RP LOG with thinbluegee | Testing the waters
In a somewhat uncharacteristic turn of events that probably took Gee by surprised, Euan actually wanted to fuck in a bed. Even went so far as requested it when they got back to his apartment in London after the flight home from Amsterdam. Despite the full-on and impromptu trip there, once they hit the airport, Euan was a lot more subdued. True to his word, he had been nothing but the attentive date the whole time they had been there. He paid for everything, he held doors open for her, he picked expensive wines, he gave her his coat if she needed it, and the list went on. Under all the dating glitz, though, he was still Euan Fitzpatrick. His language was still in the gutter, he could still be crude in regard to sex, he would still blantly perve and ogle her if he felt like it, he still smoked like a chimney and drunk enough Guinness to sink a ship. That wasn't ever going to change, but over the days spent together, without a doubt Gee got a glimpse of the other side of him that so far had been like the Loch Ness Monster, apparently. Or like Dolly Parton's natural boobs - non existent. Or at least, it was believed to be non-existent. Euan had still maintained over and over again that he had qualities neither Gee or Vee had seen.
But now they were home, the intense dirty weekend of sex, booze, and really, really good weed was over and they were back to reality, with Euan wanting to fuck in his bed. He rolled off her and onto his back with a heavy sigh of satisfaction. He took care of the condom and was already feeling around in his bedside drawer for a packet of cigarettes. The flight hadn't been that long, but he still felt tired. In fact, he had felt tired since he woke up that morning and they had some rather interesting table sex on the hotel room balcony in prime view of other rooms, but Euan just couldn't bring himself to care. He was wondering if he was getting old or maybe just had too much weed over the days. But seriously, there wasn't such a thing as too much weed or sex and he wasn't ready to concede he was anything but in his prime of life right now. He lit up and melted in amongst the messy mound of sheets, the corner draped over his thigh the only thing covering any part of his naked body.
Gee had no idea what to make of the weekend other than a part of her hadn't wanted it to end. She would be lying if she didn't admit to liking the fact she hadn't had to share him with anyone. It had still been there date, and while Euan had ogled her whenever he wanted to, he hadn't ogled any other women while in Amsterdam. At least not so that she would notice. He hadn't even fucked a stewardess like she might have been waiting for him to do. He'd instead helped her in joining the Mile High Club on their way over. Now back in reality, back in England, and back in his bed... Gee still didn't want it to end.
She let out a soft sigh as she shifted to rest her head on his chest, her fingers brushing along his side as she drank in the sight of his exposed lower half. He really was something else, and knew exactly how to use the equipment he had at hand. She was used to his smoking now, and she was used to his drinking, and gutter mouth, and none of it bothered her. There was something to be said for withstanding a concentrated burst of something. She'd also finally dislodged whatever stick had been stuck up her arse, and Gee liked to think she was no longer the neurotic mess he'd believed her to be. "I had a really nice time. No, not nice... amazing. Best first date ever," she murmured quietly. "Thank you."
Euan blew a stream of smoke in the other direction before looking back to her with a smirk. "And you think I have a bad dating history. Why haven't any of your previous lovers catered to that, huh?" he joked and then trailed his tongue over his lips to wet them in an attempt to stifle a yawn that was trying to threaten. "It was fun. You should chill out more often. It suits you way more than that stick up your arse. The stoic copper routine gets boring, you know. People stop guessing what's under it sooner or later."
Gee brushed her fingers lower as she continued to explore his body, and felt her cheeks pinken slightly as she bit her lip. "I already apologised for the stick, and for thinking you had a bad dating history. You really, really don't. You're a great date. You put most men to shame." She kissed his chest and settled in against him again as she glanced up at Euan's face. "So am I worthy of a second date now, Detective Sergeant?"
"Right now? Bugger that. I'm too fucking knackered," Euan replied with a smirk as he draped his free arm around her back. He was quiet as he took another drag on his cigarette and blew a slow trail of smoke up to the ceiling. "Aye, you mentioned the stick. But I want to know why it was even there in the first place. You're quite the wee minx when you've got some dope in you, so I'm not believing for a minute you've always been so much of a pain in the dating arse. I'm also not buying that wanting to be a good copper is to blame, either."
Gee stayed quiet for a long moment, her fingers pausing in their exploration of his body. "Maybe it's just harder for me to do this than I first thought. To let someone in close again. I know I didn't get as hurt as some people can in a relationship, but I just... I don't know. It was a misguided sense of self preservation. You start believing your own bullshit after a while. Wanting to be with someone is one thing, actually being with them is another."
Euan pressed his lips together and raised an eyebrow. "Why were you so intent on pursuing me, then? Especially what you thought about me. How was that not warning bells for hurting you? If you were adamant about everything you believed I was, those self-preservation warning bells should have been screaming at you. Even now, how do you know where the hell you stand with me?"
"I don't," Gee admitted in a huff of breath as she shifted to roll onto her stomach next to him and prop herself up on her elbows. Her curly hair had fallen into her face but she couldn't be bothered shifting it. "I don't know why I was so intent on pursuing you. It was other people ringing the bells for me, not bells ringing on the inside that had me doubting myself. There's just... you're under my skin. There's no getting you out, and I'm not sure I want to. Even if I have no idea what the fuck we could be if anything. You've shaken something loose in me."
Euan smirked at her. "Sounds fucking painful. Remind me not to stand next to you if random body parts start falling out of your orifices," he joked, putting the cigarette back to his lips and inhaling lethargically on it. "You could start by telling me what the fuck it is you want out of it rather than dancing around the Christmas tree and avoiding the subject because you think it will piss me off or put me off. Don't think I haven't picked up on what you're thinking. I have. You've been holding back because you think if you tell me you want to date me, I'll tell you to go fuck yourself."
Gee finally pushed her curls back out of her face so she could meet his gaze without distraction, her heart thumping in her chest as she suddenly felt like a nervous schoolgirl. It was stupid when they were both adults and she'd just been thoroughly shagged to be nervous about something as trivial as dating. "Mind reader, are you? No wonder you're so good at getting confessions. Yeah, I want to date you. I won't dance around it lately. I've enjoyed having you to myself this weekend, and I can't deny I'd enjoy it on a more regular basis."
Euan watched her tiredly, the cigarette resting between his fingers. "And I take it you would want it exclusive," he guessed.
Gee shrugged. "If it's on offer. If not... I could probably roll with it. Would you really not care if I saw other men?"
Euan shook his head. "I've been in open relationships before. I've been in exclusive relationships. It's all about setting the groundwork." He stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray and rolled partially onto his side, letting his head sink in against the pillow. "I just don't think us dating while we're partners is a good idea. In fact, I've not seen a single fucking relationship between partners survive."
Gee gave a nod and settled back down next to him as she shared his pillow. "Agreed. Not sure I could stomach it happening while we're partners either. Especially if it went tits up. But I guess you'd just be able to roll with it, and come out still smelling of cigarettes and sex. So what do we do up until we're not partners anymore? Do we just stop with everything?"
Euan rolled further onto his side with a shrug and curled up a little. "Sleep. I vote we fucking sleep," he offered and gave her a tired smirk. "And who said anything about after being partners, anyway?" he added, but he was still watching her in amusement and gave his fingers a small wave to indicate he was just joking.
Gee reached out to push her fingers through his hair as she kissed him softly. "Plane trips really take it out of you, don't they? Poor baby... We'll figure it out as we go then. I'll try the rolling with it method and see how far I roll."
Euan snorted. "Aye, I'm a delicate petal," he returned, tugging the sheets up over him. He was one of those weird sort who couldn't sleep unless there was at least a small part of the sheets covering part of him. Ironic for a total man whore who had no issues walking around naked if the urge took him. Oddly enough, though, plane trips never bothered him before. Maybe Amsterdam's food just didn't give him the same energy as London's grease pits. He yawned widely. "Don't strain anything with all that rolling, now."
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But now they were home, the intense dirty weekend of sex, booze, and really, really good weed was over and they were back to reality, with Euan wanting to fuck in his bed. He rolled off her and onto his back with a heavy sigh of satisfaction. He took care of the condom and was already feeling around in his bedside drawer for a packet of cigarettes. The flight hadn't been that long, but he still felt tired. In fact, he had felt tired since he woke up that morning and they had some rather interesting table sex on the hotel room balcony in prime view of other rooms, but Euan just couldn't bring himself to care. He was wondering if he was getting old or maybe just had too much weed over the days. But seriously, there wasn't such a thing as too much weed or sex and he wasn't ready to concede he was anything but in his prime of life right now. He lit up and melted in amongst the messy mound of sheets, the corner draped over his thigh the only thing covering any part of his naked body.
Gee had no idea what to make of the weekend other than a part of her hadn't wanted it to end. She would be lying if she didn't admit to liking the fact she hadn't had to share him with anyone. It had still been there date, and while Euan had ogled her whenever he wanted to, he hadn't ogled any other women while in Amsterdam. At least not so that she would notice. He hadn't even fucked a stewardess like she might have been waiting for him to do. He'd instead helped her in joining the Mile High Club on their way over. Now back in reality, back in England, and back in his bed... Gee still didn't want it to end.
She let out a soft sigh as she shifted to rest her head on his chest, her fingers brushing along his side as she drank in the sight of his exposed lower half. He really was something else, and knew exactly how to use the equipment he had at hand. She was used to his smoking now, and she was used to his drinking, and gutter mouth, and none of it bothered her. There was something to be said for withstanding a concentrated burst of something. She'd also finally dislodged whatever stick had been stuck up her arse, and Gee liked to think she was no longer the neurotic mess he'd believed her to be. "I had a really nice time. No, not nice... amazing. Best first date ever," she murmured quietly. "Thank you."
Euan blew a stream of smoke in the other direction before looking back to her with a smirk. "And you think I have a bad dating history. Why haven't any of your previous lovers catered to that, huh?" he joked and then trailed his tongue over his lips to wet them in an attempt to stifle a yawn that was trying to threaten. "It was fun. You should chill out more often. It suits you way more than that stick up your arse. The stoic copper routine gets boring, you know. People stop guessing what's under it sooner or later."
Gee brushed her fingers lower as she continued to explore his body, and felt her cheeks pinken slightly as she bit her lip. "I already apologised for the stick, and for thinking you had a bad dating history. You really, really don't. You're a great date. You put most men to shame." She kissed his chest and settled in against him again as she glanced up at Euan's face. "So am I worthy of a second date now, Detective Sergeant?"
"Right now? Bugger that. I'm too fucking knackered," Euan replied with a smirk as he draped his free arm around her back. He was quiet as he took another drag on his cigarette and blew a slow trail of smoke up to the ceiling. "Aye, you mentioned the stick. But I want to know why it was even there in the first place. You're quite the wee minx when you've got some dope in you, so I'm not believing for a minute you've always been so much of a pain in the dating arse. I'm also not buying that wanting to be a good copper is to blame, either."
Gee stayed quiet for a long moment, her fingers pausing in their exploration of his body. "Maybe it's just harder for me to do this than I first thought. To let someone in close again. I know I didn't get as hurt as some people can in a relationship, but I just... I don't know. It was a misguided sense of self preservation. You start believing your own bullshit after a while. Wanting to be with someone is one thing, actually being with them is another."
Euan pressed his lips together and raised an eyebrow. "Why were you so intent on pursuing me, then? Especially what you thought about me. How was that not warning bells for hurting you? If you were adamant about everything you believed I was, those self-preservation warning bells should have been screaming at you. Even now, how do you know where the hell you stand with me?"
"I don't," Gee admitted in a huff of breath as she shifted to roll onto her stomach next to him and prop herself up on her elbows. Her curly hair had fallen into her face but she couldn't be bothered shifting it. "I don't know why I was so intent on pursuing you. It was other people ringing the bells for me, not bells ringing on the inside that had me doubting myself. There's just... you're under my skin. There's no getting you out, and I'm not sure I want to. Even if I have no idea what the fuck we could be if anything. You've shaken something loose in me."
Euan smirked at her. "Sounds fucking painful. Remind me not to stand next to you if random body parts start falling out of your orifices," he joked, putting the cigarette back to his lips and inhaling lethargically on it. "You could start by telling me what the fuck it is you want out of it rather than dancing around the Christmas tree and avoiding the subject because you think it will piss me off or put me off. Don't think I haven't picked up on what you're thinking. I have. You've been holding back because you think if you tell me you want to date me, I'll tell you to go fuck yourself."
Gee finally pushed her curls back out of her face so she could meet his gaze without distraction, her heart thumping in her chest as she suddenly felt like a nervous schoolgirl. It was stupid when they were both adults and she'd just been thoroughly shagged to be nervous about something as trivial as dating. "Mind reader, are you? No wonder you're so good at getting confessions. Yeah, I want to date you. I won't dance around it lately. I've enjoyed having you to myself this weekend, and I can't deny I'd enjoy it on a more regular basis."
Euan watched her tiredly, the cigarette resting between his fingers. "And I take it you would want it exclusive," he guessed.
Gee shrugged. "If it's on offer. If not... I could probably roll with it. Would you really not care if I saw other men?"
Euan shook his head. "I've been in open relationships before. I've been in exclusive relationships. It's all about setting the groundwork." He stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray and rolled partially onto his side, letting his head sink in against the pillow. "I just don't think us dating while we're partners is a good idea. In fact, I've not seen a single fucking relationship between partners survive."
Gee gave a nod and settled back down next to him as she shared his pillow. "Agreed. Not sure I could stomach it happening while we're partners either. Especially if it went tits up. But I guess you'd just be able to roll with it, and come out still smelling of cigarettes and sex. So what do we do up until we're not partners anymore? Do we just stop with everything?"
Euan rolled further onto his side with a shrug and curled up a little. "Sleep. I vote we fucking sleep," he offered and gave her a tired smirk. "And who said anything about after being partners, anyway?" he added, but he was still watching her in amusement and gave his fingers a small wave to indicate he was just joking.
Gee reached out to push her fingers through his hair as she kissed him softly. "Plane trips really take it out of you, don't they? Poor baby... We'll figure it out as we go then. I'll try the rolling with it method and see how far I roll."
Euan snorted. "Aye, I'm a delicate petal," he returned, tugging the sheets up over him. He was one of those weird sort who couldn't sleep unless there was at least a small part of the sheets covering part of him. Ironic for a total man whore who had no issues walking around naked if the urge took him. Oddly enough, though, plane trips never bothered him before. Maybe Amsterdam's food just didn't give him the same energy as London's grease pits. He yawned widely. "Don't strain anything with all that rolling, now."
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