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Post by dazz on Sept 1, 2007 23:51:26 GMT -4
"I'm not convinced."
Ali's eyes flicked back up from the stain on her shirt to meet Bobby's eyes. A smile lingered on her lips and she was about to say something in response, but the beeping of his phone drew his attention elsewhere. By the time she's met his eyes, he was looking at the phone is his hand.
Oh.
Ali realized her mouth was sort of hanging open. Before Bobby noticed, she closed it and forced the smile back onto her face.
"Crap. I gotta run in a few..."
Suffice it to say, Ali was disappointed to hear that. She had been enjoying her stalker's company immensely. From the drunken serenade last night to the shared breakfast, she found that Bobby had quickly grown on her. Not a bad accomplishment for a kid in a tree. Still, he wasn't privy to that knowledge just yet. She avoided his gaze by distracting herself with a bite of egg so he wouldn't tell that the smile she wore was fake.
"...But not before I help you change your shirt. It's the least I can do, I insist."
Ali dropped her fork back onto the plate with a clatter and clutched the hand over her mouth. It had only been a couple minutes and he almost had her choking again. With her other hand, she held up a finger so he'd give her half a second to compose herself. This time around, it was more successful and she managed to swallow, rather than spit.
"I won't look, I swear!"
At least he was leaving on a fun note. Laughing, her grin hidden by her hand, she could see plainly through his fingers and met his eyes.
"Mmhmm, I believe that." Not. "In fact, I know you won't. You're too much of a gentleman."
Ali stood from her seat and slid real close, stopping just behind him. Fingers trailed nimbly down his sides and she grabbed a handful of t-shirt fabric in each hand. Then, throwing grace out the window, she pulled up hard, leaving the paparazzo tangled in fabric as the shirt was turned up over his head. Moving quickly herself, Ali peeled the wet tank top up over her own head, keeping herself modestly covered with one arm. Another quick move and she grabbed the shirt off Bobby's back and traded him one tank by throwing it in his face. It was all one elaborate motion to keep him from seeing a thing as she changed into a dry shirt. The best view he could have caught was her exposed back as she pulled the concert tee over her head. She had a feeling that, despite the lacking view, Bobby's brain was exploding right now.
"Thanks, Bobby. You're pretty helpful after all."
She slid back into her own seat and went right back to her food as if nothing happened. Her eyes up and ready to take in the priceless expression on Bobby's face, looking more innocent than an angel.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 2, 2007 15:14:09 GMT -4
One hand he held up front, in the stereotypical 'swearing' posture. The other hand he kept behind his back, the fingers crossed to keep the guilt of a lie off of him. Of course he was going to look. If she took the shirt off in front of him, he would be mesmerized...it wouldn't be something he could control. Even if he wanted to (which he didn't!)
He even tried to demonstrate how he would hide his eyes, showing that he clearly didn't have the self-control by peeking as he said it. Ali was laughing, and Bobby was grinning as he watched her almost choke on a bite of eggs.
She said she believed him with words, but with tone she clearly said she thought he was full of it. "In fact, I know you won't. You're too much of a gentleman."
It took him off guard. Most guys want to be thought of as a gentleman, no matter how much they say or act otherwise. He didn't have a chance to respond before she was moving up along side him, and then behind. A chill raced up his spine at the long nails scratching his skin lightly, and then at the soft feel of her fingers on the skin of his waist as she grabbed the hem of his shirt.
For the umpteenth time he wondered if this was going to be his lucky day. Tiffany could definitely wait if this was going anywhere he hoped...
The shirt came up fast, over his head like a ski mask. His arms were pointed up, and his stomach was bare. At first he didn't get it. Maybe she had some kind of kinky thing planned out, and he was so game for whatever it was!
But then he heard her moving. In fact, through the semi translucent black fabric he could see her silhouette changing right before him! He saw curves and he saw her covering herself up and he was grinning so large it threatened to split his face in half.
Like a blind man, he reached out innocently. "What's going on?" He hoped to cop a feel, but came back with nothing but air.
The shirt was ripped off of him followed immediately by a wet shirt slapping him in the face. It fell aside and he saw her turned away from her. Her graceful and smooth back with nothing on at all!
She lifted the shirt up and slid it on, giving him a slight side boob shot, but nothing more. Bobby's heart was pounding in his chest.
"Thanks, Bobby. You're pretty helpful after all."
He was still stuck on the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. He had kind of been hoping for a hug before the shirt went back on, but for now he just sat there and blinked. "D'I..." He licked his cracked dry lips.
Opening his mouth he looked as if to say something else, but then silent consideration slipped in place and he stuck a bite of toast in his mouth instead. "That was evil," he said accusingly with a hint of smile in his eyes. He pointed a finger at her and shook his head. "Next time I strip I'm so not inviting you."
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Post by dazz on Sept 2, 2007 22:29:12 GMT -4
Bobby's attempt to cop a feel had been evaded, and he saw nothing too scandalous, though she could tell by his incoherent response that he'd gotten a nice little tease. More than she'd intended, but Ali had made sure he wouldn't see too much even if he got past her trap early. The rockstar, in response, had the most diabolical look in her eyes to date. She was staring him down, wicked grin on her lips, waiting for Bobby's mind to regain function. Finally, after a stuttered half-word, some hopeless lip-licking, and a gaping mouth that was subsequently stuffed with toast, he spoke.
"That was evil."
His tone said bad, but his eyes said amazing. Ali could do no more than grin back in false innocence.
"Next time I strip I'm so not inviting you."
Ali gave Bobby the biggest pout she could muster, her blue eyes wide and pleading. Finally, she let out a long, drawn, and disappointed word.
"Awwwwww." Then she shifted right back to the smile. In a sing-song voice, she continued. "But you liked it. You can't stay mad at this face."
Her angelic expression only made her look devilish.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 3, 2007 18:30:33 GMT -4
"Awwwwww."
She had the poutiest expression on her face. It was as sexy as it was pathetic. The pout disappeared and a smile replaced it.
"But you liked it. You can't stay mad at this face."
Bobby tried to come up with a reply, but her sweet and innocent little act made it even more difficult to think at the moment. At last he resorted to simply shaking his finger at her scoldingly. "If you think you can come in here and stir up my hormones, turning me into a spineless puddle of goo...well, that's where you're right. But let me tell you something," he said sternly as he stepped up right in front of her. "And I only say this because I care." His gaze shifted from one of her eyes to the other before he continued.
"Sometimes diet sodas are just as tasty as the real thing."
He was trying to throw her off. Swooping in quick, he pulled her into a tight hug. Yup. Definitely no bra. It was nippleriffic!
He pulled away and smiled at her. "It was fun," he said with a teasing smile. "And I can honestly say I spent the night with Ali Blaire."
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Post by dazz on Sept 4, 2007 11:57:54 GMT -4
Oh yea, Bobby definitely would not be able to resist the pout and the cutesy underhanded female tactics of evil. It was on his face, plain as day, that he was trying as hard as he could, but it was all in vain. No more than a few fractured syllables came out of his mouth, and finally Bobby just went back to shaking a finger at her.
Ali kept up the look to throw him off his game. Bobby had become a sort of challenge, or so she'd reasoned. Really, she liked delaying him as much as possible, because Ali Blaire was a selfish girl and wanted to keep him around. For amusement purposes only, of course. Yeah, that was it...
Despite her efforts to stop him, Bobby found the words he wanted after he spent a good moment trying to scold her with a look. Rolling her eyes as overdramaticly as possible, she rested her baby blues on him again as the speech began. Oh, he was gonna tear her a new one now, for sure. The stupid-sweet grin never faltered.
"If you think you can come in here and stir up my hormones, turning me into a spineless puddle of goo...well, that's where you're right."
"Damn straight!" She interjected quickly before he went on.
"But let me tell you something..."
Bobby didn't continue his speech just yet. For added effect, probably trying to intimidate her, he stood from his seat and got up close and in her face. Oh, he was sooo on. She already had a great retort on the tip of her tongue for what she thought he was gonna say. Where he actually went with it was a whole other direction, though.
"Sometimes diet sodas are just as tasty as the real thing."
The customary single eyebrow shot up and Ali was looking at him like he grew a second head. Her mouth opened to question him, but Bobby was a quick one. He acted fast, pulling her into a quick and probably scandalous hug. Whatever she'd been intending to say, it was long gone. Rather awkwardly, she returned the gesture, giving him a quick pat on the back with one hand before he pulled away.
He was grinning. Ali looked confused as all hell. He'd just copped something, to be sure, but she didn't move to tear his head off. She was just floored that he pulled something like that. She pulled moves like that.
"It was fun. And I can honestly say I spent the night with Ali Blaire."
The confused look lingered for a moment, but unable to help herself, the grin re-emerged. Letting out a quiet kind of chuckle, she gave Bobby the once over with her eyes. It was fun. That sounded like the prelude to goodbye.
"Those are parting words, aren't they? Damn, and I wanted you all to myself..."
Ali was still smiling, genuinely, but it was nothing compared to the wide, pearly white grins she'd almost exclusively worn in his company thusfar.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 5, 2007 6:51:52 GMT -4
"Those are parting words, aren't they? Damn, and I wanted you all to myself..."
By this time he knew she was yanking his chain when she said crap like that. She had no intentions of ever really sleeping with him, and somewhere deep down he knew that...but still, just hearing her say something so easily twisted into the perverse was enough to give him a cheap thrill.
"Well, I don't want to come off as easy."
He smiled at her, not realizing that leaving was going to be so hard...and not really understanding why his feet felt glued to the floor. "I know you're busy...but I could leave my number."
For some reason it really felt like he was stepping out there and risking something, even saying something that harmless.
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Post by dazz on Sept 5, 2007 20:47:47 GMT -4
"Well, I don't want to come off as easy."
Bobby's comment brought another mock-pout to Ali's lips. Less exuberant than the last, some part of her brain was chiding about false hope or some such crap. She didn't want to listen to those thoughts though. Talk about buzzkill. She just wanted to joke around and keep having the same brand of fun she now associated with the stalker.
"Right, right. Three dates minimum first..."
Ali dismissed the thought with a flippant wave of her hand. That was one thing that could never be true about Bobby. He'd have done some raunchy, dirty things to her in less than a heartbeat if she gave him the chance. Ali was the only one holding things up.
"I know you're busy...but I could leave my number."
If there was anything particularly dirty or bad about that comment, Ali didn't hear it. His tone was suggestive, but not in that way. More of a "let's-do-lunch" tone. She was oblivious to the tells that he was holding his heart out well past his comfort zone.
"Damn right you will. Just in case you publish those pictures or something, of course. I gotta know where to find you to sue ya."
She kept it well out of her voice and expression, but that response translated to Good. 'Cause I want to see you again.
What that entailed, she wasn't sure, but she'd be pissed as all hell if Bobby walked out that door and fell off the face of the planet. Sure, Ali was guilty of doing the same to a lot of people, but she'd learned that behavior from being the receipient too many times. She hadn't done anything with Bobby, just goofed off for a night, but she had a clenching fear in her heart just the same.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 6, 2007 6:35:40 GMT -4
The whole pouting thing?
Hot!
Bobby pretended to be immune. He offered his number, though he sort of had to wonder if she really wanted to call creepy tree guy. Still, it never hurt to ask. In this case he was pleasantly surprised.
"Damn right you will. Just in case you publish those pictures or something, of course. I gotta know where to find you to sue ya."
Guilt raced through him. It had been the whole reason he had initially been there. He was supposed to be on the job working for Guido, not joy riding and playing video games and copping feels. Though come on...Guido had to understand at least part of that!
Still, looking at Ali and seeing how she like trusted him and stuff? That made him feel like a big turd.
"Well good luck with that," he laughed as he wrote his number down on a small pad of paper by her phone. "Like I said, if you need someone to move in and help out with rent, I got dibs on the game room."
He turned his smile back toward her. "Thanks, Dazz."
The moment lasted a bit longer than was called for, and then he grabbed his camera and headed for the door. Only, he was turned around, and hadn't been upstairs as part of the tour yet. Instead of walking outside he disappeared into the pantry.
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Post by dazz on Sept 7, 2007 22:09:28 GMT -4
"I'll remember that, y'know, if it ever becomes too much to handle."
Okay, if she was letting Bobby leave, she wanted it to be on a positive, if somewhat dirty, note. Purely for the opportunity it provided, Ali laced her words with all kinds of innuendo and threw that wicked grin back on, if only for a moment. There was a helpless locking of eyes, and her smile got almost...mushy...in comparison. Bright and happy, she let Bobby turn and head for the...pantry?
With a 'thanks' and a smile, Bobby was headed for a door, but it definitely wasn't the front one. Holding her tongue, she decided to see if he'd notice. Bobby failed that little test and she burst out laughing.
Stepping away from the table, Ali jogged the few paces to the pantry and flung the door open. She was grinning like an idiot.
Gay joke or R. Kelly?
"In the closet, Bobby?"
She sounded surprised, the [anything but] innocent expression back on her face. Not needing to say anything more, she just punctuated it with a quiet and thoughtful, "Hm."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 9, 2007 23:07:29 GMT -4
"I'll remember that, y'know, if it ever becomes too much to handle."
There was something in the way she said that that made Bobby do a double take. Was she talking about the rent? Nah...nobody talked about the rent with that voice. Maybe she was talking about the lonely nights? Yeah...he'd go with that!
And he'd take it with him. He said his goodbyes and headed toward the door. It wasn't until he shut the door behind him that he realized what he had done. A bag of something fell and hit him in the head.
Oreos!
He was chomping on one when Ali opened the door with a mocking smile on her lips. "In the closet, Bobby?" He ignored that. And he ignored the "Hm?" thing Ali did after that. Because if she thought he was gay, she had another thing coming. Well...she had something coming!
"I was just getting..." He held out the bag. "A cookie for the road." But since she was being such a smart ass, he thought twice...and shoved the whole bag under his arm. He stepped forward, but Ali was blocking the exit.
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Post by dazz on Sept 17, 2007 12:13:28 GMT -4
Ali had already fallen right back into her typical snickering. Bobby chose to ignore her, but even that action counted as a response and acknowledgement to her little jab. Instead of replying, Bobby moved to explain his mistake by the cookies in his hand.
"I was just getting...a cookie for the road."
Her flat look and raised brows said the sure ya did for her. Bobby responded by sticking the bag of Oreos under his arm. Apparently, they were the spoils of this encounter. Eggs, bacon, and chocolate...mmm.
Bobby made a move to leave the pantry, but Ali held on fast to the doorframe.
"Oh ho ho, Bobby. Where do ya think you're goin'? Trying to steal from me? I should probably keep ya here til the cops come..."
It was clear she didn't mean a word of her threat, but Ali had a lot of fun in the past 12 hours. Bobby's appointments be damned, she didn't want him to leave yet. Because then what would she have to do all day? Or the next? Tan?
Booooorrrriiiiiinnngggg...
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Post by Bobby Drake on Oct 3, 2007 5:51:07 GMT -4
Dazz didn't budge.
"Oh ho ho, Bobby. Where do ya think you're goin'? Trying to steal from me? I should probably keep ya here til the cops come..."
Bobby stepped right up to her, black cookie crumbs spotting the corners of his lips as he chomped defiantly on the snack. She didn't seem to notice the kitchen tile freezing with a very thin layer of ice behind her in a long track.
"Well," he said after a sufficient runway was iced, "guess I'll just have to give you the slip." And with that bad pun delivered, he wrapped one arm around her and slid her backwards, holding her tight so she wouldn't fall in the strange skating dance.
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