ruin this meal because i gotta take you to the hospital for poking your eye out with a cork." as he waited, he forked a fork-full of rice and lifted it to his mouth from his plate, unable to resist the smells right beneath his nose any longer. when she turned back around, the cork released, he set his fork back down and went to reach for the wine. as she said to let it air out, gambit pulled a face, clearly having forgotten about that factor, and he set it on the counter. right. i knew that." moving out of her way to let her gather herself her plate, he glanced at her as she moved into the living room.
figuring he still had some time to kill until the bottle aired out a bit more, he grabbed the stack of dishes that he'd pulled from the cupboard off the counter and put them back, closing the cupboard's door afterwards. next, he put the lids to the containers of food over them to seal in their heat, already knowing he'd want another plate. her voice cut through the silence in his head, and he glanced towards the living room, nodding in response even though she couldn't see him. grabbing the bottle, he tipped it to the wine glasses, filling them both a little bit over halfway. grabbing the corkscrew, he put the cork back into the bottle and, considering he didn't have a bucket of ice, put it in the freezer. grabbing his plate, he grabbed his glass and carried them out to the living room. setting his dishes down, he held his finger up in a 'one sec' manner and returned to the kitchen for her glass. once he had it, he was back in the living room in no time, holding her glass out to her.
"so, i've been thinking about what to charge you for delivery fee," he started to drawl on, lifting his plate up to take another forkful of rice. "maybe you should make dessert. or buy it. whichever. but none of that popcorn and m&m bullshit." glancing towards her, he arched an eyebrow. "and, by the way. you shouldn't talk about me making love to my food if you practically do the same to mine." grinning, he nudged her playfully about her earlier compliments regarding his food. but he was glad that she liked it; a chef was always pleased to hear that his meal was appreciated.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Aug 19, 2012 0:47:37 GMT -5
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harper wasn't a complete idiot when it came to cooking, she could handle herself in certain situations, but she'd never had those mother-daughter bonding moments where they sat down together and made dinner together, getting flour all over the place or whatever. there was some stuff that the girl could make that she'd learned to make on her own, but other than her little frame of cooking ability, there wasn't much. it was a good thing she liked to clean so much, other wise, she'd make a sort of terrible house wife. "it tastes good, what does it matter?" she retorted. she knew m&ms and popcorn was simply no a passable desert for him, by any means. he was used to the great things he made himself. that was more like a college kid diet. and hey, what do you know, she was a college kid, so it was a completely acceptable dessert meal for her. he was just too picky.
her parents had insisted on sending her with a few good plates, saying that she could just use those over and over again, but harper didn't want to use the nice stuff her parents had sent with her, it was just a waste to use such nice dishes on her simple meals, so harper had gone out to a local store and bought a set of cheaper dishes that were a little more colorful that she could use just for her. she didn't have to buy very many, she didn't eat a whole lot that required a plate. and half the time, harper either ate out or at gambit's. why would she bother making her own shitty meal when her very best friend would prepare excellent food when he was in the mood to do so? "no, i don't. it's for special occasions." harper said this without thinking much about it. was this really a special occasion? they were just having dinner, they always had dinner. "not that this is a particularly special occasion or anything." she tried to back track a little bit. this wasn't anything odd between them, they always ate together, but there was something a little but off, harper couldn't place it. maybe it was the wine, or his wilingness to actually come over here, something, was off. a small little pout came over her face when he insisted he would never do this again. for some reason, harper doubted that, but the pout was still completely necessary. "but i had a really hard day..." she whined only slightly, not trying to laugh at herself through the pout. harper wasn't really a whiner, but she knew that if she really really wanted him to bring her food later, there was a good chance that she could talk him into it, depending on his mood that
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gambit had averted his gaze sort of quickly after harper handed him back the bottle, but from what, she wasn't sure. she dismissed it, not thinking anything of it, smirking only slightly. "i've opened a bottle of wine or two in my time, i jsut turned away for your saftey." she paused and added "can't have my favorite chef damaged, can i?" if he wasn't there to cook, a great part of harper's diet would probably be eliminated and she would be forced to make things on her own. "before somethign bad does happen to you, you should teach me how to cook some things. i'd be famished without your food." she thought for a moment about what else would happen if he weren't around anymore. he'd have a big open house for nobody to use, a bike for nobody to ride, but there was one more important thing than that. "and in the even that something bad does happen to you, i get the dogs." she joked with him, almost wishing that gambit had brought them along. she wasn't technically aloud to have pets in her apartment without paying the stupid fee, but staying one night wouldn't hurt anybody. eventually, harper was going to pay the fee, there was no way the only pet she was going to have was a fish.
the scrunched up look on his face was priceless. he really wasn't a wine guy, was he? then why would he bother to bring wine? none the less such an expensive bottle? the rhetoric questions were getting a bit overwhelming in her head, so she attempted to dismess them, not wanting to ponder them for too long. "told you so." she commented quickly.
he was coming into the living room not moments later after thankfully cleaning up the kitchen a little bit. he'd learned about her inability to leave things in a mess for too long and was at least respecting that in her kitchen. she leaned forward and took the wine. she sipped a little bit of it, enjoying it, but not wanting to make a comment about it. gambit should have known that harper could easily tell that this was an aged bottle just by the taste of it, he didn't have to go hiding the label. at the mention of her having to make dessert, her mind instantly popped to the tub of ice cream in her freezer, but she wasn't quite sure if that would pass for him. when the time came for her to make dessert, she would have to think a little more in depth of something to do with it. "yeah yeah, i'll make dessert." she agreed. it was totally worth it. "okay, but i'm moaning and groaning over how good this food is in the privacy of my own home. you were practically orgasming in public." she pointed out. there was a little bit of a difference in the two situations. she tried not to think too much about what that would actually sound like, it wasn't a piece of information she really counted on ever knowing. that was a train of thought she needed to quickly derail, so she took another bite of food, hoping to distract herself.
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Aug 24, 2012 11:41:16 GMT -5
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FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE "it's number of calories is lacking. severely. and there's not enough chocolate," gambit answered in his honest opinion. when he ate dessert, he liked it to melt in his mouth, or for him to taste what his body would look like if he didn't keep himself in shape. he absolutely loved fattening foods, especially if they were sweets, like cake or brownies. but nothing would ever beat his grandmother's funnel cake; he'd go ga-ga just for another bite of her special recipe- something he still couldn't get ahold of, or remake. "are you kidding? i'm here. of course it's a special fuckin' occasion." he obnoxiously inputted, arching a challenging eyebrow at her, already knowing she'd have smart assed remark to send right back at his supposed ego. it was all fake, at least, most of it was, but it was all in good fun. "and don't even try that pout on me, missy. i bet you anything mine was harder." in typical childish fashion, he stuck his tongue out, hoping to bring an end to her whine. he knew that she was definitely kidding about the whine, but he found himself usually breaking down whenever she used that voice, or he saw a pout on her lips. it bugged the fuck out of him.
"oh no, heaven forbid you give me brain damage with a cork. who would cook for you then, huh? you'd have to actually get yourself a boyfriend." he chuckled at the thought, especially considering it was true. gambit was probably the only reason why she didn't have to buy as much groceries as one normally would when they lived alone; he usually cooked her a meal at least once a week, if not more. well, he didn't cook it specifically for her, but like tonight, things worked themselves out to the point where they ended up eating it together anyway. "oh really? fifty bucks a cooking session, and you've got yourself a deal." laughing further, he couldn't help but shaking his head at the thought. getting paid from his best friend to teach her how to cook. "it's really not that hard, aussi. if you can read, you can cook." nodding his head in agreement with her statement about the dogs, gambit slowly made a noise that said he was thinking along the same lines. "i guess that means i'll have to teach you how to communicate with them, too, huh? damn. all much work." to be honest, the thought had never crossed his mind before. if one of these days, hunting down criminals made his life come to a very sudden stop, who would be there to take care of his guard dogs? luckily, harper had taken to liking them so much, and them the same with her, so he felt confident that if anything did happen to him, they'd be in wonderful hands. "you'd have to get a bigger place, though. they'd rip this place in half in no time."
when she agreed to make dessert, gambit could've thrown his plate in surprise and not have reacted to his glorious meal being tossed onto the floor. he didn't really remember the last time he'd been able to con her into making something like dessert, but for some reason, it had him overly excited. "i'll have to put a mark on my wall when i get back home," he started threw a bite. "harper agreed, without a fight, to make dessert. are you sick?" reaching over after he set his fork down, he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead just to add onto the mood of things. "hm.. nope. nope, don't think so." withdrawing his hand, he grabbing his fork again, flashing a grin her way before he scooped up a large mouthful of rice once again. "hey now," he spoke when his mouth was almost empty again. "that blt was fucking delicious. and i didn't hear anyone complaining other than you, so i'm assuming everyone else liked hearing me cream my pants. just because you couldn't handle it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with it."
about halfway through his meal, only having half of his chicken breast left and a few pieces from his pineapple, gambit reached for his glass and raised it to his lips. taking a mouthful, he savoured the flavour for a moment with his tongue before swallowing it. making a contemplating face, he took another mouthful and then set it back down. "grapey," he muttered outloud, more so to himself than anything, but he was sure harper was used to his random antics every now and again. glancing towards harper, he raised his plate again, forking a piece of meat that he'd already cut. dipping it in the juice from the pineapple to give it a little bit more oomph, he popped it into his mouth and chewed. just to spite her, he started to make the same noises that he'd made the day they had gone for lunch at cassidy's cafe. only, these were more brought on, and sounded a lot more sexual than appreciative, but that was the very point.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Aug 28, 2012 23:14:54 GMT -5
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harper thought that popcorn and m&ms would be plenty unhealthy, but, apparently, she was going to have to do him one better, whatever that may be. she couldn't bake anything because if she did, he would be pissed that she used a mix, but, honestly, there simply wasn't time for anything from scratch. so cake was out. harper didn't want to have her ear chewed out for not baking properly. there were other things to make, but harper was still feeling lazy.there had to be something that was delicious and required skill, but didn't take a whole lot of effort. "so i guess i'm making something chocolate?" only half her smile showing up. that limited her a little bit now didn't it? she tried to shake her mind from the dessert she was going to have to pull out of her ass. "oh, spare me." she laughed a little at him, hoping he knew just how ridiculous he was. and, truth be told, he did know, he just liked to be hilarious and full of himself. it made him seem tougher or more guarded or something, an image harper suspected he enjoyed. "your day couldn't have been that bad...you're with me now, aren't you?" harper was joking, but there was a vague sense of senserity behind her voice, hoping that maybe his day had imrpoved because he was sitting here on the couch with her now, enjoying a dinner, even though she'd been a pain in the ass about getting it here.
harper's eyebrow raised at his suggestion of a boyfriend. the words were just weird coming off of his mouth, suggesting there a was a guy out there for her besides him. not in the "i want to date you" kind of way, but in the "no guy will be good enough for you" kind of way, so every other gy wasn't worthy of being around her. paying for his cooking lessons just seemed ridiculous. "well now see, you gave the secret away. reading? who would have known. now i'll just spend that fifty bucks on a cook book." she stuck her tongue out at him, just as he had done to her earlier. no, they weren't the most mature pair in the world, but that's what was wonderful about their friendship. they weren't children, but they weren't completely grown into their lives, but together, they could just be young and fun. except when they fought. then she felt like she was a sixty year old woman, having been tied down to the same man for thirty years, and now they couldn't quit arguing. she felt tired when they fought. it was funny how she could go from being a twelve year old to a sixty year old in a matter of moments with him. "obviously i'd move in to your house. wouldn't want to upset their lives too much, would we?" how had he not thought of this earlier? she would just move in to his house, it would be much roomier, plenty of room... the thought of living there to her was weird, like it wouldn't quite fit. at least not without him there. it would feel wrong, like she wasn't meant to be there. not that she'd feel like she belonged there if he was living there. that was just too much to think about.
she slapped his hand away and squinted her eyes at him, pointing a finger at him. "watch it. i agreed. dont. push it." she poked his chest with each of the last two words, but her serious face fell almost instantly, a smile taking it's place. "don't take this the wrong way, but i thought i'd actually be nice." she waited for the shocked reaction and set her fork down to put her hands up "i know, i know, i was surprised too." it didn't take long for her to laugh it off and go back to taking a bite from the meal in front of her. and then he started talking about his delectable fucking blt again. she rolled her eyes at him. "please i do not want to know any details of you 'creaming your pants'. including the sounds you make while you do it." maybe no one else said anything because everyone was afraid to say something to him. he was a big burly guy, one with an obvious attitude problem, and harper can understand why he would be intimidating. but, honestly, harper wasn't. he would never hurt her, physically at least, so she could get away with saying pretty much anything if she was willing to get in a fight over it.
harper noted his comment about the wine as he took a drink of it, then picked up her own glass. taking a sip, she kept it in her mouth a moment to contemplate the taste of it. "mmm. expensive." setting it back down, harper eyed him, to see if he would own up to anything at her comment. harper didn't want to make it awkward or weird, as to why he was treating her like a fucking princess tonight, it was just abnormal for him. not that he normally treated her like shit or anything, but this was just above the extent he normally went to please her.
the noises gambit began to make at eating her food weren't completely unexpected. and harper took them as a challenege. harper leaned back in the couch and took a bite of her food. she chewed it, taking time to taste it, then closed her eyes leaning her head against the back of sofa. her back arched and she let out a moan, one that he probably wouldn't expect to come out of her mouth. she allowed her back to relax against the sofa again and her eyes came open as she tilted her head to either side, cracking her neck. she looked over to him and her expression instantly changed back to normality. "two can play that game." she informed him and then took a bite of food, appreciating it on a completely normal level, unlike her performance just now.
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Sept 6, 2012 14:32:02 GMT -5
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FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE "well, to be completely honest with you.. i think i'd settle for a chocolate sundae from mcdonald's. but if you feel like trying to bake something, feel free, woman." gambit knew how harper generally was with cooking alone, so he didn't want to make her go up against his meal, but he definitely wouldn't complain if she decided she wanted to try. it wasn't that gambit thought his cooking was better than other people's- that wasn't anywhere close to the truth. he just put a lot of time into his cooking, so it came out a lot nicer than someone's three-minute cup of ramen noodles. that, and gambit knew when to appreciate someone's effort. considering harper had never made him dessert before in the span that they've known each other, he had a good feeling he'd better 'cause it might not ever happen again (made out of a box or not). "you mean, minus me having to drag my ass - and my dinner - all the way over here? sure, i'm havin' a great time." that was, obviously to match her joking humour, though his sarcasm had dipped into that noticeably. but he did feel better in her company, bad day or not. admitting that? that was an entirely different task he didn't think he was capable of completing.
"hey now. a cook book wont tell you how much of a shitty job you're doing. but a gambit cooking class? i'll do that free of charge- after the fifty bucks, of course." he replied without missing a beat, smirking throughout the entire statement. at her sticking her tongue out at him, he didn't bother responding, figuring he'd find something to do in the future that he could refer back to her childish antics about, even though she was only retaliating to something that he'd done. "you'd move into my grave that fast, eh? good to know, aussi, good to know. now i know what you're really friends with me for; my cooking, my dogs, and my house." the last item on that list, he knew very well that harper wasn't really all that interested in. she preferred her dinky apartment over it, for whatever reason gambit couldn't figure out.
all he could do was chuckle when she poked his chest almost threateningly, and then finished it off with saying that she, for once in her life, had thought she'd be nice about something. it made him chuckle harder, and all he could do was shake his head as he tried not to choke on the piece of chicken that he had been chewing. "oh, pfft," he started after his mouth was clear, faking a bit of offence. "my moans are precious, okay? you better feel privileged if you hear those babies."
at harper's taste-test, gambit slowly arched a brow at her comment. taking another sip of his, he shrugged his shoulders slightly, pretending not to really taste the aged liquid for what it actually was. although he wasn't much of a wine guy, he still had his fair share to at least know the difference between an aged bottle, and a relatively new one. "ehh," he mused after swallowing. "it wasn't that expensive, actually. i mean, maybe for a ballerina's pay cheque, but.." he drifted off, side glancing her to see if she bought any of it, taking another sip in the midst of it. he didn't want to let her know that he knew just how expensive that the bottles aged that well could be, but to be honest, he'd had that bottle for a while now, and it'd been a gift, so he hadn't even paid for it. and, well, he was never one to drink something like wine by himself, so what better than to share it with the only women he ever found himself knowing for longer than a night? it definitely didn't have anything to do with the forming crush that he was seriously going to have to readjust whenever he got the chance to clear his head.
which, unfortunately for him, wasn't any time soon. the minute harper arched her back and let out her fake moan, - one that sounded very, very real - gambit was basically speechless. forking the second last bite of meat, he stuffed it on his mouth and started to chew, slowly following it but he last. as soon as his mouth was clear enough to speak, he held up his plate to show that it was clear from most of his food, other than the scraps that he didn't have the patience to fork. "okay, i'm done." standing abruptly, he slipped into the kitchen, biting his tongue the entire time about what he'd just heard / partially seen. rinsing his plate off after scraping it into the garbage, he slowly took a deep breath in and cleared his head. after centring himself, he entered the living room again, making sure not to take a considerable amount of time in the kitchen. the last thing he wanted was for her to ask why it'd taken that long to rinse off a plate.
plopping back down into his spot, he kicked his feet up on the table and grabbed his glass. reclining, he sipped casually from the glass before turning his attention to her again. "that was like.. really real. i'm almost a little worried. like, do you fake it a lot, or.. 'cause it kind of seems like you've had good practice with trying to sound.. like that." clearing his throat, he tried to look as innocent as possible, though he was a little curious if she had, well, had some experience with that sort of voice acting before. not that he was expecting harper to actually tell him anything - not unless she wanted him to hold it against her for the rest of their friendship.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Sept 20, 2012 20:54:24 GMT -5
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a chocolate sundae from mcdonald's mught just be what he's getting. harper didn't have any idea what he was getting. maybe it would be a pudding cup or something of the like. at this point, the only thing she was thinking of making was pudding. chocolate pudding. in that second, his fate was sealed, and he would just have to deal with it, he was getting some effing pudding. "it won't be gormet...but it will be edible." she laughed it off a little bit. sometimes, making fun of herself first was easier than allowing him to do it. he would inevitably do it right back, but at least trying to admit her flaws helped sometimes. this was the only fashion that she would do it, though. confront her about a flaw? nope, that wasn't her. making fun of herself? yeah, sure. it wasn't exactly logical. "oh, stop your bitching. you wouldn't have come here if you didn't want to. you and i both know that." gambit didn't do things that he didn't want to do. so he could sit here and complain about how he had to drag himself over here, how it was inconveniencing him or whatever, but this man did not do things he didn't want to do. so there was no way he was here out of her forcing him to do so.
"i could get anyone to tell me that my food is shitty...i don't need to pay you for it." she figured that with enough eyelash batting, he would do it for free. that's what she loved about gambit. he was hard as a rock, but with enough pestering, there was a chance he'd give in. he would find some other excuse as to why he gave in, but it didn't matter. because, sometimes, he would do it. and he wouldn't do it for everyone, she knew that, so it made her feel a little bit special. but there is no way she'd never ever admit that to him. as far as he was concerned, she thought he was a hard ass, that she couldn't get past his exterior. he was an egg that she just couldn't crack. "well, duh, isn't it obvious? it has nothing to do with you being absolutely hilarious, good to me, for the most part, or willing to put up with my attitude." |
[/b] she said trying not to give too much away. she hit him in the arm a little bit, playing it off that she'd actually just said something almost nice to him. harper decided to let his comments about his moans go, just because if she were to say something, it would be along the lines of letting him know that if she really wanted to, she could make him moan endlesly, and that would probably be an awkward statement to exchange, so she just kept it to herself. it was hard for her not to snort at it, though. the bottle of wine had been expensive, and she knew it. he was just trying to play it off like it wasn't. that was the hardest thing with their relationship, they both tried to play things off, they were very rarely up front with each other, which wa weird, considering they were two very up front people. oh the irony of their relationship. it was the production of their stubborness and ability to make a joke about pretty much anything, though. it's what makes them fabulous. and, of course, he insulted her paycheck to try and avoid the subject. whatever, she didn't want to talk about it either, so she'd take the bait. "just you wait until i'm dancing with a really amazing company. then it'll be 'well, with a bounty hunter's paycheck...'" somewhere deep inside her, she thought it was sweet that he'd done all of this. there wasn't a lot of guys that would make you dinner, bring it to you, and deliver an expensive bottle of wine along with it. he was something special, but he didn't need to know that. gambit felt awkward. that was for sure. it didn't take much perception to be able to see that her little acting made him uncomfortable. and that made harper feel very satisfied. he deserved to feel that way. and, at this rate, it was unlikely that he would moan in public ever again because, honestly, harper would follow with one of her own. and hopefuly, that was enough motivation for him to not want to moan in public. he left really quickly, and harper had to bite her lip to stop herself from giggling. by the time he returned to the couch, she was finished with both her food and her wine. she passed him going into the kitchen, deposited her plate, and grabbed the bottle of wine to return with it it to the couch. she filled her glass up and topped him off, smiling. his question wasn't really a surprise. of course he would want to know. and he probably expected her to lie. psh. "well, yeah. you should know by now that i'm not an easy woman to please." and wasn't that the truth. harper was particular in almost every aspect of her life. and that was no different to her. she paused for a moment and said "i'd wonder why you're so good at it, but there's no way you can fake it." it was a little weird, talking so openly about orgasms with her best friend, but she wasn't sure why. it should feel completely normal, like anything else they talked about, but something made it a little weird. not that she would show it. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Oct 2, 2012 17:35:30 GMT -5
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FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE "shhhhhhhudd-up miss logic-pants. i came because i knew you were probably starving with your protein bars or whatever you gym nuts eat for dinner." obviously he was joking, and she was right about what she'd said, but that didn't mean he was going to own up to it so eagerly.
"pfft, by the time that happens, i'll probably be retired, own my own shop, maybe even a dozen harley's.. yep. you'll still be waaaay behind me, aussi." he remarked with a grin. "i mean, you're not even that good of a dancer, anyway." he shrugged his shoulders as though he were trying to be serious, but he couldn't contain the laugh that was bubbling inside of him. gambit could never seriously say that to any women unless it was absolutely true. otherwise, he'd let them live in their delusions; dancing was all about fun, anyway, right? but harper wasn't a bad dancer- far from it, and to be honest, for the small handful of times he'd seen her actually dance, gambit couldn't really understand why she hadn't been approached by someone bigger by now. maybe that was just his "inexperienced opinion", though.
at her answer to his million dollar question, he just kind of looked ahead at the television's screen, lips pursed in thought. he really had no idea what to make of that. did that mean that she did fake it a lot, or.. just that most of the time she lead guys on? which, in either case, would be faking it, he supposed. lifting his glass up to his lips, he took several (and by several, he counted six in his head, not counting the first icebreaker) sips of the wine before swallowing the last bit in his mouth and lowering his hand again. "welp. i don't think i'm anywhere close to being drunk enough to be having this conversation with you." it took only a moment for gambit to remember what she'd promised to make. "and hey! dinner's done, woman. where's that fuckin' chocolate-whatever-the-fuck-you're-making?"
leaning forward, he grabbed the bottle of wine and stood up, beckoning for her to follow him with a small jerk gesture with his head. walking into the kitchen, he set his glass and the bottle down, intending on continuing their drinking fiesta or whatever it was, he started to raid the cupboards that he suspected dessert-like things would be kept. "so what're you gonna make, anyway? i'll play supervisor, so you don't.. do something horrible." looking at her over his shoulder, he grinned widely, closing the cupboard doors slowly. "hey! this can be kinda like your first cooking lesson."
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Oct 11, 2012 0:04:07 GMT -5
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she thought about his joking response, for only a moment. why was it so hard for him to admit that he didn't something out of the goodness of his heart? it's not like there was a lot of it or anything, so he may as well own up to those rare moments, right? "or...you came because you wanted to. it's okay to admit you love being around me, gambit, really." there were times when his emotion aversion was cute, charming, just a part of his character, but other times, i got to be down right annoying.
"whatever, i'm going to make it big. and maybe, if you're lucky, i'll invite you to one of my showws." one day, harper would have a bunch of things that she could shove in his face, and then he would be sorry. he didn't exactly shove his wealth in her face, but it was obvious he had way more money than her. it got to harper, that none of the things she had were because she took the time to work for them. she just couldn't, it was too hard to make her passion into a career, but it wasn't like she would give up ro anything. harper's eyes narrowed at him. calling her a bad dancer was just a joke really, but it couldn't help but hit the pride a litle bit. "saying i'm a bad dancer is like saying you're a good cook. they're just lies." gambit was most definitely a good cook, but it's not like he would be able to figure out whether or not she actually enjoyed his cooking or not because her orgasmic sounds were currently up for debate on whether they were sincere or not.
why did he seem so goddamn uncomfortable? she sipped more wine, looking at him, thinking, wondering what the heck his deal was. she picked up his glass and followed him into the kitchen, feeling satisfied that he was freaking out a little bit on the inside. it wasn't often that harper got to see him this dissheveld by anything, so she would gladly take the opportunity to appreciate this. once they got into the kitchen, she reached up above her fridge, where she kept some of her liquer, pulling two bottles down. "well if you're looking to get drunk, this isn't the way to do it." she opened another cabinet and pulled out two glasses, then looked back to the bottles. "what do you prefer? jose cuervo or absolut?"
looking at the alcohol bottles for a moment, she looked up at gambit. "fuck you're cooking, i just got the best idea." harper shuffled over to the pantry and pulled out a box of instant chocolate pudding, jell-o brand, then back to the top of her fridge and pulled down a bottle of bailey's. smiling she held it up to him. "bailey's...chocolate...pudding. i'm a fucking genius, i don't care what you say." she opened the box of chocolate pudding and started followin the instructions on the box. "what do you think, substitute one of the cups of milk for a cup of bailey's? yeah sounds good." she dumped the instant pudding mix in a big glass bowl and then grabbed the milk from the fridge, guessing how much needed to go in, then did the same with the bailey's, then added some absolut for good measure. it wouldn't be strong enough with just the baileys, now would it?"good enough, right? real chef's don't use measurements." she stirred it well then stuck it into the freezer, looking over at him to see what he would think of her brilliant idea. absolut still in hand, she poured him some of it into the glass closest to him, then about the same amount in hers. raising her glass to his, she smiled and took a small drink from her own, not wanting to go too crazy too quickly. there was a certain level of sobriety she needed to maintain for awhile.
setting down her glass, she grabbed two bowls. there would be a lot of dishes to do tomorrow, and that was exhausting just to think about. waiting after about ten minutes or so, she pulled the pudding out, satisfied with the texture. she plopped some in his bowl, then some in hers. she retrieved two spoons, handing one over to him. taking a small spontfull, she tasted her wonderful creation. "damn, i'm good." raising herself up on the counter, she took another bite of the alcohol-pudding. it probably wasn't good to eat a whole lot of this. could get drunk a little too quick. "if you want to give me cooking lessons, i feel like i owe it to you to teach you how to dance."
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