She can shift, she can sway, and bend like a willow

[syl_thorn]

Head's killin' me. Fuckin' throbbin' s'damn hard can't b'lieve act'ally managed t'sleep. Too damn much t'drink las' night pretty damn clearly. Leas's nice'n dim in'ere, 'n th'bed's good'n warm

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[tezcatl_ipoca]

...What am I meant to say? That I'm disturbed because she wasn't - what? Sad, pissed? Bothered in the slightest?

"Just thought you wanted us to get together, and I turned you down.... Wanted to be sure you were okay."

[syl_thorn]

Lookin' at me al shifty, shufflin' 'round on foot 'n stump. "Just thought you wanted us to get together, and I turned you down.... Wanted to be sure you were okay."

Oh fer fuck's sake... "Tez, I ain't fifteen. Ain't some moony girl chasin' after ya all calf-eyed. Hadda nice li'l night'n mornin', ya said ya didn' wanna keep runnin' wit'it. Ye're allowed. Ain't gonna get upset 'boutat."

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"Tez, I ain't fifteen. Ain't some moony girl chasin' after ya all calf-eyed. Hadda nice li'l night'n mornin', ya said ya didn' wanna keep runnin' wit'it. Ye're allowed. Ain't gonna get upset 'boutat."

Look up at her. Strangest damn woman I ever met. "That's...good." So why doesn't it feel good; why does it leave me flat, stale as old coffee? "Look, can I come in?" Don't want to stand out here where anyone can come by. Hell of a conversation to have in front of folks.

[syl_thorn]

"That's...good." 'e says.

Okay....so why's 'e still standin'ere?

"Look, can I come in?"

Shrug, close th'window 'n go 'round t'th'door. "Okay, Tez. What the hell's up wit'is?" Says I after we get 'rselves settled in.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

At least she's let me in, but now we're sitting here I have no idea what to say. And she's looking at me like she expects me to say something.

"Okay, Tez. What the hell's up wit'is?"

"Up? Nothing. Just thought we could spend some time together." It's not like we haven't before - not often at this time in the morning, admittedly, and not when she's working, but.... "Do you want me to go?"

[syl_thorn]

"Up? Nothing. Just thought we could spend some time together. Do you want me to go?"

Oh, Jesus wept. Maybe I ain't fifteen, but'm startin' t'think onovvus is. "No, Tez, don't want ya t'go. Jes' wanna know what's goin' on witcha. Been actin' squirrely ever since I asked th'fuckin' question. I don't gotta problem witchou sayin' no...y'sure you don't got one?"

[tezcatl_ipoca]

...Squirrely?

Take a long breath. Something's sure as hell wrong with me, and maybe that's as good an explanation as any other. But fuck, I know what I'll end up doing to her if we go down this road, and she's seen enough trouble.

But I'll admit I'm curious as hell, too. She lays it down straight, does Syl, and I like that. Woman who knows her mind.

Another breath, and ask her: "And if I do?"

[syl_thorn]

"And if I do?"

Oh for...

"Then's yer problem, Tez." I say, "'ve given ya th'choice, an'm happy whichever way ya d'cide t'go. S'up t'you now. So, gonna ask ya 'gain...do ya wanna get t'gether?"

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"So, gonna ask ya 'gain...do ya wanna get t'gether?"

Stupidest fucking thing I could do - and isn't that always what I end up doing. Hear the frustration in my own voice when I sigh. "Does it matter? Don't want to screw you up."

- flash of something in her eyes, not anything pleased, and when am I going to learn Syl's not going to let anyone take care of her feelings for her? "Shit, Syl. Kinda want to, yeah. Reckon I do. Just...don't want to send what we *have* got straight to hell. Kind of good at that, as you might have noticed."

[syl_thorn]

"Does it matter? Don't want to screw you up."

I swear t'fuckin' God, 'bout ready to kick'im out th'fuckin' window. "Tez, I'm th'one't gets t'decide if'n 'is's right fer me. Youg gotta decide if'n's right fer you. Ya don't get t'turn yerself inta a martyr fer my sake."

"Shit, Syl. Kinda want to, yeah. Reckon I do. Just...don't want to send what we *have* got straight to hell. Kind of good at that, as you might have noticed."

"Yeah, 've noticed," an'I have. Don't think've ever seen Tez havva 'lationship 'it lasted more'n a couple weeks, an' none ovvem ever ended well. Yellin' 'n cryin' anna couple times wit' Tez gettin' beat up. "But we ain't kids, Tez, 'n we ain't strangers. Ya think'm stupid? Seen ya fuck up wit' people more times'n I c'n count, an'I don't wanna fuck up what we got neither. Wouldn't be suggestin'is if'n I didn' think we could deal wit'it. So, gonna ask ya 'gain; do ya wanna get t'gether?"

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"But we ain't kids, Tez, 'n we ain't strangers. Ya think'm stupid? Seen ya fuck up wit' people more times'n I c'n count, an'I don't wanna fuck up what we got neither. Wouldn't be suggestin'is if'n I didn' think we could deal wit'it. So, gonna ask ya 'gain; do ya wanna get t'gether?"

I'm wondering if being intrigued is a good enough reason. "I reckon...yeah, Syl. We could give it a go." Don't figure on it lasting long - few weeks, tops - but with her sense, hopefully we'll be friends again when it all goes wrong.

Duck my head a bit and don't quite look at her. Don't know what the hell we do now.

[syl_thorn]

Tez shuffles 'round a bit. Finally mutters, "I reckon...yeah, Syl. We could give it a go." Then 'e drops'is head like 'e can't lookat me, an' goes all quiet.

...hell. Pretty clear'm gonna hafta lead th'way through allathis. Well, kinda figured'at, really. "Then c'mere, Tez. C'mere."

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"Then c'mere, Tez. C'mere." Sounds more resigned but happy, and I go over to her and just look at her for a moment. Part of me's still seeing that skinny little girl, and the fierce gawky teenager. Not quite sure when she got beautiful.

Put my hands on either side of her face and keep looking; have to reach quite a way to do it. Got so damn tall, too. Brush her hair back with my fingers. "Yeah?"

[syl_thorn]

Dunno'f'e re'lizes 'm glad. Been a while since I hadda boyfriend...gotta 'dmit, whenI shack up wit' somebody 's us'ally a chick. If'n I want cock 's easy 'nough t'find it ferra night'r two, 'n don't find too many fellas I like well 'nough t'keep 'round after I get m'itch scratched. An'I ain't never tried'is b'fore, shackin' up witta friend. Given how much time Tez'n me spend t'gether don't think it'll change us much. Jes' means we's guaranteed sex when we head out t'gether, an' we get t'make out wit' each other in alleys steada onovvus standin' guard fer th'other t'make sure nothin' gets ugly

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Fuck, I like the way she kisses. Hands on mine and lips firm, determined; not much soft and nothing yielding about Syl. Feel my dick stir a bit when I open my mouth under hers, let her tongue in. Glad I followed her, really am.

[syl_thorn]

Nice kiss. Long, warm...nice. Ain't kissed nobody likat inna long, long while. An' when we break it Tez's smilin' at me. Ain't sure've ever seenim smile quite like'at. Kiss'im again, jes' quick onnis mouth.

"Now. Lemme finish m'work." I says, light 'n teasin'. Temptin' azzitis t'jes' pullim inta bed, I'll never get any work done if'n we get started again. "Can pick'is up t'night, yeah?"

An', oh, hell, suddenly I'm really lookin' forward t'nightfall.