Giving Ambrose a respectfull head bow as the man made his farewells, Cyrus wondered just what clan he was in. He would have to look into sometime.
At Ana's hug he raised a brow but stood respectfully still. Her comment was unexpected. No one had ever instructed him upon proper courtship behavior. Of course he had never courted anyone before so perhaps it was not too unusual given the circumstances.
The slightly shorter human was only a scant foot or so away. With hunger growing he wondered how to close that gap to bite into her exposed skin. As he leaned forward he realized just what he was doing and quickly shifted gears.
Whispering conspiratorially he winked at her. "I planned on it, but please let me know how to improve."
Party Time?
It certainly was a good thing Fallon didn't work weekends. As it was, it seemed to be taking an inordinately long time to get everything organized for her dinner Wednesday night.
Having set one of the bags on the porch chair, while she unlocked the front door and went inside to put down the other three bags, she returned to the porch and grabbed it now. Then she realized the bag held things that she had bought for the porch, so she set it back down. She would deal with that project later.
For about the fifth time tonight, she wished she had asked Aishe if she wanted to help, but for the fifth time tonight she agreed that it wouldn't have been much of a treat for Aishe if she helped put it together.
No, Fallon was bound and determined to do this on her own, and suffer the consequences.
So far she had received three RSVPs, the sweetest having been Ana's. Such a nice message to leave on her voice mail. But there was still time, and if it turned out there would only be three others, that would still be three more at a party than she'd ever had before.
Noticing she was still standing on the front porch, Fallon laughed before turning and going back inside.
Once she had put the food away, certain she had enough for a house full of frat boys, she gathered all the candles together on the table, and then set out to distribute them through the house. Thinking they would make her house more festive, with spending the smallest amount of money, she had bought many. And they were all in complimenting scents. With winter still upon them in Nachton, Fallon had gone with comfort scents...cinnamon, apple pie, and vanilla. She now just hoped having the house smell like baked goodies wouldn't be offensive to anyone.
Taking the small stack of papers from her purse, she set them inside her bar. She had devised a list of items for the scavenger hunt, and had them printed up. Now she just had to remember where they were, and hope everyone would have fun playing.
Tucking the folded paper bags from her shopping under her kitchen sink, Fallon poured herself a glass of white zin, and went to sit on the porch. The night air was still crisp, but not as biting as it had been the past few nights. Setting her wine glass down, she took the other batch of candles out of the bag on the porch, and the little tin covers, and scattered them around. Some went on the railing, some went along the steps, and some were hung from hooks the prior tenants had left in the porch ceiling. Fallon took the long lighter from the bag, lit all the outside candles, and smiled. It did look very party like, and though it was a small effort, it made her feel a lot better about how things were going to go...or how she hoped they would.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Montana
18 years ago
Ana was taken slightly offguard as Cyrus came close to her - turnabout being fair play, maybe - the look in his eyes going from glazed-spacy to sparkling with mischief.
Shrugging off the slight heebie-jeebies, she winked back. "Keep doing what you're doing, Cyrus, and you're on the right track."
She stepped back and looked around, then leaned back to him. "Besides, you probably wouldn't be here if you didn't do something right."
She gave his near arm a friendly squeeze, then spoke louder. "Appreciated gallantry aside, I will do the assistant-sub-hostess duties as I signed up for them."
Shrugging off the slight heebie-jeebies, she winked back. "Keep doing what you're doing, Cyrus, and you're on the right track."
She stepped back and looked around, then leaned back to him. "Besides, you probably wouldn't be here if you didn't do something right."
She gave his near arm a friendly squeeze, then spoke louder. "Appreciated gallantry aside, I will do the assistant-sub-hostess duties as I signed up for them."
Fallon
18 years ago
"Of course you would be invited, and I'm glad you enjoyed yourself...I wish...well...we'll see each other again...soon?"
The kiss Cyrus gave her tickled, but also made her shiver. She would have liked giving him a proper good bye, but understood his feelings, and just smiled as he began to leave.
Remembering the food, Fallon dashed into the kitchen and picked up the plates. Running towards Ambrose she gave him his first, hoping he didn't mind she had really piled it pretty high.
"You all must take some of this food home with you...it will all just go to waste otherwise.
And thank you for coming Ambrose..I look forward to seeing you again sometime in Nachton."
And Fallon meant every word.
Seeing Cyrus and Ana were talking, rather covertly, Fallon turned to Alec.
"Thank you so much for coming Alec, and please take this food with you...there's an extra piece of cheesecake for you in there."
The only bad thing about having a party such as this, was Fallon hadn't had a chance to visit with everyone, and she felt bad that Alec had been of the neglected. But she was staying in Nachton, so as with Ambrose, she had to hope they might run into each other again sometime.
When the exchange between Cyrus and Ana had finished, Fallon handed a plate to Cyrus.
"You two seem mighty cozy...anything I need to be concerned about?"
Fallon laughed, not at all wondering about them, but more just glad they were getting along. With all the issues Fallon was learning about different clans, and how they interacted with each other, Fallon had added butterflies earlier in the evening. But seeing that everyone was making an effort to get to know each other, and get along, she found that was a worry she needn't have had.
"I've put nothing but meat in there for you..."
Fallon leaned into Cyrus, and spoke softly into his ear. She then kissed him on the cheek, and leaned back. Try as she might, she didn't think she had been totally successful in keeping the desire for him out of her gaze. So she looked away again.
The kiss Cyrus gave her tickled, but also made her shiver. She would have liked giving him a proper good bye, but understood his feelings, and just smiled as he began to leave.
Remembering the food, Fallon dashed into the kitchen and picked up the plates. Running towards Ambrose she gave him his first, hoping he didn't mind she had really piled it pretty high.
"You all must take some of this food home with you...it will all just go to waste otherwise.
And thank you for coming Ambrose..I look forward to seeing you again sometime in Nachton."
And Fallon meant every word.
Seeing Cyrus and Ana were talking, rather covertly, Fallon turned to Alec.
"Thank you so much for coming Alec, and please take this food with you...there's an extra piece of cheesecake for you in there."
The only bad thing about having a party such as this, was Fallon hadn't had a chance to visit with everyone, and she felt bad that Alec had been of the neglected. But she was staying in Nachton, so as with Ambrose, she had to hope they might run into each other again sometime.
When the exchange between Cyrus and Ana had finished, Fallon handed a plate to Cyrus.
"You two seem mighty cozy...anything I need to be concerned about?"
Fallon laughed, not at all wondering about them, but more just glad they were getting along. With all the issues Fallon was learning about different clans, and how they interacted with each other, Fallon had added butterflies earlier in the evening. But seeing that everyone was making an effort to get to know each other, and get along, she found that was a worry she needn't have had.
"I've put nothing but meat in there for you..."
Fallon leaned into Cyrus, and spoke softly into his ear. She then kissed him on the cheek, and leaned back. Try as she might, she didn't think she had been totally successful in keeping the desire for him out of her gaze. So she looked away again.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Annoyed with himself for stepping so far away from his control. Apparently spending time around people did not lessen his hunger or preditorial instincts any. With the compliments bestowed by Ana he bowed his head respectfully. Bitting one of Fallon's friends would probably be a big mistake. "Thank you Ana."
He looked at Fallon as she asked if she should be concerned. While he did play with his food it was generally just enough to get to their blood without causing panic. Ana was definately in the 'food' category.
The press of Fallon against him was nice, though all too brief. Cyrus had to restrain himself from nuzzling her like a cat would. Instead he took the plate and made his exit. "I will enjoy every bite. Good night Fallon. Nice to meet you all."
((Cy out))
He looked at Fallon as she asked if she should be concerned. While he did play with his food it was generally just enough to get to their blood without causing panic. Ana was definately in the 'food' category.
The press of Fallon against him was nice, though all too brief. Cyrus had to restrain himself from nuzzling her like a cat would. Instead he took the plate and made his exit. "I will enjoy every bite. Good night Fallon. Nice to meet you all."
((Cy out))
Alec Devereaux
18 years ago
Grinning, Alec accepted the plate, surprised at the weight of it. Hopefully Ginnie would want some of this, as this was enough food to get him through a couple of days.
Extra cheesecake is always acceptable. There are all sorts of lovely uses for it, all of which end with a happy stomach. Thanks for the fun. I'll leave you women to your conspiracies now...
Waving goodbye to both, he scooped up his jacket and headed out. What a...different...evening it had been.
((ooc: Alec out))
Extra cheesecake is always acceptable. There are all sorts of lovely uses for it, all of which end with a happy stomach. Thanks for the fun. I'll leave you women to your conspiracies now...
Waving goodbye to both, he scooped up his jacket and headed out. What a...different...evening it had been.
((ooc: Alec out))
Fallon
18 years ago
Watching Cyrus then Alec leave, Fallon walked over and sat down on the couch. Rather, she flung herself back against it and just sort of fell onto it, laughing softly, as she felt the tension of the evening leave her.
"Wow. That was a lot of fun, but a lot of hard work too. Do you really think everyone had a good time?"
There was no pretense in Fallon. Even if Ana was a few years younger, Fallon had no illusions that their ages made much difference in their life experiences. There were obviously things that Ana had been through, that Fallon hadn't, and vice versa, but they had nothing to do with age. So when Fallon addressed Ana it was the same as if she were addressing Aishe, as a peer.
As such, she valued Ana's opinion on the evening. She also thought by talking, Ana might segue into what was really bothering her.
"Come on over here kiddo...have a seat."
Fallon patted the space next to her, and then leaned back against the couch again, as if it was next to impossible to keep her head up. She had a smile on her face though.
"Wow. That was a lot of fun, but a lot of hard work too. Do you really think everyone had a good time?"
There was no pretense in Fallon. Even if Ana was a few years younger, Fallon had no illusions that their ages made much difference in their life experiences. There were obviously things that Ana had been through, that Fallon hadn't, and vice versa, but they had nothing to do with age. So when Fallon addressed Ana it was the same as if she were addressing Aishe, as a peer.
As such, she valued Ana's opinion on the evening. She also thought by talking, Ana might segue into what was really bothering her.
"Come on over here kiddo...have a seat."
Fallon patted the space next to her, and then leaned back against the couch again, as if it was next to impossible to keep her head up. She had a smile on her face though.
Montana
18 years ago
Ana was leaning on the piano, trying not to push it out of place and trying not to stand up, either.
"Do you really think everyone had a good time?" Fallon had asked. "Of course I do! I did, too! Great! Mag-knee-feek! Moy bien!" She winked at Fallon, guessing the teacher probably recognized the forced bad pronunciation to her praises.
She giggled as Fallon fell into the couch. "Come on over here kiddo; have a seat." She arched an eyebrow as Fallon patted the cushion next to her, smiling, then relaxed. Ana shrugged, and practically bounced the few steps to the couch, spun around, and sat down exactly next to the other woman.
"Kiddo huh. So does this make you Mammy?" She snickered and patted Fallon's knee. "I don't think I've ever been really big on affectionate names like that... Even my Dad never called me anything but Montana, and it took me a long time to get people to call me Ana. You know, though," she mused out loud, "I don't think I mind it from you."
It was out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying. But, she conjectured, she wouldn't mind explaining.
"So, Mammy," she snickered again and cleared her throat, "Fallon, you did great. Are doing great. You look so much better since I last saw you for more than a few minutes. The lights in the library are not quite flattering," and she laughed again, then nudged her friend.
"Do you really think everyone had a good time?" Fallon had asked. "Of course I do! I did, too! Great! Mag-knee-feek! Moy bien!" She winked at Fallon, guessing the teacher probably recognized the forced bad pronunciation to her praises.
She giggled as Fallon fell into the couch. "Come on over here kiddo; have a seat." She arched an eyebrow as Fallon patted the cushion next to her, smiling, then relaxed. Ana shrugged, and practically bounced the few steps to the couch, spun around, and sat down exactly next to the other woman.
"Kiddo huh. So does this make you Mammy?" She snickered and patted Fallon's knee. "I don't think I've ever been really big on affectionate names like that... Even my Dad never called me anything but Montana, and it took me a long time to get people to call me Ana. You know, though," she mused out loud, "I don't think I mind it from you."
It was out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying. But, she conjectured, she wouldn't mind explaining.
"So, Mammy," she snickered again and cleared her throat, "Fallon, you did great. Are doing great. You look so much better since I last saw you for more than a few minutes. The lights in the library are not quite flattering," and she laughed again, then nudged her friend.
Fallon
18 years ago
"No...this does NOT make me Mammy!" Fallon laughed, but the idea of being someone's mother was too frightening for words.
"I found when teaching younger teens, sometimes having a special name put them at ease quicker. So many of them are angry...at their parents, siblings, peers, the world...just giving them a special name seemed to cut through so much with them."
Fallon was rambling, but she didn't want Ana to think she had some weird perverse reason for calling her anything.
"Over time, I guess it became a habit. When I talk to people I like...it's, well I guess it's a term of endearment. But I'll guarantee if you keep calling me mammy, I'll come up with another one for you child."
Fallon was teasing, and she gave Ana a soft jab to the ribs.
When Ana commented on her appearance, Fallon was at a bit of a loss. She seemed to recall her mentioning that same thing earlier, and had the same reaction then.
"Wow...I must have looked like death that night? I wish I could recall what the circumstances were that night, but life for me in Nachton has been moving at such an unusually break neck speed, so many of my nights seem to just blur."
Suddenly Fallon sat straight up. That old gnawing feeling was back, and it reminded her again that she had yet to feed, and that it was getting late.
But she had yet to get to the heart of Ana's problem. Trying to keep her fears in check, Fallon turned her head to look at Ana now. She smiled at the girl. Laughing and teasing, Ana gave no outward appearance that anything was bothering her.
"Ana? You want to tell me now, just what had you bothered? I'm really NOT going to have you help me clean up, by the way."
And for emphasis, Fallon put a gentle hand on Ana's arm. She didn't want her to jump up and make a mad dash for the kitchen.
"I found when teaching younger teens, sometimes having a special name put them at ease quicker. So many of them are angry...at their parents, siblings, peers, the world...just giving them a special name seemed to cut through so much with them."
Fallon was rambling, but she didn't want Ana to think she had some weird perverse reason for calling her anything.
"Over time, I guess it became a habit. When I talk to people I like...it's, well I guess it's a term of endearment. But I'll guarantee if you keep calling me mammy, I'll come up with another one for you child."
Fallon was teasing, and she gave Ana a soft jab to the ribs.
When Ana commented on her appearance, Fallon was at a bit of a loss. She seemed to recall her mentioning that same thing earlier, and had the same reaction then.
"Wow...I must have looked like death that night? I wish I could recall what the circumstances were that night, but life for me in Nachton has been moving at such an unusually break neck speed, so many of my nights seem to just blur."
Suddenly Fallon sat straight up. That old gnawing feeling was back, and it reminded her again that she had yet to feed, and that it was getting late.
But she had yet to get to the heart of Ana's problem. Trying to keep her fears in check, Fallon turned her head to look at Ana now. She smiled at the girl. Laughing and teasing, Ana gave no outward appearance that anything was bothering her.
"Ana? You want to tell me now, just what had you bothered? I'm really NOT going to have you help me clean up, by the way."
And for emphasis, Fallon put a gentle hand on Ana's arm. She didn't want her to jump up and make a mad dash for the kitchen.
Montana
18 years ago
Ana placed her hand on Fallon's, and leaned over, resting her head on the other woman's shoulder. "Truthfully? I'm not very bothered right now. I've had the best five days of my life in the last, well, five days," she snickered at her own repititiousness, "and almost getting blown up is included. Coming to Nachton was a humungous step for me. Most of the people I remember between then and now have had in impact on my life, and you and Aishe are two of the biggest. I don't think I've ever felt so unbelievably welcome as I do when talking to either of you, or just sitting doing nothing."
Her voice got raspy as she exclaimed, waggling a finger in front of Fallon's nose, "And don't think for one moment, Missy, that you can get me out of your house without me scrubbing a few dishes. That was one of the few things I can remember my mom teaching me." Her voice calmed a little as she continued, "Very few things."
She sighed. "I've got a lot of energy stored up for some reason and I don't think I would be very comfortable couch company, not for at least another hour or so. I've been keeping late hours, my shift is so wacky at the Library. It's one of the few city libraries I've ever heard of with twenty four hour availability. So if you don't mind, could we do some dishes, and we can talk while we do that, kay?" She squeezed Fallon's hand on her arm. "Or I can do dishes while you talk."
Her voice got raspy as she exclaimed, waggling a finger in front of Fallon's nose, "And don't think for one moment, Missy, that you can get me out of your house without me scrubbing a few dishes. That was one of the few things I can remember my mom teaching me." Her voice calmed a little as she continued, "Very few things."
She sighed. "I've got a lot of energy stored up for some reason and I don't think I would be very comfortable couch company, not for at least another hour or so. I've been keeping late hours, my shift is so wacky at the Library. It's one of the few city libraries I've ever heard of with twenty four hour availability. So if you don't mind, could we do some dishes, and we can talk while we do that, kay?" She squeezed Fallon's hand on her arm. "Or I can do dishes while you talk."
Fallon
18 years ago
Only slightly surprised by Ana leaning her head on her shoulder, Fallon didn't feel at all strange with the gesture. Fallon always had been more relaxed in the company of women, and better able to hold her own in a one on one setting.
It was better than good to hear Ana no longer felt at odds.
"I'm so glad to hear that. Nachton does seem to have that effect on people. I've come a long way as well, since arriving, and can honestly say you and Aishe have made that trip much more enjoyable as well."
Fallon was going to fight Ana on the clean up help, until mentioned her mom teaching her things.
"You're lucky you had her to teach you anything...sometimes even just bits and pieces are so huge. My mother was worthless...but...I learned years ago not to let her hurt me any more."
The reference to her own parent was made in passing. It was not a subject Fallon talked about, if Ana had known much about Fallon at all, she would have known being entrusted with that little bit of information was something Fallon just never did.
Her mention of energy and late hours Fallon could relate to as well. Though the energy part seemed to have flown off for now. But she could at least stand at the sink and wash dishes.
Standing up, she grabbed Ana's hand, and pulled her into the kitchen.
"Okay...I'll wash, you can dry."
Fixing the soapy water in the sink, Fallon then gave the towel to Ana to dry. Fortunately, most of the plates and things had been paper, so all she really had to worry with were the serving dishes, and they had all been scraped off when she had fixed the 'to go' plates.
"So, you had a good child hood, then?"
It was better than good to hear Ana no longer felt at odds.
"I'm so glad to hear that. Nachton does seem to have that effect on people. I've come a long way as well, since arriving, and can honestly say you and Aishe have made that trip much more enjoyable as well."
Fallon was going to fight Ana on the clean up help, until mentioned her mom teaching her things.
"You're lucky you had her to teach you anything...sometimes even just bits and pieces are so huge. My mother was worthless...but...I learned years ago not to let her hurt me any more."
The reference to her own parent was made in passing. It was not a subject Fallon talked about, if Ana had known much about Fallon at all, she would have known being entrusted with that little bit of information was something Fallon just never did.
Her mention of energy and late hours Fallon could relate to as well. Though the energy part seemed to have flown off for now. But she could at least stand at the sink and wash dishes.
Standing up, she grabbed Ana's hand, and pulled her into the kitchen.
"Okay...I'll wash, you can dry."
Fixing the soapy water in the sink, Fallon then gave the towel to Ana to dry. Fortunately, most of the plates and things had been paper, so all she really had to worry with were the serving dishes, and they had all been scraped off when she had fixed the 'to go' plates.
"So, you had a good child hood, then?"
Montana
18 years ago
Ana shook her head against Fallon's shoulder. "It's not Nachton. It just happens to be the people who live here."
Her gaze fell as Fallon noted that her mother was worthless. "My own died when I was eleven. We didn't get to go through my teenage years together, so I missed learning a lot of things. Like parties and socializing."
She shrugged as she got pulled into the kitchen. "Drying good."
Handed a larger serving dish, Ana had barely swiped the dish across it when Fallon said, "You had a good child then?" The shock of the question caused the serving dish to slip...
And Ana jumped forward and snapped her knees together, catching it. "Yup, peachy." She wondered if the serving dish would hold all the sarcasm she was dripping.
Her gaze fell as Fallon noted that her mother was worthless. "My own died when I was eleven. We didn't get to go through my teenage years together, so I missed learning a lot of things. Like parties and socializing."
She shrugged as she got pulled into the kitchen. "Drying good."
Handed a larger serving dish, Ana had barely swiped the dish across it when Fallon said, "You had a good child then?" The shock of the question caused the serving dish to slip...
And Ana jumped forward and snapped her knees together, catching it. "Yup, peachy." She wondered if the serving dish would hold all the sarcasm she was dripping.
Fallon
18 years ago
"My mom was with us until I was eighteen...and she taught me nothing. So if the years you had with your mom were good ones...you've those to be thankful for, right?"
Fallon really didn't want to preach, but from Ana's reactions, she knew something more was going on. She really thought Ana had wanted to talk, but now that the opportunity had presented itself, she seemed to have changed her mind. Fallon wouldn't force the issue, but she wanted to give Ana every option.
And now Ana had been so surprised by something Fallon had said, that she almost dropped the dish. The dish meant virtually nothing to Fallon...aside from a few dollars to replace it. But it was replaceable. Too often she lived in fear herself of breaking something of her mom's or even Ted's, and she refused to let that kind of thing rule her world.
"Peachy, huh...you don't sound too convincing."
Showing Ana where the dishes went, Fallon handed her another, and kept glancing in her direction, as she washed another dish. Feeling the hunger begin to really make it's presence known, Fallon speeded up the washing a bit.
Fallon really didn't want to preach, but from Ana's reactions, she knew something more was going on. She really thought Ana had wanted to talk, but now that the opportunity had presented itself, she seemed to have changed her mind. Fallon wouldn't force the issue, but she wanted to give Ana every option.
And now Ana had been so surprised by something Fallon had said, that she almost dropped the dish. The dish meant virtually nothing to Fallon...aside from a few dollars to replace it. But it was replaceable. Too often she lived in fear herself of breaking something of her mom's or even Ted's, and she refused to let that kind of thing rule her world.
"Peachy, huh...you don't sound too convincing."
Showing Ana where the dishes went, Fallon handed her another, and kept glancing in her direction, as she washed another dish. Feeling the hunger begin to really make it's presence known, Fallon speeded up the washing a bit.
Montana
18 years ago
Ana nodded at Fallon's wisdom. "I've been over it all, for ten years. But I still have pangs of 'what could we have had?' You have no idea how many social and relationship self-help books I've read recently."
She laughed to herself again. "I have learned to compensate, though. I hope you don't mind my borrowing some of the time at your party as an educational opportunity, as well." She nudged Fallon gently.
The dish was freed and returned to the drying rack. "Luckily, I have good reflexes, too. Usually."
She continued to ramble on. "Unlike the time that Rorri kissed me, or the time I got stung by a bee when it flew in the window of a moving car... yeah that was an interesting emergency. Oh yeah and last week, when I moved into my apartment, I dropped three of a four mug set. Caught one with my foot, another with my knee, and the third shattered when I kicked it out of the kitchen across my floor."
She laughed to herself again. "I have learned to compensate, though. I hope you don't mind my borrowing some of the time at your party as an educational opportunity, as well." She nudged Fallon gently.
The dish was freed and returned to the drying rack. "Luckily, I have good reflexes, too. Usually."
She continued to ramble on. "Unlike the time that Rorri kissed me, or the time I got stung by a bee when it flew in the window of a moving car... yeah that was an interesting emergency. Oh yeah and last week, when I moved into my apartment, I dropped three of a four mug set. Caught one with my foot, another with my knee, and the third shattered when I kicked it out of the kitchen across my floor."
Fallon
18 years ago
Part of what Ana said, Fallon understood right off. After having a good relationship, it was natural to feel 'what ifs'. Hell, Fallon had nothing but bad relationships, and she even caught her self wondering 'what if'. But without the good to challenge the bad, Fallon didn't wonder very much.
It tugged at Fallon's heart to think of a younger Ana trying to figure things out for herself, from books. She should have had someone to hug, and talk to, and cry with. Books were a poor substitute. But at least Ana had sought something. Unlike Fallon, who until she left North Carolina, had just gone along with life, even when it was horrific.
"Rorri kissed you?"
A little stunned, having not thought either Rorri or Ana were gay, the question slipped out before she had time to question what it might have meant. Not that there was anything wrong with being gay...it just never occurred to her to feel sexually towards a woman. Though she had admitted to herself during a few dark times, it might have been better for her had she been gay.
"Sounds like you have excellent reflexes."
What else could she say? Listening to Ana made Fallon's head swim just a bit. But it wasn't Ana...it was Fallon's lack of ability to concentrate and truly hear what Ana was saying. Instead all Fallon was thinking about now was feeding, and how she was going to get Ana back to her place, feed, and be in bed on time.
Handing Ana the last of the dishes...three laser knives...Fallon started wiping down the counter, and putting some more things away.
"Okay...we should be able to go soon...get you home...and get me back before sunrise."
She had a night time job too, so going to bed before sun up was a natural occurrence Fallon thought Ana would understand.
It tugged at Fallon's heart to think of a younger Ana trying to figure things out for herself, from books. She should have had someone to hug, and talk to, and cry with. Books were a poor substitute. But at least Ana had sought something. Unlike Fallon, who until she left North Carolina, had just gone along with life, even when it was horrific.
"Rorri kissed you?"
A little stunned, having not thought either Rorri or Ana were gay, the question slipped out before she had time to question what it might have meant. Not that there was anything wrong with being gay...it just never occurred to her to feel sexually towards a woman. Though she had admitted to herself during a few dark times, it might have been better for her had she been gay.
"Sounds like you have excellent reflexes."
What else could she say? Listening to Ana made Fallon's head swim just a bit. But it wasn't Ana...it was Fallon's lack of ability to concentrate and truly hear what Ana was saying. Instead all Fallon was thinking about now was feeding, and how she was going to get Ana back to her place, feed, and be in bed on time.
Handing Ana the last of the dishes...three laser knives...Fallon started wiping down the counter, and putting some more things away.
"Okay...we should be able to go soon...get you home...and get me back before sunrise."
She had a night time job too, so going to bed before sun up was a natural occurrence Fallon thought Ana would understand.
Montana
18 years ago
Ana nodded. "She did, and it was nice, you know? Not explosively wow-knock-me-off-my-feet like stories try to tell you, but it also wasn't gross. And that got me wondering," she continued, "what causes attraction? So I started researching it. Dating, that is. I haven't come to any real conclusions yet. It's all very confusing."
Ana was down almost to the bottom of the wet utensils as she spoke nearly endlessly. "And seeing Alec at the library is what caused me to trip over that chair - which I still laugh about when I walk past that corner of the library - because he's just... nice to look at. There's not many definitions that give the feeling first and the answer later... Kind of like Jeopardy."
Forks, spoons, butterknives... Ana made sure she was careful with the remaining sharp knives as she swiped the towel down the length of their blades. She moved aside to let Fallon into a cupboard in front of her. The last knife fell from her hand, bounced off the counter as she tried to avoid it swinging her hand wide and throwing her foot out, and embedded its point in the floor.
Ana stared at it; it had landed where her foot had been. "Sharp knife," she said, pointing.
A single drop of blood fell from a cut on the edge of Ana's hand to land on the immaculate floor. "Speaking of Jeopardy... It flows red and coagulates only when the cuts are small."
Ana was down almost to the bottom of the wet utensils as she spoke nearly endlessly. "And seeing Alec at the library is what caused me to trip over that chair - which I still laugh about when I walk past that corner of the library - because he's just... nice to look at. There's not many definitions that give the feeling first and the answer later... Kind of like Jeopardy."
Forks, spoons, butterknives... Ana made sure she was careful with the remaining sharp knives as she swiped the towel down the length of their blades. She moved aside to let Fallon into a cupboard in front of her. The last knife fell from her hand, bounced off the counter as she tried to avoid it swinging her hand wide and throwing her foot out, and embedded its point in the floor.
Ana stared at it; it had landed where her foot had been. "Sharp knife," she said, pointing.
A single drop of blood fell from a cut on the edge of Ana's hand to land on the immaculate floor. "Speaking of Jeopardy... It flows red and coagulates only when the cuts are small."
Fallon
18 years ago
"You're incredible...you really go all out to learn everything, don't you? That's just wonderful."
And Fallon really did think it was marvelous that Ana had taken a proactive stance in her life.
"As for confusing...I think all love, and attraction, and anything sexual can be pretty confusing."
And as she described Alec, Fallon had to agree, and laughed having shared a similar thought. While Cyrus was indeed a very fine looking man, before she had met him, Fallon wouldn't have thought him to be her type. Thank god she didn't let that keep her from allowing herself to open up to him, and truly seeing him. For now he was the most handsome, sexy, loving man she could know.
Putting her hands on the counter to brace herself from the pull of her hunger, Fallon turned and looked at Ana, just in time to see her cut her hand, and the drop of blood fall, as if in slow motion, down to the floor.
Fallon's breath caught, her heart lept in her chest, her eyes widened, and she lurched an inch towards Ana's hand. There was a sudden wildness that could be seen in Fallon's eyes, if anyone had looked. She licked her lips, and felt her skin come alive with need...
"Oh Ana...let me..."
Fallon still looked like Fallon, and for all intents and purposes was still Fallon, but an inner part of her was now gone...replaced with just the hunger.
"...kiss it...and make it better."
Fallon's mouth covered the cut, and half of Ana's hand as she began to suck...softly at first, but with increasing force.
Little soft groans began to emit from within Fallon, almost immediately. The taste of Ana's blood was so sweet.
(permission granted to suck Ana's hand)
And Fallon really did think it was marvelous that Ana had taken a proactive stance in her life.
"As for confusing...I think all love, and attraction, and anything sexual can be pretty confusing."
And as she described Alec, Fallon had to agree, and laughed having shared a similar thought. While Cyrus was indeed a very fine looking man, before she had met him, Fallon wouldn't have thought him to be her type. Thank god she didn't let that keep her from allowing herself to open up to him, and truly seeing him. For now he was the most handsome, sexy, loving man she could know.
Putting her hands on the counter to brace herself from the pull of her hunger, Fallon turned and looked at Ana, just in time to see her cut her hand, and the drop of blood fall, as if in slow motion, down to the floor.
Fallon's breath caught, her heart lept in her chest, her eyes widened, and she lurched an inch towards Ana's hand. There was a sudden wildness that could be seen in Fallon's eyes, if anyone had looked. She licked her lips, and felt her skin come alive with need...
"Oh Ana...let me..."
Fallon still looked like Fallon, and for all intents and purposes was still Fallon, but an inner part of her was now gone...replaced with just the hunger.
"...kiss it...and make it better."
Fallon's mouth covered the cut, and half of Ana's hand as she began to suck...softly at first, but with increasing force.
Little soft groans began to emit from within Fallon, almost immediately. The taste of Ana's blood was so sweet.
(permission granted to suck Ana's hand)
Montana
18 years ago
Ana cast her eyes about looking for the towel she'd somehow tossed aside, but her feet wouldn't move. She looked back to Fallon to apologize for embedding the knife in the floor, for getting blood on the linoleum, but the look on her friend's face shocked her.
"Oh, Ana, let me... kiss it and make it better."
What an odd offer. "Wouldn't a bandaid be..."
Then Fallon's soft lips contacted her hand, then her mouth enveloped the side. A detached corner of her mind quietly said, "Oh, that's not right, no..." but all Ana could do was giggle. "That tickles," she said, her arm getting warm, kind of like those times she'd given blood. Her fingertips were tingly, pins-and-needles almost.
She felt a pinch, deep inside her, reminding her of the one she'd had when she saw... Her balance shifted and she staggered against the nearby kitchen table. She felt it shift slightly as her bottom impacted it. "Fallon."
There was no immediate response; the heat in her arm got warmer, and seemed to be spreading to her chest. "Fallon."
"Oh, Ana, let me... kiss it and make it better."
What an odd offer. "Wouldn't a bandaid be..."
Then Fallon's soft lips contacted her hand, then her mouth enveloped the side. A detached corner of her mind quietly said, "Oh, that's not right, no..." but all Ana could do was giggle. "That tickles," she said, her arm getting warm, kind of like those times she'd given blood. Her fingertips were tingly, pins-and-needles almost.
She felt a pinch, deep inside her, reminding her of the one she'd had when she saw... Her balance shifted and she staggered against the nearby kitchen table. She felt it shift slightly as her bottom impacted it. "Fallon."
There was no immediate response; the heat in her arm got warmer, and seemed to be spreading to her chest. "Fallon."
Fallon
18 years ago
It wasn't near enough blood to satisfy her fully, but plenty to calm her and give her mind back to her. And with her mind returning, Fallon came to the realization that she was draining her friend of her blood. Fallon hadn't even heard her name being called the first time, but had rallied by the time Ana said it again.
Pulling her mouth away, Fallon stood in front of Ana for a few seconds, mouth agape, as her eyes widened in horror. Her hand flew to her mouth, came away bloodied, and Fallon gasped.
Taking Ana by the shoulder, she pushed her to sit in the chair nearby, and grabbed a dish towel, trying to wrap it around Ana's hand. It was impossible to do one handed, but Fallon's other hand was still pressed tightly against her mouth. If she removed it now she knew she would start screaming.
Instead, Fallon ran from the kitchen, into the bathroom, and gripped the tile counter. Looking up into the mirror, the evidence of her behavior blatantly smeared across her face, Fallon cried out.
"Oh Ana! I'm so sorry....so sorry...I...what have I done?"
And as she stood there, unable to move, her mind was telling her she needed more...it hadn't been enough...the hunger had just been momentarily appeased as if with an appetizer. But while her survival instincts were telling her that, her humanistic...moralistic...emotional instincts were telling her to go back into the kitchen and make sure Ana was okay...
But then the rational part of Fallon stopped her. How did she face this girl...who had obviously been through so much...and found it within her to befriend Fallon...only to be taken advantage of now, like this.
Pulling her mouth away, Fallon stood in front of Ana for a few seconds, mouth agape, as her eyes widened in horror. Her hand flew to her mouth, came away bloodied, and Fallon gasped.
Taking Ana by the shoulder, she pushed her to sit in the chair nearby, and grabbed a dish towel, trying to wrap it around Ana's hand. It was impossible to do one handed, but Fallon's other hand was still pressed tightly against her mouth. If she removed it now she knew she would start screaming.
Instead, Fallon ran from the kitchen, into the bathroom, and gripped the tile counter. Looking up into the mirror, the evidence of her behavior blatantly smeared across her face, Fallon cried out.
"Oh Ana! I'm so sorry....so sorry...I...what have I done?"
And as she stood there, unable to move, her mind was telling her she needed more...it hadn't been enough...the hunger had just been momentarily appeased as if with an appetizer. But while her survival instincts were telling her that, her humanistic...moralistic...emotional instincts were telling her to go back into the kitchen and make sure Ana was okay...
But then the rational part of Fallon stopped her. How did she face this girl...who had obviously been through so much...and found it within her to befriend Fallon...only to be taken advantage of now, like this.
Montana
18 years ago
Ana's whole body tickled. Tickled? No, more like pins and needles running from her right hand, across her chest, and down her body. And she was warm. So very warm.
She found herself sitting in the chair in the kitchen; Fallon had disappeared suddenly and there was a towel, that same towel she'd been using to dry the knives, wrapped around her hand.
The knife. It had cut her. She had bled on the floor. Giggling, she leaned over off the chair and yanked the knife from the floor. There'd be a mark for a good long time. With her hand she rubbed the towel against the single splotch of blood; it came up but there was a bit of a stain. She'd need to ask Fallon where the Windex was.
Fallon. Where had Fallon gone? Her hand tingled. Her ears twitched as she heard a voice, "what have I done?"
Ana's mind replayed the last few moments. Fallon approaching her. Fallon wrapping her mouth around her hand. The blood rush in more parts of her body than she'd expected. The tingles. The look of horror on her friend's face as she ran from the kitchen.
The door from the kitchen was still swinging a little as Ana pushed it open again and looked around. The bathroom light was on; Ana approached it and saw her friend leaning on the counter.
She stood in the doorway and held out her hand to Fallon; she locked her eyes on the other woman's dark, chocolate brown eyes - how come she'd never noticed they were darker than her own? - and ignored the slight smear of blood across her lips and cheek. "Come."
It wasn't a request.
She found herself sitting in the chair in the kitchen; Fallon had disappeared suddenly and there was a towel, that same towel she'd been using to dry the knives, wrapped around her hand.
The knife. It had cut her. She had bled on the floor. Giggling, she leaned over off the chair and yanked the knife from the floor. There'd be a mark for a good long time. With her hand she rubbed the towel against the single splotch of blood; it came up but there was a bit of a stain. She'd need to ask Fallon where the Windex was.
Fallon. Where had Fallon gone? Her hand tingled. Her ears twitched as she heard a voice, "what have I done?"
Ana's mind replayed the last few moments. Fallon approaching her. Fallon wrapping her mouth around her hand. The blood rush in more parts of her body than she'd expected. The tingles. The look of horror on her friend's face as she ran from the kitchen.
The door from the kitchen was still swinging a little as Ana pushed it open again and looked around. The bathroom light was on; Ana approached it and saw her friend leaning on the counter.
She stood in the doorway and held out her hand to Fallon; she locked her eyes on the other woman's dark, chocolate brown eyes - how come she'd never noticed they were darker than her own? - and ignored the slight smear of blood across her lips and cheek. "Come."
It wasn't a request.
Fallon
18 years ago
As she debated the right thing to do, and fought against her body's needs, Fallon heard Ana approach. It took all she could do not to go to the window, push her way through, and disappear into the night. The war within her raged, and while one side seemed to want to cower and hide, and the other side wanted to hug her friend, and sooth the wound and apologize for the awful thing she had done.
Seeing Ana's hand extended to her, Fallon was confused. Hadn't she just fed from this girl...? Surely Ana must know at least that Fallon had behaved in a manner not normal to the situation. Yet Ana was wanting her to take her hand...and go with her? Where? How? Why?
Grabbing the wash cloth she had used earlier, at least Fallon had enough semblance of propriety to wipe off the blood from her face. Her eyes never left Ana's though, as she did so, and dropping the cloth onto the counter, Fallon mechanically moved and took Ana's hand.
"I'm so sorry..."
Fallon whimpered softly.
Seeing Ana's hand extended to her, Fallon was confused. Hadn't she just fed from this girl...? Surely Ana must know at least that Fallon had behaved in a manner not normal to the situation. Yet Ana was wanting her to take her hand...and go with her? Where? How? Why?
Grabbing the wash cloth she had used earlier, at least Fallon had enough semblance of propriety to wipe off the blood from her face. Her eyes never left Ana's though, as she did so, and dropping the cloth onto the counter, Fallon mechanically moved and took Ana's hand.
"I'm so sorry..."
Fallon whimpered softly.