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[_heather_v]

This is a new sensation. I'm actually...relaxed. Amazing, I thought I'd never feel this way again. It's not that I spent Spring Break this past week doing nothing, but I finally managed to catch up, on everything! I got all my papers graded, planned out the next few weeks' lessons, met with our costume volunteers and got them all working in a

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[stefan_d]

I'd been sittin' at the bar talking to Astra for a while, and once she got busy, I stayed there, working on my 3rd Pepsi. I wasn't in any danger of getting drunk, but I might be buzzed from all the sugar by the time I left. I'd found myself at loose ends and figured, why not?

I sighed, stretching and figuring I'd head out in a few and drown myself in trash TV.

[_heather_v]

I see Stefan at the bar, and look around, wondering if Taffy's here, too. I don't see her right off, but that doesn't mean anything, she could be in the back room again. I stop behind him.

"I see you decided to stay away from the beer this time," I comment, glancing at his drink. "Probably a good thing, unless that's spiked with something stronger." I slide onto the stool next to him, making no effort to hide a teasing grin. I'm fairly sure he's been avoiding me since our last meeting here. I hadn't run into him even once at school the week before break, and the school just wasn't that big.

[stefan_d]

I can feel my cheeks flushing. I never used to blush this easy. Damn, what's wrong with me these days?

"Hi." I clear my throat, my fingers going to my glass to fiddle with it, nearly knockin' it over. I save it before it can go flyin' off over the side of the bar. "It's just Pepsi," I tell her.

I feel like the world's biggest asshole right now. There's no tellin' what she thinks of me.

[_heather_v]

"Well, you learn from your mistakes, that's something," I reply, then the blush and the fumble makes me have pity on him and let him off the hook. "You weren't that bad, you know. It was actually pretty funny."

[stefan_d]

"I gotta tell you, those girls are a little scary," I say. My ice has melted some, and I raise my glass and sip the water that remains. "It's been twelve years since I was in high school... they're a hell of a lot more aggressive these days." I hate to think about what New York girls would be like. Damn.

[_heather_v]

I eye him. "Mmmm, you're the old fashioned type then? Like to be the one asking a girl out, or, say, home for a threesome, and so forth?" I suppress a grin. Alright, I'm bad, but seriously, the guy needs to lighten up.

[stefan_d]

Old-fashioned? Obviously she don't know me well. I give her the eye. "They're underage, hence the scariness. That wouldn't've bothered me several years ago."

My threesome story? And yes I have one. I'm not sharing. I snicker and immediately suppress it. "And sure, most of the time I'd rather do the askin' out. That's not always how it goes, though. When I used to date," I add.

[_heather_v]

Hmm, he was either cooler than I thought, or he didn't actually remember the jokes about Taffy and I putting him to bed, with all the innuendos that had gotten tossed around. I blush slightly--it's always so disconcerting to have a pointed joke go over someone's head like that.

"Yes," I say, finally, taking a quick slug of my drink, finishing it. "When I used to date I kind of liked being asked out...it wasn't meant as an insult or anything."

I look at the empty glass and consider ordering another. Or maybe, as much as he confused me, that would lead to yet another and me acting like an idiot tonight. Why does he keep feeling the need to remind me he's out of the dating pool? Am I that obvious? And if so, why, when I'm not at all certain I want to date him?

Yeah, but you sure wouldn't say no to a one night stand, would you?

[_heather_v]

So Mr. Woman-are-evil is upping the ante, is he? I kind of wish we'd stop dancing around the subject; I mean, if he really IS wanting a no-strings-attached kind of thing, I'm there. But it seems maybe to be how he goes about these things--old-fashioned--so I flirt along.

I glance significantly at the empty glass and reply, "I did say another drink wasn't what I needed." I toss in a little bat of the eyelashes. "What did you have in mind?"

[stefan_d]

Okay, we're definitely on the same page. I just wanted to be sure. My brain is tryin' to ask me if I've thought this through, but Old New-York-Smooth Stef is firmly in control right now. One hand is in her lap underneath the edge of the bar, and I slide mine under there too, moving my fingers over her skin very lightly. "I think maybe I could show you better than I could tell you," I say. I'm close enough to her to kiss her cheek if that's what I had in mind.

Out with it, boy. "If you wanted to come home with me, I could definitely show you."

[_heather_v]

Mmm, the breath on the cheek thing, that's...so very nice. I'm really enjoying the touch under the bar and--who am I kidding, he didn't have to try half this hard. But it's kind of nice he did.

I lean back just far enough so I can meet his eyes, and try very hard not to make it too--what did he call it?--aggressive. "Your place, hmm?" So he has turf issues, I can live with that. "Just let me powder my nose and I'm there," I almost purr. Then I make a great production of having a hard time moving away, giving him a smile over my shoulder as I go. Oh yeah, all those years of acting classes? So very worth the time spent, if it makes him all the more eager.

[stefan_d]

Astra's givin' me the strangest look. I pretend not to notice as I pay for my sodas and Heather's drink. Nodding to her, I lean against the bar, waiting for Heather to re-emerge.

I walked over here, so I guess we can take her car back to the house. She can give me a ride. Heh. Sometimes I find myself so amusing.

[stefan_d]

"Mm-hmm," I murmur. I tug her through the door to the bedroom and pause to pull my shirt over my head. The room is lit only by the light from the lamp on the end table in the next room... nice and ambiance-y. I think for a second and remember that yes, I do have rubbers in the drawer of my bedside table. It's all good.

I reach for her hand to get her closer, smiling.

[_heather_v]

"Well," I say, letting him pull me in for a kiss, and then push I him down onto the bed, "When you finally make up your mind, you don't waste much time, do you?" I lean over him and start working the buttons on my shirt.

[stefan_d]

"Nope." I look up at her as she discards her shirt. She's like me; just flings the clothes wherever they fall. Nothin' like a carpet of clothing scattered over the floor. Somehow, the reasons why this might not be a good idea have flown away, out of reach. They never entered my mind from the time we left the bar, actually. We're just havin' fun, right?

I pat the waistband of her pants; it's one of those deals that fastens on the side. People who make women's clothes are on crack, I'm tellin' ya. I finally manage to get it unsnapped.

[_heather_v]

He manages to get it open without ripping anything--I'm impressed. Not quite the caveman approach he has me almost expecting with his monosyllabic comments. Oh well, I didn't come here for the scintillating conversation, did I? The hot little kisses on my neck are just what I needed.

I roll over, bouncing a little on the mattress next to him, and tug him on top. "Can't get yours off if you're laying on them, can I?" I tease.