The address will lead her to a stucco house, painted a mint chocolate chip green. Walking up to it, she can probably already hear the commotion that comes with five guys sharing a house.
She may even hear the bang of his drum set some where in the distance, with him calling new lyrics to a new song about sunsets and blue satin to Bryant who is repeating them, as he jots them down, and calling back that Jude needs to stop writing songs about the only girl in the country that isn't in love with him.
He yells an obscenity back, the drumming stops, and the boys quiet down a little. He's been really testy lately, ever sense they moved; they know he's taking it harder than he expected. That he just wants her with him. There's grumbling in the front room, that they almost wish the bossy Princess was there, to pull him out of his funk.
Part of her is really wondering why the five guys are sharing a house when Jude has the money to put them up better if he wanted to, to put himself up better if he wanted.
The comments, faint as they are, sting. They're clear enough and it bows her head, leaving her standing in the rain for a long moment as she blinks back more tears. It takes a lot for her to reach out and knock on the door, louder than she might normally back home so that any commotion won't drown the knock out.
She looks less like the Princess she normally does, more like a very high end drowned rat. She doesn't even have bags or a change of clothes, just her purse because she'd had enough mind to not go anywhere without money and ID.
Jude comes stormily to the door, expecting it to be one of Harrison's string of groupies, or the pizza guy. He opens the door, and just gapes at her for a long moment
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She'd gone over in her head what she wanted to do when he opened the door, that's she'd launch herself at him and hug him. But standing there, with him gaping at her, and the guys in the house watching, all she can do is blink and not stumble when she's tugged inside.
She means no disrespect, but she barely sees anyone else as they move through to his bedroom. She's wanted to see Jude, missed him for these last two weeks, and that's all she sees right now.
Her feet slip out of her heels and she curls up more against him, already shivering from the rain. Without the rain, it's clear that she's still crying a little as her lower lip is pulled between her teeth. "Jer and I broke up," she murmurs softly. "He accused me of being in love with you," her shivering gets a little worse, causing her sentence to be cut off and her to try and curl a little more into him.
He's sure they're not going to be upset with her for not really noticing. He presses the door shut, giving them the privacy they need to get through this.
He sets her shoes by his at the door, so they're out of the way as she takes them off. He could tell already she is crying. He knows her. He tugs her into his lap, holding her, hands moving over her gently.
"So you came out here...to find out if you were or not?" he asks, voice slightly strangled. "Let's get you a nice hot bath. You can borrow some sweats and a tee shirt. Alright? Get you cleaned up and warm." He doesn't know what else to do than to put her to rights.
Considering she dropped everything because she couldn't take another moment without him, that she flew her parents private jet out without ever actually talking or asking permission to use it, her right mind would be sure they'd be find with getting hellos later. It's not like taking the car for a spin. The jet is bigger, and already on it's way back because her father was leaving for a business meeting tomorrow.
He doesn't have to tug her hard, she goes into his lap willingly. Her eyes close, relaxing a little at his hands holding and moving over her. He's always just needed to be near for her to calm down, to start feeling better.
Her head shakes, wet hair trailing across his shirt because she's snuggled against him as close as she can get. "No..." She shifts in his lap, a solid move that's completely unconscious. Her goal was to get her body, her neck high enough to rest her head on his shoulder, eyes closed and nose against his throat and she succeeds. "I don't need to find out..."
Jude can hear them talking softly in the other room about her showing up like this. About how he's finally going to get his chance to be with her after all this time of sitting around being the practically asexual best friend. Sure he's experimented with other girls...but it didn't really...satisfy. It wasn't who he wanted to touch and be touched by.
He's glad to feel her relax in his lap. He's really worried about her; about what all this is going to mean in the morning.
Her shifting makes his eyes flutter softly. She feels good where she is; very, very good. Her words make his breath catch in his throat. "I love you, Grace Kelly Bass. And I don't want to lose you."
His arms tighten around her small body tightly as he tries to decide the best course of action from here. There's no good way to take her clothes off and put her in the tub, but he's done it before, when she was too drunk to do it for herself. "You need a bath. You're a mess, G." He finishes this with the softest, most hesitant kiss she's probably ever
She can hear them talking too, clear in the slightest tension that leaks back into her frame and the way her head tilts just slightly towards the door. Big, brown eyes, that only ever seem bigger when she's upset or unsure, watch him; almost like she's asking if she's really that bad.
She's hoping it will mean that they're together in the morning. She doesn't drop her school and family for anyone, after all. Except Jude.
She places a soft kiss to his skin where she's resting. "I love you too, Jude Archibald. I'm sorry it took so long for me to realize it..." She didn't mean to string him along like she has been, she didn't stop to think and she knows she's hurt him because of it. He wouldn't be in California if he wasn't hurt.
One hand raises to cup his cheek, leaning into the kiss to deepen it a little. "Bathroom with a tub is where?" She murmurs softly once the kiss is over. She wouldn't mind him taking her clothes off, especially not with the realization she's made with her emotions.
He just sighs and has the good grace to look embarrassed. "It doesn't matter, G. You're here, and that's all that matters to me."
Oh, if she wants to be with him there will be no argument from him. This is what he's always dreamed. Her, with him, out in California...his band on the verge...and away from the Upper East Side.
Those lips. Those lips he's sketched in countless notebooks...those lips on him, and those words coming from between her lips...It's almost too much to bear. "Don't you worry, darling. You're here...just let that all go."
He makes a soft sound into her mouth as she deepens the kiss. When she pulls back, he does too, tucking wet strands of her hair behind her ear. "You're in luck. You get bed to bath service." He scoops her up and walks her into his bathroom, easily, setting her on the closed toilet as he runs the water. "I...um, bought some of those bubbles you like. The champagne stuff..."
Her eyes close, nodding a little. She was afraid of that. "Am here..."
She's, really going to miss the Upper East Side, and she's got Columbia back that way. They're going to have to talk, to figure things out about who is doing what. But she wants to be with him.
She smiles at his words but can't shake the feeling that she's been really dense and kind of a bitch for not noticing. There's another kiss from those lips to his throat for good measure. "And I love you." She wants to say it again, likes saying it.
Her arms go around him with a soft chuckle as he carries her to the bathroom and sets her down, watching him run the water. Her brow rises slightly at that, "You," she smiles softly, head dipping and hiding most of her face behind a curtain of wet hair. "You're perfect." She can guess exactly why he'd bought it, and while some would find it a little creepy, she finds it sweet.
He doesn't even care. He can't hold the time against her. Can't and won't. It's over and done with as of right this moment. "I hope you're not going anywhere..."
They will have to talk. He's not going to give in easily; this is his dream.
"I love you too," he answers her, kissing her hair. She fits right there in his lap. It feels good to know that she's his now. He doesn't have to share her, someone else getting these moments anymore.
He busies himself around the small bathroom, getting everything ready for her, checking the temperature of the water, and pouring in the right amount of bubbles. It's warm in there before he awkwardly turns to her. "Do...um...you need some help with that?"
Her head shakes a little, "Not planning on going anywhere, kind of got on the jet and came here without much thought except that I wanted to see you and it went back home. You're stuck with me for a little while at least."
And that's their family and her school. They'll have to compromise some. And he may have to show her some things Bass Inc can possibly buy to keep her out there.
No, they're all his. Most of them, really, were already all his. She'd only ever fit this right in his lap, never anyone else's so she never really spent much time like this with other people.
She's gotten her stockings off while he was getting her bath ready, bare legs up in front of her so she can rest her chin on her knees and watch him. She nods, watching him, in answer to his question. "If you wouldn't mind?" She stands, turning her back to him and piling her hair up away from the zipper of her dress, "Undo me?"
"We're going to have to get you some new clothes, G. Can't wear my scruffy sweats if you're gonna stay." He gets it, her world--their world. He's just never really ascribed to it the way most of them feel they have to. That's always made Serena secretly really proud.
Oh, he's fairly sure he can find some things for Bass Inc that will impress Chuck. He knows how her dad's mind works, having seen him in action for all these years, and as embarrassing as it was, job shadowing Chuck for a project. Granted it meant he got to spend the day with Grace too...
And what beautiful legs she's got there. Unlike her father, it's not the nape of a woman's neck that makes him weak kneed. It's the curve of the neck into the shoulders, and shoulder blades. Those have always gotten him.
His fingers, still a little damp from checking the water temperature, work very carefully at the zipper of her dress, unzipping it slowly, watching as more of her skin is exposed. He can't help the soft sound he makes, or the kisses he presses into her skin.
"Just wear a button down shirt of yours..." She smirks slightly, "You do still have those, right?" She's teasing. She knows she's going to need clothes, the moment she was on the plane to see him the thought had crossed her mind
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He rolls his eyes. "Yeah. I do still have the UES dress code appropriate gear. Even got a suit too, if you wanted to pretend you're Charlie Chaplin." He's teasing too. It's good to do this...they get each other so well that they can tease without pressing boundaries or soft spots.
Grown men weren't the only ones. He's never seen any quite as lovely as her making grown men twist their wedding rings, and still settle next to him. Maybe there is a bit of UES games in him after all.
Maybe for his own enjoyment, but part of him will like knowing that he has to wait to enjoy her. And that he's the only one that gets to do that.
He drops the dress, making a mental note to hang it up before slowing looking up the length of her. He swallows hard. Feeling her skin, knowing that she wants him..god.
He's glad she's not facing him. He looks scared. Nervous. Unprepared.
His hands move in spite of this, moving up her belly to caress her chest gently. He groans at the feeling of her nipples under his hand.
She chuckles and it has an edge of want that makes it throaty, "I was thinking just a dress shirt and nothing else..." Her head tilts, brow raised, "Unless you have some fetish you never shared with me?" It is nice that they can tease each other, and know they're doing it out of just being friends, or more now
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She may even hear the bang of his drum set some where in the distance, with him calling new lyrics to a new song about sunsets and blue satin to Bryant who is repeating them, as he jots them down, and calling back that Jude needs to stop writing songs about the only girl in the country that isn't in love with him.
He yells an obscenity back, the drumming stops, and the boys quiet down a little. He's been really testy lately, ever sense they moved; they know he's taking it harder than he expected. That he just wants her with him. There's grumbling in the front room, that they almost wish the bossy Princess was there, to pull him out of his funk.
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The comments, faint as they are, sting. They're clear enough and it bows her head, leaving her standing in the rain for a long moment as she blinks back more tears. It takes a lot for her to reach out and knock on the door, louder than she might normally back home so that any commotion won't drown the knock out.
She looks less like the Princess she normally does, more like a very high end drowned rat. She doesn't even have bags or a change of clothes, just her purse because she'd had enough mind to not go anywhere without money and ID.
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She means no disrespect, but she barely sees anyone else as they move through to his bedroom. She's wanted to see Jude, missed him for these last two weeks, and that's all she sees right now.
Her feet slip out of her heels and she curls up more against him, already shivering from the rain. Without the rain, it's clear that she's still crying a little as her lower lip is pulled between her teeth. "Jer and I broke up," she murmurs softly. "He accused me of being in love with you," her shivering gets a little worse, causing her sentence to be cut off and her to try and curl a little more into him.
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He sets her shoes by his at the door, so they're out of the way as she takes them off. He could tell already she is crying. He knows her. He tugs her into his lap, holding her, hands moving over her gently.
"So you came out here...to find out if you were or not?" he asks, voice slightly strangled. "Let's get you a nice hot bath. You can borrow some sweats and a tee shirt. Alright? Get you cleaned up and warm." He doesn't know what else to do than to put her to rights.
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He doesn't have to tug her hard, she goes into his lap willingly. Her eyes close, relaxing a little at his hands holding and moving over her. He's always just needed to be near for her to calm down, to start feeling better.
Her head shakes, wet hair trailing across his shirt because she's snuggled against him as close as she can get. "No..." She shifts in his lap, a solid move that's completely unconscious. Her goal was to get her body, her neck high enough to rest her head on his shoulder, eyes closed and nose against his throat and she succeeds. "I don't need to find out..."
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He's glad to feel her relax in his lap. He's really worried about her; about what all this is going to mean in the morning.
Her shifting makes his eyes flutter softly. She feels good where she is; very, very good. Her words make his breath catch in his throat. "I love you, Grace Kelly Bass. And I don't want to lose you."
His arms tighten around her small body tightly as he tries to decide the best course of action from here. There's no good way to take her clothes off and put her in the tub, but he's done it before, when she was too drunk to do it for herself. "You need a bath. You're a mess, G." He finishes this with the softest, most hesitant kiss she's probably ever
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She's hoping it will mean that they're together in the morning. She doesn't drop her school and family for anyone, after all. Except Jude.
She places a soft kiss to his skin where she's resting. "I love you too, Jude Archibald. I'm sorry it took so long for me to realize it..." She didn't mean to string him along like she has been, she didn't stop to think and she knows she's hurt him because of it. He wouldn't be in California if he wasn't hurt.
One hand raises to cup his cheek, leaning into the kiss to deepen it a little. "Bathroom with a tub is where?" She murmurs softly once the kiss is over. She wouldn't mind him taking her clothes off, especially not with the realization she's made with her emotions.
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Oh, if she wants to be with him there will be no argument from him. This is what he's always dreamed. Her, with him, out in California...his band on the verge...and away from the Upper East Side.
Those lips. Those lips he's sketched in countless notebooks...those lips on him, and those words coming from between her lips...It's almost too much to bear. "Don't you worry, darling. You're here...just let that all go."
He makes a soft sound into her mouth as she deepens the kiss. When she pulls back, he does too, tucking wet strands of her hair behind her ear. "You're in luck. You get bed to bath service." He scoops her up and walks her into his bathroom, easily, setting her on the closed toilet as he runs the water. "I...um, bought some of those bubbles you like. The champagne stuff..."
He likes smelling it. It reminds him of her.
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She's, really going to miss the Upper East Side, and she's got Columbia back that way. They're going to have to talk, to figure things out about who is doing what. But she wants to be with him.
She smiles at his words but can't shake the feeling that she's been really dense and kind of a bitch for not noticing. There's another kiss from those lips to his throat for good measure. "And I love you." She wants to say it again, likes saying it.
Her arms go around him with a soft chuckle as he carries her to the bathroom and sets her down, watching him run the water. Her brow rises slightly at that, "You," she smiles softly, head dipping and hiding most of her face behind a curtain of wet hair. "You're perfect." She can guess exactly why he'd bought it, and while some would find it a little creepy, she finds it sweet.
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They will have to talk. He's not going to give in easily; this is his dream.
"I love you too," he answers her, kissing her hair. She fits right there in his lap. It feels good to know that she's his now. He doesn't have to share her, someone else getting these moments anymore.
He busies himself around the small bathroom, getting everything ready for her, checking the temperature of the water, and pouring in the right amount of bubbles. It's warm in there before he awkwardly turns to her. "Do...um...you need some help with that?"
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And that's their family and her school. They'll have to compromise some. And he may have to show her some things Bass Inc can possibly buy to keep her out there.
No, they're all his. Most of them, really, were already all his. She'd only ever fit this right in his lap, never anyone else's so she never really spent much time like this with other people.
She's gotten her stockings off while he was getting her bath ready, bare legs up in front of her so she can rest her chin on her knees and watch him. She nods, watching him, in answer to his question. "If you wouldn't mind?" She stands, turning her back to him and piling her hair up away from the zipper of her dress, "Undo me?"
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Oh, he's fairly sure he can find some things for Bass Inc that will impress Chuck. He knows how her dad's mind works, having seen him in action for all these years, and as embarrassing as it was, job shadowing Chuck for a project. Granted it meant he got to spend the day with Grace too...
And what beautiful legs she's got there. Unlike her father, it's not the nape of a woman's neck that makes him weak kneed. It's the curve of the neck into the shoulders, and shoulder blades. Those have always gotten him.
His fingers, still a little damp from checking the water temperature, work very carefully at the zipper of her dress, unzipping it slowly, watching as more of her skin is exposed. He can't help the soft sound he makes, or the kisses he presses into her skin.
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Grown men weren't the only ones. He's never seen any quite as lovely as her making grown men twist their wedding rings, and still settle next to him. Maybe there is a bit of UES games in him after all.
Maybe for his own enjoyment, but part of him will like knowing that he has to wait to enjoy her. And that he's the only one that gets to do that.
He drops the dress, making a mental note to hang it up before slowing looking up the length of her. He swallows hard. Feeling her skin, knowing that she wants him..god.
He's glad she's not facing him. He looks scared. Nervous. Unprepared.
His hands move in spite of this, moving up her belly to caress her chest gently. He groans at the feeling of her nipples under his hand.
I'm going to suck ( ... )
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