baby I adore you [Closed/Complete]
Characters: Deiphobus & Helen
Date/Time: Before the event, a few days ago.
Location: The streets of NYC and then a... bar.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence.
Summary: Because they love getting under each others' skin... and not in the way Deiphobus would like.
He was far from feeling guilty, and was actually quite proud of the fantastic plan he had thought of for tonight. Sure maybe he had to lie and lead her to think they were going somewhere glamorous, but for the sake of being victorious in the long run it was an easy thing to do. When the cab pulled up to the side of the street, he followed Helen out of the cab and looked up. The building they were in front of was mostly black, with a splash of gold and ivory here and there as well as for trim. The sign read something in a language he could not read, but all in all the place looked like it should be nice inside. The only thing that was out of place was the fact that the restaurant was empty save for maybe two waiters and a bus boy. Not wanting to give her the chance to argue he took her hand and pulled her into the building.
The inside was nice, very fancy looking. A young hostess met them only a few steps in but she looked unsure. “Umm...” As if waiting for someone to rescue her she glanced around the entire restaurant. It was now Deiphobus’ turn to feel uncomfortable, what was that password his boss had told him, or was it a code message. Then he remembered, with a slight roll of his eyes and low grumble he started to say, “She sells sea shells by-” But then was caught off by a handsome young waiter, one he recognized from his last visit. Naturally, his eyes remained on Helen for about one second to long for his comfort.
“Mr. Troas, welcome back, right this way.”
Awkwardly, he turned to look at Helen and grinned ever so slightly.
Helen was not a patient person, she had dressed up for tonight as he had promised to take her somewhere nice. And she had said yes, because Deiphobus owed her for having made her pay for dinner last time. While she was trying to wriggle her hand out of his grip (hey, this was not what he told her to begin with) she was far too involved now to just walk back out, make them take a cab and go somewhere familiar.
Seashells. What a ridiculous thing to say,of course she didn't know it was a password of any kind- or anything really- so she took it for another of Deiphobus' eccentricities.
He grinned and she arched an eyebrow in return as if to say- 'this better be good, or else...' Whatever that 'else' might be, Deiphobus probably knew better than most. Miss Grey was a handful.
Deiphobus knew the night would be a disaster, just because Helen was so difficult, but it would be on his terms and without any distractions. The young man led them down a flight of stars, where they were engulfed in the sweet smells of the dive bar, cigarette smoke was the heaviest, followed by the alcohol and old, moldy stains on the pool table. It was a true man’s bar. Lynyrd Skynyrd was playing softly throughout the bar, and EVERY head turned to gawk at Helen. This was what he hoped to avoid, but it wasn’t so bad. The bar patrons were well over forty or ugly, or both, which was precisely why he had thought to bring Helen here. She wouldn’t be interested in any of these men, and even if they had the courage to make a move she could stomp them midway through a sentence.
He was sure she would insist to leave immediately, but cut her off before she could start to say anything. “I want you to meet someone.” He said quickly pulling Helen along towards the stool his supervisor was sitting. Normally he wouldn’t introduce her to even him, but there were a few times when Deiphobus let it slip that he was married to the most beautiful woman on earth, only to have his coworkers claim that there was no record of him having been married on file. That was bullshit. It was legal in Troy, it would be legal here.
Oh. My. Zeus.
Why had he brought her here? Was he insane? What did he think- oh that bastard was going to pay. Shortly and painfully and fully. Helen scrunched up her nose as she looked around and rolled her eyes at him. The staring was nothing that bothered her, that she was used to. It was the heavy smells and- oh dear Gods- was that mold? Yes, yes it was. "Ew." She muttered to herself and moved closer to Deiphobus. There was the thought of using him as a buffer against all this... ew.
He was dragging her along again and Helen scowled. Oh she was going to- meet someone? "Mrr." Helen made a few more sounds of protests and then forced a plain smile on her face while they went to meet...whoever it was Deiphobus wanted her to meet. It probably was not a good thing.
“Think of it as a chance to expand your horizons and open your mind,” he said with a slight grin. Sure Helen could be hell, but it always seemed so worth it just to watch her squirm, especially in these moments.
When they stood behind the man, Deiphobus cleared his throat and said, “General.” The man turned around to face them, and his eyes were on the soldier for only half a second before he took in all of Helen, which caused the Trojan to grip Helen’s hand harder and scowled. The general didn’t seem to notice. His face was scared, and weathered, that coupled with his razor sharp flat top of hair and broad shoulders, gave the man a beastly look. This man had more experience than any other man or woman on their base. This time Deiphobus cleared his throat loudly and rudely. He knew the general was about to ask Helen for her name, but dammit, he would do the talking. It was nothing against her, but him. “This is Helen.” He didn’t add, my wife, or the woman I told you about, but he could see the understanding in the other man’s eyes. What was insulting, however, was that the general was still undressing his wife with his eyes.
“Helen, this is General Spinelli,” Deiphobus said through a clenched jaw. Before he could put himself on a stool between the two of them, he saw the general lift Helen’s other hand and kiss the back of it gently. What the hell? What game was this?
“The lovely wife I’ve heard so much about.” Deiphobus turned red right then, he could feel the heat in his cheeks. He took to the stool next to the general and ordered a drink, thinking that coming here was the worst idea he’d ever had. The general was well aware that there was no record of the two of them ever being married, but clearly was hoping to embarrass his subordinate. Suddenly his stomach dropped to his ass. This was a man he had respected and maybe even looked up to, but not anymore.
Helen remained unphased by the way the General was looking at her, oh men. So predictable, so all the same- she smiled sweetly at him. The scars, the boldness, he was not attractive at all but someone to be played with. She couldn't help herself when men seemed desperate to be used and toyed with like this. Helen certainly made no effort to do so. Of course the bitterness rose when she realized why Deiphobus had brought her here to begin with.
As a prize to show-off. What a surprise, people never change.
And wife. And wrong name too.
Helen counted from one to twenty, "You have heard much about me?" Helen didn't give up the 'wife' lie just yet, instead toying with the situation, trying to find out what had Deiphobus said. Then when she was satisfied, she'd turn on Deiphobus and embarrass him and then stomp on the sleazy man grabbing her hand. "Like what? I never knew Damien gave me much thought at all."
Deiphobus was surprised Helen hadn’t give him up right then, but he wasn’t sitting comfortably just yet. In another large gulp he finished his drink, waiting for the general to make up some story about the awful things he had said.
“You know, he never has anything but nice things to say about you.” The general smiled widely at Helen, revealing a few gold teeth amongst the set of white. “Though I do wonder sometimes, when he comes to work in a rage, for instance. I always assumed it was trouble at home.” Deiphobus shot the general a look, and a nasty one at that, to which he responded with smug grin. He couldn’t take this much longer, they had to leave.
Quickly he stood from his stool and lowered his head to speak in a quiet voice. “Helen, let’s leave, I know you don’t like it here. It was a mistake bringing you and I apologize.” Apologizing would be worth it if they could leave.
“No, no. Stay for a bit, let me buy you two a drink.” The general boomed, and was already on the bartender when Deiphobus opened his mouth to say no.
“Let’s go Helen.”
“Let the young woman speak for herself.” The general said to Deiphobus, causing him to glare.
Deiphobus was right in not relaxing just yet, Helen seldom did kind things for the sake of being nice. Instead she smiled even wider when she heard the enraged comment, well, Deiphobus always had a temper on him and she did work hard on setting him off now and again... Oh well. "I would love a drink." Helen touched the General's shoulder lightly. Deiphobus wanted to leave? They would not be leaving right now.
Not yet, normally she would have been glad to get out of there, but let there be a lesson for all involved. Herself included.
"I will try what you're having general." Another soft, sweet smile and Helen settled - her hand resting briefly on the table. Oh ewewewewew.
This wasn’t right at all, it was a disaster, and that was an understatement. Deiphobus didn’t expect Helen to believe all of the lies the general could make up, but there were a few truths he was nervous his superior might let slip. Helen clouded everyones good sense, she was so beautiful it was unavoidable. The barmaid delivered their drinks, and the Trojan started in on his without hesitation.
“Take it easy there pal.” The general said in a false buddy buddy voice.
“I’m not your pal,” Deiphobus snapped back, again finishing his drink.
“Okay then.” His eyes became wide and he looked to Helen, and shrugged his shoulders as if unsure, while implying with his expression that Deiphobus was stupid and crazy. What the general did next sent the Trojan into a near frenzy.
“Come sit next to me, Helen.” He said in a happy voice, wrapping one arm around Helen’s waist to lead her to the stool. The drinking glass in his hand shattered when he slammed it down on the table in his fury. Everyone in the bar looked at him, and a few of them even jumped at the sound. Deiphobus didn’t notice his hand was bleeding until the barmaid rushed over. “What the hell man--” she started to say until she saw his hand. “Are you okay?!” She looked as if she could feel the pain.
“I’ll be fine.” He said flatly after reaching across the bar for a white rag and bottle of whiskey.
Apparently the night could not go worse. Or better- it depended.
Helen remained unflinching while he slamned down the glass, his hand bleeding. Normally she might have shown a tad bit of compassion about it, however, considering the circumstances under which he brought her here and the reason- Helen ignored him and instead sat down obediently on the stool, the man's arm around her waist. She hated it and it would be clear for someone who knew Helen that this was not an enjoyable position, but she beared it for the sake of hurting Deiphobus.
Talk about healthy relationships. "I am afraid Damien has a bit of a temper. It makes him ... ah, special, yes." First stomp Deiphobus and then her heel was going into the foot of this salivating- oh ew, was he trying to run her fingers along her waist? Oh for the love of Troy.
And it certainly gets better.
Yes, Deiphobus noticed Helen was uncomfortable, but a shred of his soul was proud of his girl for suffering through the general. She was only doing it to get a rise out of him, and it was working spectacularly. Still, that was something he liked about their relationship. It seemed like a series of games and competitions, and although very stressful and annoying, he liked it more than he didn’t, but he would die before admitting that. Helen was refreshing compared to the blandness of most women, and that seemed like a terrible understatement. That was why he was upset, even if it was a game, he hated seeing it.
“Helen, will you help me out for a second?” He spoke in a loud voice. “I’m going to pour this whiskey on my hand and I need you to tie this rag on it as tight as you can. I’ll probably need fucking stitches, but this should last through the night.” That was when he took the bottle used it to swat the general’s hand away from her waist, before he shook it in front of Helen’s face.
"I'm sorry, darling, but this dress is expensive and I am not getting blood on it." She purposely leaned back against the General trying to inch away from the outstretched hand with blood. Seriously, even if she didn't care about the dress, Helen would still have not helped him- why? Because he had come here to show her off.
"This is why we don't live together, I couldn't cope with the mess." And now the stakes were rising, but Helen didn't care about anyone else in the room but him. Even if the attention and care were unhealthy, it was clear that it had everything to do with him and how mad/annoyed/whichever emotion she was feeling.
Deiphobus stared at her for a second in disbelief, and then laughed for expecting anything more. He didn’t even wince when he poured the alcohol on hand. It hurt like hell, but he wouldn’t show it, not now since the general had revealed his true colors. Next he took the white rag and wrapped it around his injured hand using his other free one as well as his teeth. He had done similar things many times before and was finished in under two minutes.
When he gave his attention back to the general and Helen, his eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. The mother fucker had his hand nearly on her ass, but that was all he needed. Deiphobus stood from his own chair, wrenched his arm from around and stood between the two of them. He could feel his wife breathing they were so close, but similarly he was nearly being poked by the general’s gut.
“What?” The general slurred through his roars of laughter. “Are you going to hit me.”
That’s exactly what Deiphobus did. He turned his fist upside down and punched him in that gut. Thankfully he had been trained to fight at such a close range and only had to move his elbow back slightly. When the general stumbled backward from the stool, Deiphobus kicked it out from under him, sending the man on his back to the floor.
Helen had been about to call it quits when she felt that slimey bastards hand sliding down to her ass- but happily, Deiphobus took care of that. It all happened suddenly and Helen felt the sudden proximity (oh gods, no blood on her dress please). Her hand came to rest against him for a brief moment while the General laughed. Now that the game had changed, Helen adapted.
"Hit him, Deiphobus." She whispered softly, "Break his face for touching me." The words were vicious and so was her tone, though soft. Certainly, Deiphobus brought the worst out in her. In those moments- him beating the General was rather satisfying for her.
"How does that feel?" Helen mocked the man, "I would never touch anything as repulsive as you." She made sure the words were clear, now that Deiphobus had him down there, she had no issues with mocking the man and stomping on his disgusting ego.
Men.
It was strange that nobody in the bar was trying to stop him, but he could hear frantic voices around him, though he didn’t try to comprehend their words. All he understood was Helen, and her request. The general was on the floor and Deiphobus was on his knees over him just punching and punching. He reveled first in the feeling of breaking his nose, and then his jaw, next a golden tooth was knocked out. By that time the generals face was a bloody mess, and he was unconscious, but he didn’t stop. Deiphobus was dead set on killing the man, he felt no guilt for not giving the general a fighting chance, he was just thrilled to be beating this man’s face in.
In the background somebody shouted for someone to call the police. Deiphobus did hear that, and sprang up quickly, and started to take Helen’s hand, but stopped at the sight of the generals blood. “Let’s get out of here.”
And she? She was more than pleased to be part of the reason he had just beaten that man's face in. Were things different, she would be taking her time to recall those moments back in Troy when Deiphobus stood up for her. Blood was disgusting and Helen was inwardly pleased that he had not taken her hand right away. She took his hand, right now? Right now she could live with the blood on her hands.
It was a feeling of power and pleasure- and yes, right now she thought her third husband was special (in the good way).
Now that the general was deal with, Deiphobus was the next in line. Helen led the way out- she was firm and quick in her steps. Out of this disgusting place and into the street. The outside air hit her and Helen closed her eyes briefly, before shifting to check on Deiphobus.
There was no helping it. Deiphobus held onto the wall outside of the establishment and started laughing like a mad man. For one he hadn’t had this kind of rush in a long time, and for another he was definitely going to be in trouble on Monday. “It’s going to be hell on Monday but I don’t regret a thing.” He finally told Helen breathlessly, while grinning at her smugly.
“And you,” he stepped away from the wall and smiled at her genuinely. “You’re a damn good actress.” Deiphobus took a few moments to catch his breath. “But you drive fucking crazy.” His voice wasn’t so full of contempt, as it was frustration and wonder. He almost gripped her shoulders but stopped himself and but left his hands hovering over them for a minute.
But abruptly he stopped, and his grin faded with his excitement. “We need to keep moving. The police’s response time is slow, but not that slow.”
It was not going to be a good day on Monday, Helen gave him a smug look in return- pleased with the compliment. Yes, she did drive him crazy but it was only fair. "I should let the police arrest you." Helen shook her head, blond hair tumbling down around her shoulders (it was also a practised gesture for her) and stepped past him, avoiding his hands which were hoovering over her shoulders.
The night was not done by any means, with the third party down, the war was now between them. And Helen was pissed.
"Let's move then." She wriggled her hand which was now drying witth the general's blood.
Deiphobus jogged the distance between them and took her hand eagerly. “Helen you don’t have to let me do anything.” He laughed shortly at the thought as an elderly couple approached them, looked nervous about the bloody hands, and passed them, but not before saying, “Good evening.” Afterwards he laughed, and gave Helen’s hand a tender squeeze.
“I’m sorry about that.” He said, surprising himself even, man he was chalk full of apologies tonight. “I wanted you to meet my boss, but he was more interested in you than I was comfortable with.” The last of his sentence came out bitterly.
He was apologizing but Helen clicked her tongue and stopped on her tracks, using their linked hands to yank him back firmly. "You wanted to show me off, as a thing. You wanted to impress him, prove that you indeed had a beautiful wife. You forgot that my name here is Isabel and that we are not married. We don't even live together."
And they were not going to live together any time soon. "What is worse is- I don't even know why I'm angry, it's not like this is unusual for you."
At first his eyes widened, but then his expression settled back into that cocky grin. Then he spoke in a defensive tone. First of all Helen is a normal name, and you’re Helen, not Isabel. We are married, and we don’t live together yet.” Deiphobus’ eyes widened again, and he clapped his hands together excitedly as if a brilliant idea had just come to him. But it wasn’t just now, he had only forgotten what he wanted to ask her.
“I want you to change your last name to Troas. We don’t have to have a ceremony, we already did that. Just one of those common law marriages, that people always get. And we’ll get all of the perks that come with it.” Those were all small bonuses, but really he wanted the right to call her his wife without worrying about it. And although it seemed stupid, there was no use in beating around the bush, so he just told her what he wanted straight up.
The response was to slap him. Twice.
Helen shook her head slowly, lips pressed in disapproval. "I am not going to be changing my name so you can fling me about like a prize and well- at least you asked directly. But no."
It was as simple as that, she didn't have to be with him and no longer relayed on his protection. Of course that did not mean she would stop using him if it suited her, but right now? "You're not even listening." Helen gave him a disgusted look and moved to wipe her hand on his shirt, "You take me to a horrible place to show me off, and ask me to change my name to satisfy you."
She shook her head again, resisting the urge to slap him again.
Despite the sudden urge of ... desire she had felt while he had been 'defending her' that quickly went away now. Sigh.
Helen’s slaps always stung, but he’d felt worse pain. Not wanting to give his wife any kind of satisfaction he simply smiled.
Well of course she would say no. But at least now the idea was floating around in her head. And he knew on some level Helen was attracted to him, but she was a very good liar. He finally shrugged as if unaffected by the news. “I was listening. You said no.” He paused shortly. “That still doesn’t change that we were married back home. That is something you should honor.”
With no Paris or Menelaus lurking, Deiphobus thought he had been given the chance to really be with Helen, without interference and judgement.
Floating in her head and thrown out of mind as soon as she was busy with someone else. "Of course, we were, no longer are." Helen paused, "And the only name that would ever change- it would have to be you changing yours. I'm never, you hear me? Never changing mine." Helen of Sparta, Helen of Troy- no, right now she was staying as Isabel Grey, thank you very much.
"Maybe if you had taken me to dinner- as promised-and not to some weird, moldy, smelling place with drooling men to show me off. Then maybe, just maybe I might be in a better mood to turn you down."
Yeah, Helen was now very cranky and it showed with how she stomped her foot and folded her hands, putting them on her hips.
“Yeah, well a couple of guys from work frequent the place. I just wanted to show you something of the people I work with. You should want to learn more about me?” His tone was annoyed and impatient. “Besides, I saved you from the general, and that’s my boss! I’ll be discharged.” Deiphobus shook his head and looked as if he was about to break something. “And like I said before, I wouldn’t take it back if I could. He was a fucker and you helped me see that.” By now Deiphobus was trying to distract Helen, he didn’t want her to be angry, no matter how cute her stomping foot was. .
"I should? Why should I?" Maybe Helen was mistaken, but she clung to the fact he was using her as something pretty like a shield to keep her anger secure around her-or at least to keep him at a distance. "I could have taken him."
Yep, she would maintain that line of argument for a while, she stomped her foot again and turned away from him, crossing her arms over her chest and making a 'humph' sound. "Don't use me like that, Deiphobus."
He rolled his eyes and snorted, “No chance in hell could you take him. Don’t forget I work with him. He’s the highest ranking officer on base.” Deiphobus shook his head as if what he was saying was obvious. He took a few deep breaths and finally pointed rudely at her. “Don’t play the victim. You use me for humor all of the time. I haven’t forgotten that ridiculous frog.” As it usually went, Helen was angry with him, and his own temper was steadily rising.
"I can take you- I can certainly take him." Helen scoffed, but it was hard to stop from laughing when he brought up the frog thing- instead, Helen blinked then started to laugh. "Oh but that was funny! And I wasn't -" Oh Hades, she regretted nothing, it had been an amusing comparison.
Helen turned towards him to swat his hand. "You ruined this evening," Though her tone seemed less angry now, "I am serious though, Deiphobus. I am not your thing to show off. Not like that." Especially not without her knowing and done like that, it really did bother Helen. One of the few things that did and she got angry knowing that her husbands could do that if they wished to do so.
“Stop bitching about it already.” Deiphobus said automatically. “It’s in the past and I said I was sorry.” He wasn’t so specific as to say, I’m sorry for using you, but the sentiment was still there. “End of conversation.” With that he stepped to the curb and looked each way.
“Let’s just get a cab and go home.” He would have expected Helen to be excited and flirty since he had basically saved her. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. She was dwelling on a tiny detail, and missing the big picture as far as Deiphobus was concerned.
"I just want to be sure you understood me, very. clearly." She accentuated the words and then sulked some more. There was a slight twinge of regret for having lost that moment. It would have been good.
"No, I don't want to go home. I'm hungry, cranky and have blood on my hand." And needless to say she did not want her evening to end like that.
Again Deiphobus shrugged. “You expect me to take you out to other places after you don’t even thank me for saving you from the generals lecherous hands?” He laughed loudly and shortly, before untucking his shirt to hold out in front of her. “I’ve got blood on my shirt and pants.” Granted his pants were black so it was hard to see. “And you’re not looking too presentable.” After saying that Deiphobus lifted his hand and wiped it down her breast all the way to her navel, smearing what blood he could. “Maybe you should come back to my place, and I can make you a sandwich, then we can tease Electra.” He continued his taunting by stepping closer to Helen for an embrace.
It wasn't that he had touched her breast- (though that was an issue) her dress was now ruined, Helen gave a shriek. "Well now you've ruined my dress, you're buying me a new one." Nothing ever seemed to go right around Deiphobus, Helen reasoned that that was why she had been so deperate to go back home to Menelaus.
Whatever.
"I wanted a nice, expensive dinner- some dancing and being admired. Not gropped-" she trailed off when he stepped closer and Helen let him. She felt... angry. Frustrated. Yet also exhilarated and pleased that he had beat the crap out of a guy for her. It was flattering.
“I adore you enough for the whole city, Helen. And I’ll put all of my love into this sandwich.” He gave her a false, sweet smile and wiped some loose strands from her face before he he kissed her full on the lips. It was hard enough so that she couldn’t simply jump back and be free, especially not with his hand over the cheek/jaw area. Even in an unexpected kiss, Helen tasted perfect, and god, he just wished she would sleep with him.
There was no denying that she liked kissing and warm bodies and sex. She felt lonely without Paris or Menelaus, who were familiar and she preferred. A muffled protest against his lips and she wanted to chew him out. He was abusing her! This was abuse, dragging her, dirtying her and now he was kissing her.
Helen pushed against him- but not to escape but to return the kiss. There was nothing special that she felt about Deiphobus, other than the familiarity of his mouth and the fact that she could kiss him and it would be fine.
She didn't have to play good girl around him.
Deiphobus finally remembered why he thought this evening would be a good idea. This. And Helen. God could any woman be more perfect? Her lips were soft and inviting--flavoured something maybe, but he couldn't recognize the taste and assumed it was what she was wearing on her lips. Despite that, he hadn't forgotten the feeling, it was all familiar territory. Instinctively his grip tightened around Helen, and not soon after he was trying to add some tongue. Hell, he would take her right then and there, if there was the slightest chance she'd let him, but it was always the same, and she wouldn't. No matter, he revelled in the time she would allow him, and let the hand around her waste slide slowly until it reached the fine arch of her buttocks.
He was an animal. She opened her lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss, but not without pain- she nipped hard over his lips- and then she broke off the kiss for air. Maybe she was tired of it or maybe she needed air, "Stop grabbing my ass." She snapped, looking slightly cranky again, but she had not stomped on his foot or anything.
Instead she leaned back and glared up.
This was like a dream come true. But then it all came to an abrupt end. Sure his lips were swollen, but the pain was minimal, and he rather liked it when Helen decided to make things a little rough... most of the time. Deiphobus moved one of his hands to her forehead, and then ran it gently down her cheek and jaw, smiling sweetly all the while. “You’re so cute when you’re upset.” The sweet vanished and was replaced with smug. He leaned in slightly to place a kiss on the top of her forehead, he kept his lips close to her skin and spoke in a low voice. “And you know I can’t help myself around you.”
"You have to earn it." Helen teased, she wriggled a little, standing on her tip toes to kiss his forehead. To be fair, after Paris? Most husbands felt short in several ways, "You got me the first time around by accident really." Clearly she was promising something, but not really directly promising. It was another game.
Although right now she was quite delighted to be touched. Ah, she had missed it. Not Deiphobus per se, just being touched.
Deiphobus snorted and looked to the side with grin. “Yeah, right an accident.” He scratched the back of his head and finally looked at her seriously. “Look, we’re perfect for each other, just for the fact that we like to get under one another’s skin.” It was because of his best efforts that he was able to keep his face ice cold as he spoke to her. “So you should let me take you back to my place on purpose just to see what happens.” He leaned close to Helen to say the last of his sentence, but pulled away afterward with that cocky grin he wore so well.
Perfect for each other. Helen wanted to blink and stare at him as if he was mad, he had a certain point- they were perfect for driving the other up the wall. "To see what happens? It sounds ominous, Deiphobus." She smiled to herself and watched the cocky grin back in place.
"You just ruined my dress, darling." She leaned in, pressing her body against him briefly teasing, "You better replace it, soon. With something nicer and more expensive."
`Unaffected, he removed his suit jacket and draped it around Helen’s shoulders. “It’ll do.” He then wrapped one arm around her possessively and squeezed. It wasn’t a terribly cold night, and the cool felt refreshing as he continued to move them along the sidewalk. Sirens could be heard in the distance, and Deiphobus was suddenly filled with pride. Then he thought about how cool it would be to run off with Helen. Not that they could go anywhere.
“I don’t think the dress stores are open this time of night, dear.” His dear was said with a hint of sarcasm.
Helen was addictive, she smiled at him and thanked him for the jacket on her shoulders. They continued down the street together and she hummed in thought. "I can wait for that new dress, tomorrow- for sure, you'll take me shopping and buy me proper lunch." Already she was commanding and giving orders.
But still, she was still giving him an opening, not a 'goodbye' for a long time. So clearly she was not as upset about the entire night as she had seemed a while ago, instead she wrapped a lose arm around his waist.
Date/Time: Before the event, a few days ago.
Location: The streets of NYC and then a... bar.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence.
Summary: Because they love getting under each others' skin... and not in the way Deiphobus would like.
He was far from feeling guilty, and was actually quite proud of the fantastic plan he had thought of for tonight. Sure maybe he had to lie and lead her to think they were going somewhere glamorous, but for the sake of being victorious in the long run it was an easy thing to do. When the cab pulled up to the side of the street, he followed Helen out of the cab and looked up. The building they were in front of was mostly black, with a splash of gold and ivory here and there as well as for trim. The sign read something in a language he could not read, but all in all the place looked like it should be nice inside. The only thing that was out of place was the fact that the restaurant was empty save for maybe two waiters and a bus boy. Not wanting to give her the chance to argue he took her hand and pulled her into the building.
The inside was nice, very fancy looking. A young hostess met them only a few steps in but she looked unsure. “Umm...” As if waiting for someone to rescue her she glanced around the entire restaurant. It was now Deiphobus’ turn to feel uncomfortable, what was that password his boss had told him, or was it a code message. Then he remembered, with a slight roll of his eyes and low grumble he started to say, “She sells sea shells by-” But then was caught off by a handsome young waiter, one he recognized from his last visit. Naturally, his eyes remained on Helen for about one second to long for his comfort.
“Mr. Troas, welcome back, right this way.”
Awkwardly, he turned to look at Helen and grinned ever so slightly.
Helen was not a patient person, she had dressed up for tonight as he had promised to take her somewhere nice. And she had said yes, because Deiphobus owed her for having made her pay for dinner last time. While she was trying to wriggle her hand out of his grip (hey, this was not what he told her to begin with) she was far too involved now to just walk back out, make them take a cab and go somewhere familiar.
Seashells. What a ridiculous thing to say,of course she didn't know it was a password of any kind- or anything really- so she took it for another of Deiphobus' eccentricities.
He grinned and she arched an eyebrow in return as if to say- 'this better be good, or else...' Whatever that 'else' might be, Deiphobus probably knew better than most. Miss Grey was a handful.
Deiphobus knew the night would be a disaster, just because Helen was so difficult, but it would be on his terms and without any distractions. The young man led them down a flight of stars, where they were engulfed in the sweet smells of the dive bar, cigarette smoke was the heaviest, followed by the alcohol and old, moldy stains on the pool table. It was a true man’s bar. Lynyrd Skynyrd was playing softly throughout the bar, and EVERY head turned to gawk at Helen. This was what he hoped to avoid, but it wasn’t so bad. The bar patrons were well over forty or ugly, or both, which was precisely why he had thought to bring Helen here. She wouldn’t be interested in any of these men, and even if they had the courage to make a move she could stomp them midway through a sentence.
He was sure she would insist to leave immediately, but cut her off before she could start to say anything. “I want you to meet someone.” He said quickly pulling Helen along towards the stool his supervisor was sitting. Normally he wouldn’t introduce her to even him, but there were a few times when Deiphobus let it slip that he was married to the most beautiful woman on earth, only to have his coworkers claim that there was no record of him having been married on file. That was bullshit. It was legal in Troy, it would be legal here.
Oh. My. Zeus.
Why had he brought her here? Was he insane? What did he think- oh that bastard was going to pay. Shortly and painfully and fully. Helen scrunched up her nose as she looked around and rolled her eyes at him. The staring was nothing that bothered her, that she was used to. It was the heavy smells and- oh dear Gods- was that mold? Yes, yes it was. "Ew." She muttered to herself and moved closer to Deiphobus. There was the thought of using him as a buffer against all this... ew.
He was dragging her along again and Helen scowled. Oh she was going to- meet someone? "Mrr." Helen made a few more sounds of protests and then forced a plain smile on her face while they went to meet...whoever it was Deiphobus wanted her to meet. It probably was not a good thing.
“Think of it as a chance to expand your horizons and open your mind,” he said with a slight grin. Sure Helen could be hell, but it always seemed so worth it just to watch her squirm, especially in these moments.
When they stood behind the man, Deiphobus cleared his throat and said, “General.” The man turned around to face them, and his eyes were on the soldier for only half a second before he took in all of Helen, which caused the Trojan to grip Helen’s hand harder and scowled. The general didn’t seem to notice. His face was scared, and weathered, that coupled with his razor sharp flat top of hair and broad shoulders, gave the man a beastly look. This man had more experience than any other man or woman on their base. This time Deiphobus cleared his throat loudly and rudely. He knew the general was about to ask Helen for her name, but dammit, he would do the talking. It was nothing against her, but him. “This is Helen.” He didn’t add, my wife, or the woman I told you about, but he could see the understanding in the other man’s eyes. What was insulting, however, was that the general was still undressing his wife with his eyes.
“Helen, this is General Spinelli,” Deiphobus said through a clenched jaw. Before he could put himself on a stool between the two of them, he saw the general lift Helen’s other hand and kiss the back of it gently. What the hell? What game was this?
“The lovely wife I’ve heard so much about.” Deiphobus turned red right then, he could feel the heat in his cheeks. He took to the stool next to the general and ordered a drink, thinking that coming here was the worst idea he’d ever had. The general was well aware that there was no record of the two of them ever being married, but clearly was hoping to embarrass his subordinate. Suddenly his stomach dropped to his ass. This was a man he had respected and maybe even looked up to, but not anymore.
Helen remained unphased by the way the General was looking at her, oh men. So predictable, so all the same- she smiled sweetly at him. The scars, the boldness, he was not attractive at all but someone to be played with. She couldn't help herself when men seemed desperate to be used and toyed with like this. Helen certainly made no effort to do so. Of course the bitterness rose when she realized why Deiphobus had brought her here to begin with.
As a prize to show-off. What a surprise, people never change.
And wife. And wrong name too.
Helen counted from one to twenty, "You have heard much about me?" Helen didn't give up the 'wife' lie just yet, instead toying with the situation, trying to find out what had Deiphobus said. Then when she was satisfied, she'd turn on Deiphobus and embarrass him and then stomp on the sleazy man grabbing her hand. "Like what? I never knew Damien gave me much thought at all."
Deiphobus was surprised Helen hadn’t give him up right then, but he wasn’t sitting comfortably just yet. In another large gulp he finished his drink, waiting for the general to make up some story about the awful things he had said.
“You know, he never has anything but nice things to say about you.” The general smiled widely at Helen, revealing a few gold teeth amongst the set of white. “Though I do wonder sometimes, when he comes to work in a rage, for instance. I always assumed it was trouble at home.” Deiphobus shot the general a look, and a nasty one at that, to which he responded with smug grin. He couldn’t take this much longer, they had to leave.
Quickly he stood from his stool and lowered his head to speak in a quiet voice. “Helen, let’s leave, I know you don’t like it here. It was a mistake bringing you and I apologize.” Apologizing would be worth it if they could leave.
“No, no. Stay for a bit, let me buy you two a drink.” The general boomed, and was already on the bartender when Deiphobus opened his mouth to say no.
“Let’s go Helen.”
“Let the young woman speak for herself.” The general said to Deiphobus, causing him to glare.
Deiphobus was right in not relaxing just yet, Helen seldom did kind things for the sake of being nice. Instead she smiled even wider when she heard the enraged comment, well, Deiphobus always had a temper on him and she did work hard on setting him off now and again... Oh well. "I would love a drink." Helen touched the General's shoulder lightly. Deiphobus wanted to leave? They would not be leaving right now.
Not yet, normally she would have been glad to get out of there, but let there be a lesson for all involved. Herself included.
"I will try what you're having general." Another soft, sweet smile and Helen settled - her hand resting briefly on the table. Oh ewewewewew.
This wasn’t right at all, it was a disaster, and that was an understatement. Deiphobus didn’t expect Helen to believe all of the lies the general could make up, but there were a few truths he was nervous his superior might let slip. Helen clouded everyones good sense, she was so beautiful it was unavoidable. The barmaid delivered their drinks, and the Trojan started in on his without hesitation.
“Take it easy there pal.” The general said in a false buddy buddy voice.
“I’m not your pal,” Deiphobus snapped back, again finishing his drink.
“Okay then.” His eyes became wide and he looked to Helen, and shrugged his shoulders as if unsure, while implying with his expression that Deiphobus was stupid and crazy. What the general did next sent the Trojan into a near frenzy.
“Come sit next to me, Helen.” He said in a happy voice, wrapping one arm around Helen’s waist to lead her to the stool. The drinking glass in his hand shattered when he slammed it down on the table in his fury. Everyone in the bar looked at him, and a few of them even jumped at the sound. Deiphobus didn’t notice his hand was bleeding until the barmaid rushed over. “What the hell man--” she started to say until she saw his hand. “Are you okay?!” She looked as if she could feel the pain.
“I’ll be fine.” He said flatly after reaching across the bar for a white rag and bottle of whiskey.
Apparently the night could not go worse. Or better- it depended.
Helen remained unflinching while he slamned down the glass, his hand bleeding. Normally she might have shown a tad bit of compassion about it, however, considering the circumstances under which he brought her here and the reason- Helen ignored him and instead sat down obediently on the stool, the man's arm around her waist. She hated it and it would be clear for someone who knew Helen that this was not an enjoyable position, but she beared it for the sake of hurting Deiphobus.
Talk about healthy relationships. "I am afraid Damien has a bit of a temper. It makes him ... ah, special, yes." First stomp Deiphobus and then her heel was going into the foot of this salivating- oh ew, was he trying to run her fingers along her waist? Oh for the love of Troy.
And it certainly gets better.
Yes, Deiphobus noticed Helen was uncomfortable, but a shred of his soul was proud of his girl for suffering through the general. She was only doing it to get a rise out of him, and it was working spectacularly. Still, that was something he liked about their relationship. It seemed like a series of games and competitions, and although very stressful and annoying, he liked it more than he didn’t, but he would die before admitting that. Helen was refreshing compared to the blandness of most women, and that seemed like a terrible understatement. That was why he was upset, even if it was a game, he hated seeing it.
“Helen, will you help me out for a second?” He spoke in a loud voice. “I’m going to pour this whiskey on my hand and I need you to tie this rag on it as tight as you can. I’ll probably need fucking stitches, but this should last through the night.” That was when he took the bottle used it to swat the general’s hand away from her waist, before he shook it in front of Helen’s face.
"I'm sorry, darling, but this dress is expensive and I am not getting blood on it." She purposely leaned back against the General trying to inch away from the outstretched hand with blood. Seriously, even if she didn't care about the dress, Helen would still have not helped him- why? Because he had come here to show her off.
"This is why we don't live together, I couldn't cope with the mess." And now the stakes were rising, but Helen didn't care about anyone else in the room but him. Even if the attention and care were unhealthy, it was clear that it had everything to do with him and how mad/annoyed/whichever emotion she was feeling.
Deiphobus stared at her for a second in disbelief, and then laughed for expecting anything more. He didn’t even wince when he poured the alcohol on hand. It hurt like hell, but he wouldn’t show it, not now since the general had revealed his true colors. Next he took the white rag and wrapped it around his injured hand using his other free one as well as his teeth. He had done similar things many times before and was finished in under two minutes.
When he gave his attention back to the general and Helen, his eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. The mother fucker had his hand nearly on her ass, but that was all he needed. Deiphobus stood from his own chair, wrenched his arm from around and stood between the two of them. He could feel his wife breathing they were so close, but similarly he was nearly being poked by the general’s gut.
“What?” The general slurred through his roars of laughter. “Are you going to hit me.”
That’s exactly what Deiphobus did. He turned his fist upside down and punched him in that gut. Thankfully he had been trained to fight at such a close range and only had to move his elbow back slightly. When the general stumbled backward from the stool, Deiphobus kicked it out from under him, sending the man on his back to the floor.
Helen had been about to call it quits when she felt that slimey bastards hand sliding down to her ass- but happily, Deiphobus took care of that. It all happened suddenly and Helen felt the sudden proximity (oh gods, no blood on her dress please). Her hand came to rest against him for a brief moment while the General laughed. Now that the game had changed, Helen adapted.
"Hit him, Deiphobus." She whispered softly, "Break his face for touching me." The words were vicious and so was her tone, though soft. Certainly, Deiphobus brought the worst out in her. In those moments- him beating the General was rather satisfying for her.
"How does that feel?" Helen mocked the man, "I would never touch anything as repulsive as you." She made sure the words were clear, now that Deiphobus had him down there, she had no issues with mocking the man and stomping on his disgusting ego.
Men.
It was strange that nobody in the bar was trying to stop him, but he could hear frantic voices around him, though he didn’t try to comprehend their words. All he understood was Helen, and her request. The general was on the floor and Deiphobus was on his knees over him just punching and punching. He reveled first in the feeling of breaking his nose, and then his jaw, next a golden tooth was knocked out. By that time the generals face was a bloody mess, and he was unconscious, but he didn’t stop. Deiphobus was dead set on killing the man, he felt no guilt for not giving the general a fighting chance, he was just thrilled to be beating this man’s face in.
In the background somebody shouted for someone to call the police. Deiphobus did hear that, and sprang up quickly, and started to take Helen’s hand, but stopped at the sight of the generals blood. “Let’s get out of here.”
And she? She was more than pleased to be part of the reason he had just beaten that man's face in. Were things different, she would be taking her time to recall those moments back in Troy when Deiphobus stood up for her. Blood was disgusting and Helen was inwardly pleased that he had not taken her hand right away. She took his hand, right now? Right now she could live with the blood on her hands.
It was a feeling of power and pleasure- and yes, right now she thought her third husband was special (in the good way).
Now that the general was deal with, Deiphobus was the next in line. Helen led the way out- she was firm and quick in her steps. Out of this disgusting place and into the street. The outside air hit her and Helen closed her eyes briefly, before shifting to check on Deiphobus.
There was no helping it. Deiphobus held onto the wall outside of the establishment and started laughing like a mad man. For one he hadn’t had this kind of rush in a long time, and for another he was definitely going to be in trouble on Monday. “It’s going to be hell on Monday but I don’t regret a thing.” He finally told Helen breathlessly, while grinning at her smugly.
“And you,” he stepped away from the wall and smiled at her genuinely. “You’re a damn good actress.” Deiphobus took a few moments to catch his breath. “But you drive fucking crazy.” His voice wasn’t so full of contempt, as it was frustration and wonder. He almost gripped her shoulders but stopped himself and but left his hands hovering over them for a minute.
But abruptly he stopped, and his grin faded with his excitement. “We need to keep moving. The police’s response time is slow, but not that slow.”
It was not going to be a good day on Monday, Helen gave him a smug look in return- pleased with the compliment. Yes, she did drive him crazy but it was only fair. "I should let the police arrest you." Helen shook her head, blond hair tumbling down around her shoulders (it was also a practised gesture for her) and stepped past him, avoiding his hands which were hoovering over her shoulders.
The night was not done by any means, with the third party down, the war was now between them. And Helen was pissed.
"Let's move then." She wriggled her hand which was now drying witth the general's blood.
Deiphobus jogged the distance between them and took her hand eagerly. “Helen you don’t have to let me do anything.” He laughed shortly at the thought as an elderly couple approached them, looked nervous about the bloody hands, and passed them, but not before saying, “Good evening.” Afterwards he laughed, and gave Helen’s hand a tender squeeze.
“I’m sorry about that.” He said, surprising himself even, man he was chalk full of apologies tonight. “I wanted you to meet my boss, but he was more interested in you than I was comfortable with.” The last of his sentence came out bitterly.
He was apologizing but Helen clicked her tongue and stopped on her tracks, using their linked hands to yank him back firmly. "You wanted to show me off, as a thing. You wanted to impress him, prove that you indeed had a beautiful wife. You forgot that my name here is Isabel and that we are not married. We don't even live together."
And they were not going to live together any time soon. "What is worse is- I don't even know why I'm angry, it's not like this is unusual for you."
At first his eyes widened, but then his expression settled back into that cocky grin. Then he spoke in a defensive tone. First of all Helen is a normal name, and you’re Helen, not Isabel. We are married, and we don’t live together yet.” Deiphobus’ eyes widened again, and he clapped his hands together excitedly as if a brilliant idea had just come to him. But it wasn’t just now, he had only forgotten what he wanted to ask her.
“I want you to change your last name to Troas. We don’t have to have a ceremony, we already did that. Just one of those common law marriages, that people always get. And we’ll get all of the perks that come with it.” Those were all small bonuses, but really he wanted the right to call her his wife without worrying about it. And although it seemed stupid, there was no use in beating around the bush, so he just told her what he wanted straight up.
The response was to slap him. Twice.
Helen shook her head slowly, lips pressed in disapproval. "I am not going to be changing my name so you can fling me about like a prize and well- at least you asked directly. But no."
It was as simple as that, she didn't have to be with him and no longer relayed on his protection. Of course that did not mean she would stop using him if it suited her, but right now? "You're not even listening." Helen gave him a disgusted look and moved to wipe her hand on his shirt, "You take me to a horrible place to show me off, and ask me to change my name to satisfy you."
She shook her head again, resisting the urge to slap him again.
Despite the sudden urge of ... desire she had felt while he had been 'defending her' that quickly went away now. Sigh.
Helen’s slaps always stung, but he’d felt worse pain. Not wanting to give his wife any kind of satisfaction he simply smiled.
Well of course she would say no. But at least now the idea was floating around in her head. And he knew on some level Helen was attracted to him, but she was a very good liar. He finally shrugged as if unaffected by the news. “I was listening. You said no.” He paused shortly. “That still doesn’t change that we were married back home. That is something you should honor.”
With no Paris or Menelaus lurking, Deiphobus thought he had been given the chance to really be with Helen, without interference and judgement.
Floating in her head and thrown out of mind as soon as she was busy with someone else. "Of course, we were, no longer are." Helen paused, "And the only name that would ever change- it would have to be you changing yours. I'm never, you hear me? Never changing mine." Helen of Sparta, Helen of Troy- no, right now she was staying as Isabel Grey, thank you very much.
"Maybe if you had taken me to dinner- as promised-and not to some weird, moldy, smelling place with drooling men to show me off. Then maybe, just maybe I might be in a better mood to turn you down."
Yeah, Helen was now very cranky and it showed with how she stomped her foot and folded her hands, putting them on her hips.
“Yeah, well a couple of guys from work frequent the place. I just wanted to show you something of the people I work with. You should want to learn more about me?” His tone was annoyed and impatient. “Besides, I saved you from the general, and that’s my boss! I’ll be discharged.” Deiphobus shook his head and looked as if he was about to break something. “And like I said before, I wouldn’t take it back if I could. He was a fucker and you helped me see that.” By now Deiphobus was trying to distract Helen, he didn’t want her to be angry, no matter how cute her stomping foot was. .
"I should? Why should I?" Maybe Helen was mistaken, but she clung to the fact he was using her as something pretty like a shield to keep her anger secure around her-or at least to keep him at a distance. "I could have taken him."
Yep, she would maintain that line of argument for a while, she stomped her foot again and turned away from him, crossing her arms over her chest and making a 'humph' sound. "Don't use me like that, Deiphobus."
He rolled his eyes and snorted, “No chance in hell could you take him. Don’t forget I work with him. He’s the highest ranking officer on base.” Deiphobus shook his head as if what he was saying was obvious. He took a few deep breaths and finally pointed rudely at her. “Don’t play the victim. You use me for humor all of the time. I haven’t forgotten that ridiculous frog.” As it usually went, Helen was angry with him, and his own temper was steadily rising.
"I can take you- I can certainly take him." Helen scoffed, but it was hard to stop from laughing when he brought up the frog thing- instead, Helen blinked then started to laugh. "Oh but that was funny! And I wasn't -" Oh Hades, she regretted nothing, it had been an amusing comparison.
Helen turned towards him to swat his hand. "You ruined this evening," Though her tone seemed less angry now, "I am serious though, Deiphobus. I am not your thing to show off. Not like that." Especially not without her knowing and done like that, it really did bother Helen. One of the few things that did and she got angry knowing that her husbands could do that if they wished to do so.
“Stop bitching about it already.” Deiphobus said automatically. “It’s in the past and I said I was sorry.” He wasn’t so specific as to say, I’m sorry for using you, but the sentiment was still there. “End of conversation.” With that he stepped to the curb and looked each way.
“Let’s just get a cab and go home.” He would have expected Helen to be excited and flirty since he had basically saved her. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. She was dwelling on a tiny detail, and missing the big picture as far as Deiphobus was concerned.
"I just want to be sure you understood me, very. clearly." She accentuated the words and then sulked some more. There was a slight twinge of regret for having lost that moment. It would have been good.
"No, I don't want to go home. I'm hungry, cranky and have blood on my hand." And needless to say she did not want her evening to end like that.
Again Deiphobus shrugged. “You expect me to take you out to other places after you don’t even thank me for saving you from the generals lecherous hands?” He laughed loudly and shortly, before untucking his shirt to hold out in front of her. “I’ve got blood on my shirt and pants.” Granted his pants were black so it was hard to see. “And you’re not looking too presentable.” After saying that Deiphobus lifted his hand and wiped it down her breast all the way to her navel, smearing what blood he could. “Maybe you should come back to my place, and I can make you a sandwich, then we can tease Electra.” He continued his taunting by stepping closer to Helen for an embrace.
It wasn't that he had touched her breast- (though that was an issue) her dress was now ruined, Helen gave a shriek. "Well now you've ruined my dress, you're buying me a new one." Nothing ever seemed to go right around Deiphobus, Helen reasoned that that was why she had been so deperate to go back home to Menelaus.
Whatever.
"I wanted a nice, expensive dinner- some dancing and being admired. Not gropped-" she trailed off when he stepped closer and Helen let him. She felt... angry. Frustrated. Yet also exhilarated and pleased that he had beat the crap out of a guy for her. It was flattering.
“I adore you enough for the whole city, Helen. And I’ll put all of my love into this sandwich.” He gave her a false, sweet smile and wiped some loose strands from her face before he he kissed her full on the lips. It was hard enough so that she couldn’t simply jump back and be free, especially not with his hand over the cheek/jaw area. Even in an unexpected kiss, Helen tasted perfect, and god, he just wished she would sleep with him.
There was no denying that she liked kissing and warm bodies and sex. She felt lonely without Paris or Menelaus, who were familiar and she preferred. A muffled protest against his lips and she wanted to chew him out. He was abusing her! This was abuse, dragging her, dirtying her and now he was kissing her.
Helen pushed against him- but not to escape but to return the kiss. There was nothing special that she felt about Deiphobus, other than the familiarity of his mouth and the fact that she could kiss him and it would be fine.
She didn't have to play good girl around him.
Deiphobus finally remembered why he thought this evening would be a good idea. This. And Helen. God could any woman be more perfect? Her lips were soft and inviting--flavoured something maybe, but he couldn't recognize the taste and assumed it was what she was wearing on her lips. Despite that, he hadn't forgotten the feeling, it was all familiar territory. Instinctively his grip tightened around Helen, and not soon after he was trying to add some tongue. Hell, he would take her right then and there, if there was the slightest chance she'd let him, but it was always the same, and she wouldn't. No matter, he revelled in the time she would allow him, and let the hand around her waste slide slowly until it reached the fine arch of her buttocks.
He was an animal. She opened her lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss, but not without pain- she nipped hard over his lips- and then she broke off the kiss for air. Maybe she was tired of it or maybe she needed air, "Stop grabbing my ass." She snapped, looking slightly cranky again, but she had not stomped on his foot or anything.
Instead she leaned back and glared up.
This was like a dream come true. But then it all came to an abrupt end. Sure his lips were swollen, but the pain was minimal, and he rather liked it when Helen decided to make things a little rough... most of the time. Deiphobus moved one of his hands to her forehead, and then ran it gently down her cheek and jaw, smiling sweetly all the while. “You’re so cute when you’re upset.” The sweet vanished and was replaced with smug. He leaned in slightly to place a kiss on the top of her forehead, he kept his lips close to her skin and spoke in a low voice. “And you know I can’t help myself around you.”
"You have to earn it." Helen teased, she wriggled a little, standing on her tip toes to kiss his forehead. To be fair, after Paris? Most husbands felt short in several ways, "You got me the first time around by accident really." Clearly she was promising something, but not really directly promising. It was another game.
Although right now she was quite delighted to be touched. Ah, she had missed it. Not Deiphobus per se, just being touched.
Deiphobus snorted and looked to the side with grin. “Yeah, right an accident.” He scratched the back of his head and finally looked at her seriously. “Look, we’re perfect for each other, just for the fact that we like to get under one another’s skin.” It was because of his best efforts that he was able to keep his face ice cold as he spoke to her. “So you should let me take you back to my place on purpose just to see what happens.” He leaned close to Helen to say the last of his sentence, but pulled away afterward with that cocky grin he wore so well.
Perfect for each other. Helen wanted to blink and stare at him as if he was mad, he had a certain point- they were perfect for driving the other up the wall. "To see what happens? It sounds ominous, Deiphobus." She smiled to herself and watched the cocky grin back in place.
"You just ruined my dress, darling." She leaned in, pressing her body against him briefly teasing, "You better replace it, soon. With something nicer and more expensive."
`Unaffected, he removed his suit jacket and draped it around Helen’s shoulders. “It’ll do.” He then wrapped one arm around her possessively and squeezed. It wasn’t a terribly cold night, and the cool felt refreshing as he continued to move them along the sidewalk. Sirens could be heard in the distance, and Deiphobus was suddenly filled with pride. Then he thought about how cool it would be to run off with Helen. Not that they could go anywhere.
“I don’t think the dress stores are open this time of night, dear.” His dear was said with a hint of sarcasm.
Helen was addictive, she smiled at him and thanked him for the jacket on her shoulders. They continued down the street together and she hummed in thought. "I can wait for that new dress, tomorrow- for sure, you'll take me shopping and buy me proper lunch." Already she was commanding and giving orders.
But still, she was still giving him an opening, not a 'goodbye' for a long time. So clearly she was not as upset about the entire night as she had seemed a while ago, instead she wrapped a lose arm around his waist.