Charloft Winter Bingo - "Fairy Lights"
She had woken up to Sy shaking her awake. God she didn’t know what he wanted, but all she wanted to do was sleep right now. They’d had a rough night the night before, and she’d actually forced herself to stay awake long enough to make sure that Sy was alright in bed as he’d been hurt the night before and wanted to be sure that he was OK and she hadn’t been feeling too hot herself. If vampires could get the flu, she’d feel like this was it.
“Sy, please leave me the fuck alone. I’m not in the mood to go out and deal with the freaks who like to try and tear out your intestines,” she grumbled, pulling the blanket over her head. She was just SO not feeling this tonight.
She didn’t hear him say anything, and she didn’t have a chance to react when he wrapped the blanket around her and scooped her up out of the bed. She screamed and bitch and howled the entire time, but he just slung her over his shoulder like some damn gypsy Santa Claus and whistled while he carried her…somewhere.
She had no idea what was going on when he dumped her on the ground. Somehow managing to get unwrapped, she jumped out of the blankets and pounced on him, for once in their relationship catching him enough by surprise to actually knock him onto the ground, her pinning him as she glared at him. “The FUCK is going on?” she screamed.
It was as if he didn’t even notice the shrieking brunette on top of him. He pointed up to the sky and just said, “Meteor shower.”
She turned around and looked up, noticing that yeah, there was a meteor shower going on above her head. He took her momentary distraction to knock her off of him, causing her to grunt as he knocked her off like she weighed nothing.
By the time that she rolled over, he was already up spreading her blanket out like they were out on a picnic. “You dragged me out of bed like that for a meteor shower?” she asked in disbelief. She’d more expect him to do that for some sort of ‘trip’ than something as simplistic as that.
“I thought we could listen to it together,” he said, laying back onto the blanket and watching the sky, not even looking over at her.
“Listen…?” Then she remembered his deal. “Oh! Watch, right.” Sy had some deal where he saw instead of heard, tasted instead of smelled, etc. She had looked it up once, but the name for it wasn’t coming to her right now. She got up and crawled over to the blanket, pausing for a second before laying down beside him.
“I saw something about it on your computer earlier and thought that it would be something nice to do together,” he said to her. “I do put you through a lot.”
She turned and looked at him like he had grown a second head. “No shit, Sherlock. I’ve got a couch right now that looks like an abortion happened on it.”
He started laughing. “My for a writer you have a way with words.”
She rolled her eyes and turned and looked back up at the sky. “They look just like little streaks in the sky,” she said, more to herself than to him. She really wasn’t the type that would normally take the time to watch something as…nice as this. She started to giggle as something random crossed her mind.
This time it was his turn to turn and look at her like she’d grown a second head. “You actually look…like a GIRL when you giggle,” she said.
She elbowed him in the ribs. “It’s nothing. I just thought of something random.”
“What’s that?” he asked her.
“I think this is the closest thing to a date I’ve ever been on,” she admitted to him.
He arched an eyebrow at her. “You’re kidding. You’ve never been on a date? You’re like…twenty-five! Are you a virgin, too?”
“I didn’t say THAT, ass!” she grumbled. “Jesus if I died a virgin I’d kill myself right here. You don’t need to go on a date to fuck.” She sighed, keeping her eyes on the sky. “To go on a date you have to actually…LIKE someone, at least somewhat. I always thought so. I never let anyone set me up on blind dates or anything because of that.”
“You couldn’t find anyone you liked?” he asked her, actually sounding amazed.
“We’ve met, haven’t we?” she asked incredulously. “I hate like…ninety eight percent of the human population on principle. Plus, anyone whom I might like, I could easily chase away with my charming personality or morbid sense of humor.”
Sy was actually silent for a while. She didn’t really mind. Haylee had just admitted something, well, rather embarrassing about herself.
“Well, I’m kind of honored to be your first date then,” he finally said.
She didn’t say anything back, but the slight smile on her face said enough.
“Sy, please leave me the fuck alone. I’m not in the mood to go out and deal with the freaks who like to try and tear out your intestines,” she grumbled, pulling the blanket over her head. She was just SO not feeling this tonight.
She didn’t hear him say anything, and she didn’t have a chance to react when he wrapped the blanket around her and scooped her up out of the bed. She screamed and bitch and howled the entire time, but he just slung her over his shoulder like some damn gypsy Santa Claus and whistled while he carried her…somewhere.
She had no idea what was going on when he dumped her on the ground. Somehow managing to get unwrapped, she jumped out of the blankets and pounced on him, for once in their relationship catching him enough by surprise to actually knock him onto the ground, her pinning him as she glared at him. “The FUCK is going on?” she screamed.
It was as if he didn’t even notice the shrieking brunette on top of him. He pointed up to the sky and just said, “Meteor shower.”
She turned around and looked up, noticing that yeah, there was a meteor shower going on above her head. He took her momentary distraction to knock her off of him, causing her to grunt as he knocked her off like she weighed nothing.
By the time that she rolled over, he was already up spreading her blanket out like they were out on a picnic. “You dragged me out of bed like that for a meteor shower?” she asked in disbelief. She’d more expect him to do that for some sort of ‘trip’ than something as simplistic as that.
“I thought we could listen to it together,” he said, laying back onto the blanket and watching the sky, not even looking over at her.
“Listen…?” Then she remembered his deal. “Oh! Watch, right.” Sy had some deal where he saw instead of heard, tasted instead of smelled, etc. She had looked it up once, but the name for it wasn’t coming to her right now. She got up and crawled over to the blanket, pausing for a second before laying down beside him.
“I saw something about it on your computer earlier and thought that it would be something nice to do together,” he said to her. “I do put you through a lot.”
She turned and looked at him like he had grown a second head. “No shit, Sherlock. I’ve got a couch right now that looks like an abortion happened on it.”
He started laughing. “My for a writer you have a way with words.”
She rolled her eyes and turned and looked back up at the sky. “They look just like little streaks in the sky,” she said, more to herself than to him. She really wasn’t the type that would normally take the time to watch something as…nice as this. She started to giggle as something random crossed her mind.
This time it was his turn to turn and look at her like she’d grown a second head. “You actually look…like a GIRL when you giggle,” she said.
She elbowed him in the ribs. “It’s nothing. I just thought of something random.”
“What’s that?” he asked her.
“I think this is the closest thing to a date I’ve ever been on,” she admitted to him.
He arched an eyebrow at her. “You’re kidding. You’ve never been on a date? You’re like…twenty-five! Are you a virgin, too?”
“I didn’t say THAT, ass!” she grumbled. “Jesus if I died a virgin I’d kill myself right here. You don’t need to go on a date to fuck.” She sighed, keeping her eyes on the sky. “To go on a date you have to actually…LIKE someone, at least somewhat. I always thought so. I never let anyone set me up on blind dates or anything because of that.”
“You couldn’t find anyone you liked?” he asked her, actually sounding amazed.
“We’ve met, haven’t we?” she asked incredulously. “I hate like…ninety eight percent of the human population on principle. Plus, anyone whom I might like, I could easily chase away with my charming personality or morbid sense of humor.”
Sy was actually silent for a while. She didn’t really mind. Haylee had just admitted something, well, rather embarrassing about herself.
“Well, I’m kind of honored to be your first date then,” he finally said.
She didn’t say anything back, but the slight smile on her face said enough.