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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 12, 2008 19:06:36 GMT -5
Elliot was never disappointed in how well Nate took all of her abuse. She continued to push his buttons every second they spent together and drag him - usually kicking and screaming - out of his tough shell. And now, as he put up with her once again, she couldn't help but practically feel herself grow even more endeared toward the boy.
The space between them seemed to shrink, and Elliot took Nate's hand which she had been holding and left it on her hip. Her shoulders were moving now too, and with a bit of sudden embarrassment, the blonde realized that she knew the words to the song, and despite all attempts otherwise, she was mouthing the words in between her bemused grin.
Her swaying hips were awful close to Nate's now and as the bass began to line up with her heartbeat, she was hardly paying attention. The song melted into another and Elliot leaned forward a bit, her stiletto's teetering as her lips touched the edge of Nate's ear.
"See? This isn't so bad." If he listened just right, the boy would probably be able to catch the amusement in her sultry tone; and that accent surely didn't help make her sound any less attractive either. Leaning back, but not near as far as she had been to begin with, Elliot chewed on the inside of her lip again, her blue eyes shining under the club lights as she moved.
[npd dedicated to old friends.]
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Post by nate on Nov 12, 2008 19:28:47 GMT -5
Well, at least I'm closer to her and now have a passable excuse to touch. Let's try and look on the bright side.
What's with me? Bright side?
Nate tried to match Elliot's movements as she swayed. It wasn't too hard to predict each shift thanks to his connection with her. The proximity of their bodies began to remind Nate of days gone by, and the strange relationship the two had. He'd almost gotten lost in such nostalgic thoughts when he noticed Elliot's lips.
She's actually singing along. Isn't that so cute. It's like a bloody Hallmark moment. Awkward guy with beautiful girl, and she's singing.
The mental reminder served only to unnerve Nate further, and he shifted his feet, almost tripping over Elliot's. She leaned to him and he braced, expecting her to fall due to his clumsy fumbling.
Instead, words slid into his ears, and he couldn't' help but smile slightly. It remained as he watched her, noting the slight movement in her cheeks.
"Oh, trust me," he said. He fumbled another step, nearly trodding on Elliot's toes. "This is so bad."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 12, 2008 19:59:09 GMT -5
Elliot giggled, unable to resist at Nate's charmingly clumsy way. He would probably never be suave or devastating like most of the boys she had once been used to, and perhaps that was part of the charm. Elliot didn't feel like she had to measure up to some level of couture when she was with Nate, like maybe he didn't except so much out of her.
"Here," She smirked, more in an attempted to stop herself form nibbling a hole in her lip than anything, and took Nate's other hand so that she could place it on her other hip. Slinking a hand around to the back of his neck, Elliot ran her free hand through her tangled blonde ringlets, pinning them out of her face just long enough for her to grin convincingly at Nate.
She pressed her hips against his as she moved, and for a fleeting second it seemed strange, though not all together unpleasant, how well their bones still fit together.
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Post by nate on Nov 12, 2008 20:36:32 GMT -5
Was there really several months of separation between us? It doesn't really feel like it. I'm already in more or less the same spot I was before, though I'm pretty sure I'm a different person. Advantage? Maybe.
"We are so odd," Nate marveled aloud. He shifted his feet with the music, twisting to look down at them. The last thing he wanted was to squish toes, and that seemed to be his feet's main goal in this affair. He focused on holding Elliot and guiding himself along with her movements.
He could feel the gentle sway of her hips under his palms, feel her against him. The movements did seem natural.
How on Earth did we ever end up like this?
Of course, Nate couldn't last forever. He soon got tangled in Elliot's luscious legs and fumbled a step, clutching at Elliot to stay upright. Curses flew from his mouth as he struggled to distangle himself from her.
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 12, 2008 21:28:34 GMT -5
"I like it."
Elliot more or less whispered, her lips curled into a gentle smile at the confession. The blonde had told him once that she was attached to the freaks and the oddballs, and she hadn't been lying. Just because Elliot did everything in her power to cover up her spots, didn't make her any less of a cheetah; or in this case, an insecure and drunk pathological liar with daddy issues, a minor case of Kleptomania, and a hell of a gift with a pen. Whatever existed between her and Nate seemed, for all it's faults, real, and more importantly,
comfortable.
Torn from her thoughts by her partner's complete lack of grace, Elliot stumbled back a step before catching her balance, which was no easy task in her mind-numbingly dangerous shoes. Gripping onto Nate for an anchor, she couldn't help but laugh, blonde curls falling in her face as she grinned.
"Alright, fine, I won't torture you anymore." Her hand slipped into his again. "But you could have said something if you were that sick of dancing, instead of staging such an act." She winked to show she was kidding before jerking her head toward the bar again, feeling playful.
"Buy me a drink?"
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Post by nate on Nov 12, 2008 22:27:18 GMT -5
Of course you like it. I like it too. There's something oddly unique here. Two twisted souls dancing about one another, occasionally crashing into each other to exchange parts. I'm a cynical a**hole; she's a flirtatious sl*t. It's like chocolate and f**king peanut butter.
Fully recovered, Nate managed to regain a bit of his dignity. Mostly by arranging himself and overtaking Elliot on the way to the bar. This also allowed him to order drinks right before the request left Elliot's mouth. By the time she finally got there, two glasses full of their usual would be awaiting them.
"Sure, I could have said something. But you would have simply ignored it and plowed ahead anyway," Nate pointed out. He picked up both glasses, offering one to her while he took a swig from the other. "Besides, it was so much more fun falling for you."
He had to wink at the godawful pun.
I'm chock full of stuff like that. Nothing but nougaty goodness here.
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 12, 2008 22:54:55 GMT -5
"I'd have to agree there." Elliot returned the wink as she accepted the drink out of Nate's hand, their fingers brushing in that familiar way as she pulled back and raised the glass to her lips. It was here that she paused, looking over the rim of her glass with those usual deadly blue eyes as she thought something over for a split-second.
"To, -" she paused, wondering, as she always did, what exactly they were supposed to be, or more so, what they were supposed to be called. Letting the past lie where it belonged, Elliot took a cue from the present and raised her glass to the boy besides her "-old friends. And new beginnings?"
When she woke up tomorrow, Elliot knew that something would still weigh on her heart, something that she hadn't been able to shake even halfway around the earth, and in time and hope, she would deal with the persistent pain, but tonight was about her and Nate and a semblance of peace before reality broke through and her ghosts came back to haunt her; tomorrow.
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Post by nate on Nov 12, 2008 23:03:47 GMT -5
"To--
Life?
Love?
Happiness?
let's get realistic here.
To messed up f**ked up screwed up freaks of nature?
Less harsh.
"To old friends," Nate agreed, clinking his glass. He held it there, upraised, for perhaps a heartbeat longer than absolutely necessary. "And new beginnings."
and now, we drink.
Nate tilted back his glass, letting the liquid slide down his throat. For once, it didn't quite burn on the way down, but seemed to smooth him. Loosen the joints as it were. Probably the direct result of Elliot's influence, pulling the alcohol in him like the moon pulls the tide.
"You know, I'm probably just going to try and get you drunk so I can take advantage of you," Nate said. Even those words had a familiarity to them, spoken almost as much from habit as desire.[/color]
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 12, 2008 23:42:21 GMT -5
She grinned at the toast, bringing the glass to her lips with no bit of hesitancy. Alchohol was the one constant in Elliot's life, and she made no attempt to hide her infatuation with it. Until of course one of her other favorite topics came into the conversation.
"Darling,"
Elliot took a long sip of her drink before wrapping both her hands around it and settling it in her lap, turning those bright eyes to Nate once more. She was about to propose a deal, everything else be damned.
"You really don't have to get me drunk. I mean, I'm jonesing for some halfway decent sex." Four months of soul searching and some parts of people will never change. Subtlety was never a gift of Elliot's, and she was a girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it. "So," She tipped her head forward a bit, though her eyes stayed locked on Nate's. Was she really about to do this?
"I'm simply going to propose that when we're done catching up here, instead of going back to our separate dormitories, we both go back to yours and have some 'Welcome Home Elliot' sex." Her tone was polite, but enticing. Her eyes were cool, but mischievous, and as the blonde took another drink of her Gin and Tonic to hide the grin, she couldn't help but inwardly gawk at herself.
"Please please please? Just the one time and I'll never ask again." As if this was some sort of inconvenience for Nate. No-strings attached sex with a gorgeous, leggy blonde. Elliot offered no explanation, no apology or sign that she was even joking.
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Post by nate on Nov 13, 2008 0:06:56 GMT -5
The steady train which is Nate's thoughts simply jumped the track, falling into a ravine and exploding in a huge ball of flaming destruction. Static replaced the constant noise that when on up there, leaving Nate speechless.
He simply gawked.
"Blubah," he finally managed. Which, of course, didn't even resemble a real word. Maybe "blubber," but that wasn't really appropriate given the context. Nate drained the rest of his glass, then felt ready to speak for real. "I suppose I can manage. I have to warn you, it's probably going to be better than slightly different, and will come with no strings attached. Though if this is the only time you'll ever ask, you might just hurt my feelings."
And he fumbles the ball at the ten yard line, but manages a wonderful recovery folks! It looks like Nate Wakeman might actually be a player in this game yet!
"D**m," Nate stared at his drink, "where the hell did that go?"
He turned, looking back at the bar. Could he really handle another one about now? Dulling his senses sounded like a really bad idea right about now, and while he may be thirsty, he wasn't stupid. In the end, he simply settled for staring at his glass forlornly.
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 13, 2008 1:47:10 GMT -5
"Well, we'll have to see how tonight goes before I can say for sure if this offer will ever resurface." Taking another sip of her drink, the blond felt her stomach churn in the slightest sense. This was dangerous business, and yet she dealt in it anyway. The quest to forget was consuming, and it had been so long since she had been able to look at someone and not see him. Nate was one of the few that actually appeared real to her, and because of that, she felt the need to be close to him weighing on her in the most massive sense.
Emptying her glass, Elliot promptly ordered another - this time with extra Gin - and turned back to Nate. Something in his eyes had changed since she had left, and for fear of distress, she tried not to dwell on what it could have possibly been. For now they were the same people they were once upon a time and that was more than enough wonderful.
"So, did you really miss me?" She couldn't help but grin past her double stacked Gin and Tonic now.
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Post by nate on Nov 13, 2008 19:06:10 GMT -5
There's a desperation there, Elliot. Do you really think you can hide something like that from me? I was able to call you on things of that nature on our first meeting, and it's just become easier with time. You're running from something or someone, and for some odd reason you've run to me. Of course, we all know I'm willing to take whatever I can get, especially from you.
Predicting the future was tricky, and even Nate wasn't willing to try. He could tell the present well enough to comment on it and process whatever occurred then. Still, he watched Elliot fetch more to drink, deadening her mind and sense further, and knew that something had shaken her. Normally he wouldn't care about that sort of thing, but this was Elliot, one of the perhaps three thinking beings he genuinely cared about.
He cared enough that he actually thought about lying to her when she asked, but instead did what he always had to do with her: tell his thoughts.
"Yes, in a way," were the words that surfaced, "after all, there's only a handful of people I can actually stand, Elliot. And you're dangerously close to the top of that list. I did manage to have a girlfriend while you were gone though, and she was amazing."
He really didn't want to think about that now. Circumstances had changed that. Suddenly he wanted to drown his thoughts too.
"Kind of hard to think about one woman when you're with another," he admitted, shrugging. "Still, whenever one of your silly little lessons surfaced I'd think about you and miss that. Every once in a while I'd see a blonde at a bar and wonder."
He looked her in the eye. "But if you're wondering if I faded away and pined after you, I'm afraid the answer's no. I left that for others to do."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 13, 2008 19:29:01 GMT -5
His words restored something in her, and Elliot put the glass down for a moment, feeling that it was weighing heavier on her than her own heart for the moment.
"If you had shut down and cried all day after me, then obviously, none of my silly little lessons had actually sunk in. So I'm more than glad to hear that wasn't the case." Nate's answer had been more than pleasant on her ears, and she was grateful for his blunt nature once again. It wasn't often that Elliot found joy in the happiness of other people, but the news that her friend had managed to evolve some over their absence caused her to smile with a rare touch of humanity.
"Oh!" The blonde looked excited all of a sudden, lit up with childlike joy for a half-second. "I can't believe I forgot!"
"I got you something! When I was in this bookstore in Italy one morning, trying to walk off a particularly nasty hangover, I saw this gorgeous leather-bound journal that remind me of you." At this point in the story, most people would reach around or into their purse to grab the aforementioned item so that it could be presented to the lucky friend. But of course, things hardly ever when they way they were supposed to with Elliot.
"So I bought it on a whim, but I got robbed a few nights later in Milan so I don't actually hate it anymore. Sorry." She winced a bit, but it was obvious that the girl also found some humor in the tale. "Robbed blind in one of Europe's richest cities. Can you freaking believe that?" Elliot giggled, finally reaching back for her drink once more and immediately feeling something like centered with the cool glass in her hand.
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Post by nate on Nov 13, 2008 22:26:41 GMT -5
"Of course your lessons sunk in," Nate snorted. "They were hardly forgettable."
Nate played with his glass, watching Elliot as she talked.
That is certainly her luck. I actually believe that story. Or else, I want to believe it enough that I'm willing to accept that it actually happened. Or that that is what Elliot wanted to happen. Hell, it doesn't matter. Point was, she thought of me while she was in Italy, or at least is saying as such. I should take what I can get.
"Maybe not," he finally admitted, grinning at Elliot, "but it's certainly your luck. And I just appreciate being thought of."
Nate moved close enough to set his glass on the counter, suddenly losing interest in it.
"You could have at least stolen me another one. Or at least bought something and pretended it was from Milan," he teased. The smile on his face belayed his words. "Now I'll have to drag you back there sometime and demand a replica."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 13, 2008 22:42:22 GMT -5
"Hey, I've never lied to you before, why would I possibly start now?" She smiled generously, hardly offended as she took another sip from her drink, enjoying the tang of Gin as it warmed her throat. "And you're totally welcome."
Elliot felt something shift in the pit of her stomach, and with another taste of liquor, it seemed to settle, but still, she knew it would be back. American cuisine didn't suit her stomach in the least, especially after months of rich European dishes, and that inconvenient truth coupled with her constant nerves, constant drinking and total lack of sleep, caused Elliot to suddenly feel completely awful at the worst of times.
Looking over to Nate, she couldn't help but grin in spite of her turbulent stomach. "Baby, you are completely welcome to whisk me back off to Milan anytime." Pressing a hand to her stomach, the blonde could feel her skin warm to the touch through her paper-thin dress.
"America just does not agree with me."
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