[OOC] Highlight vid meme
Featured Song: "Out Tonight" from RENT
What's the time
Well it's gotta be close to midnight
"And where are you staying, cowboy?" Dylan asked, moving to loop her arm around his in one smooth motion.
"Why, in the basement, of course," John answered, his eyes wide in mock innocence, and the slightest of smiles on his face. "There are two other people down there, but I haven't really met them."
"The basement it is," Dylan declared, her mouth curling into a coy smirk. "Lead on, Major John Sheppard."
My body's talking to me
Whoa, momma.
Now that was a kiss, and Dylan remembered instantly why she'd always loved pilots, the cocky bastards that they were. She, of course, wasn't all that different herself, and that was perhaps why she kissed back with equal enthusiasm, her lips immediately parting, arms flung around John's neck.
It says "Time for danger"
"Hi there," she replied, her smile curling up, too coy. Pushing some hair from her face, she arched one brow at him. "How are you today?" How could such mundane phrases sound erotic, he may have been asking himself. Talent, is the answer.
Leoben smiled and came very close to touching her cheek. "I'm great. You're beautiful."
Holy CRAP.
Dylan bit against her bottom lip and shivered faintly. She was practically ready to scale his body right there.
"Thank you," she answered breathlessly. When had it gotten so damned hot in there?
It says "I wanna commit a crime
"No, no, I got it!" Dylan lept to her feet throwing her arms over her head, and was quite proud that she only stumbled the once. Yes, her head was killing her, but she was a master at this, and she would do the cave thing!
Unfortunately, she had forgotten her sheet on the ground, and was quite naked.
"Uh."
In a blink, she'd whipped the blanket from the bed to cover herself, but in her zeal, it flew around to snap Snape in the face.
"Oh, shit. Sorry." She giggled sheepishly.
Wanna be the cause of a fight
Leoben wanted to strangle John with one hand. Instead he shoved back and growled low in the back of his throat. Why was the human being so difficult?
"You have to know something. She can't just disappear. You would know and you'd be trying to find her so come up with a damn answer."
"For the record, I don't answer to you," John said, and all things considered, it was a pretty good line. In the movies, good lines were always followed by right hooks, and John figured since he was in a movie, it wouldn't do to buck tradition.
His fist met Leoben's face with a satisfying sound, and he hoped the bastard had a black eye for days.
Wanna put on my tight skirt and flirt
With a stranger"
Johnny planted his surfboard in the sand and smiled at her. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this? And more importantly--why haven't we met before now?"
"Where've you been all my life, hot stuff?" Dylan quipped in reply with a mock swoon. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
Johnny grinned. "Are you tired, baby? Because you've been running through my mind all day."
"I'm new in town," Dylan said, leaning closer and catching her tongue between her teeth. "Can you give me directions to your place?"
Johnny leaned down to speak softly in her ear. "Nice boots..." he drawled, letting the rest of the infamous pick-up line go unsaid.
I've had a knack from way back
Breaking the rules once
I learned the games
"Monogamy is freaking you out?" McKay asked in a deadpan.
"Well, yeah," Dylan replied, casting McKay a look that clearly said that much should have been obvious. "I've not been monogamous since I was nineteen." And that didn't work out so well, all things considered. "But that's not the weird thing, see. The weird thing is, we're not even technically together."
"Okay," McKay said -- and part of him was horrified that he was using his IQ to break down problems usually issued by Teen Tiger Drum Beat...or whatever.
"So you like Sheppard and Sheppard likes you, and you're doing the..." He made a gesture. "But you're not together officially and you couldn't even do it with another guy. So, you subconsciously want monogamy but are scared to admit it because you, since nineteen, have not had it. You're not sure what it entails, so you can't just out and ask him because that might trap you."
Oh, how he longed for a wraith attack to defend.
After a long moment's worth of consideration, Dylan replied, "You've been watching Oprah, haven't you?"
"Imply that and I really will have to create a chemical compound that slowly kills your sex drive," he warned. "Forever."
Get up life's too quick
I know someplace sick
Where this chick'll dance in the flames
Dylan had never encountered the dinosaurs on the island, so she didn't have much to compare the sound to, unless you counted watching Jurassic Park and Land of the Lost. The wind had suddenly picked up, and she stopped beside Ollie, her hair whipping around her face. The solid echo of crashing underbrush was accompanied by what could only be described as a vaguely musical roar, and without quite knowing how, a distant memory filtered through her mind, of standing before Mrs. Logan's 5th grade class reciting a poem she had chosen simply because it sounded scary.
"It's a burble," was her breathy reply to Holden. Quite before she realized what she was doing, she was speaking again, her face gone pale. "'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe."
Oh, god. They were so fucked.
We don't need any money
I always get in for free
You can get in too if you get in with me
John had just called her his girlfriend. Where he thought she could hear. His girlfriend.
Dylan actually gaped at him for a fleeting moment before she got herself together again and managed a smirk in John's direction. "So, you'd rather your girlfriend kissed you, that what you're saying?"
On impulse, she reached to give herself a quick wink and a swift smack on the bare ass. Hmm. She really did have a nice ass. Never got to get a good look at it before then.
John just gaped at Yorick-Not-Dylan for a moment, then did the same to John Fucking McClane, because he just smacked her ass.
"Of course I'd rather she kissed me, but that's not her! Well, it is, but not." He turned to Yorick just as a thought finally occured to him. "Where the hell is Dylan?" Blame the slow thought process on Bruce Willis.
The smile that curled across her lips would have looked absolutely wicked regardless of whose face it was on. It was, in actuality, more than a little scary on Bruce Willis.
Without further warning, she closed the distance between herself and John and pulled him forward by the back of the neck so that she could land a kiss to his confused, pouty, widdle mouf. It felt just a little different, but still familiar, and really, she never got tired of kissing him, even when she felt fairly certain he was going to punch her after.
Let's go out tonight
I have to go out tonight
Things had been going so well, too. Leave it to this fucked-up place to screw it all up. The Island giveth, and the Island taketh away.
"This is our first fight," she quietly pointed out, shoulders slumping. She pinched at the bridge of her nose as her eyes fell closed. For a long moment Dylan stayed that way, not speaking.
"FUCK!!!" she suddenly howled, and abruptly jerked the Beretta back out, gunfire echoing as she shot the parrot. "WHO WANTS A CRACKER NOW, BITCH?!"
You wanna play? Let's run away
We won't be back
Before it's New Year's Day
Dylan flipped over to rest on her back beside Billy, staring up at the evening sky. "You know what we need here? Bongoes."
"Bongoes would be cool," Billy nodded. He bent his legs up and started to tap a beat on his thighs, making a rhythmic *whap* sound. It sounded a like 'Hooked On a Feeling', another song the jukebox seemed fond of spitting out at him.
"I bet we could make some," Dylan declared, her mind already turning over the idea and breaking it down. "We need bongoes," she repeated. "I'd like to see you learn Stairway to Heaven on those." She chuckled.
Take me out tonight! Meow!
Dylan wasn't sure what it was about jumping off of things that seemed to suddenly intrigue her so, but she was doing again. After a running start, she'd cast herself over the edge of the low cliff with a grin and cry of excitement. She landed feet-first in the pool a moment later with a splash.
Aiden peered out and sighed. He blinked when he heard a woman who seemed to having a fine time splashing around and jumping off of things. Waterfalls were nice though and if he had ended up on some gorgeous island, maybe things were lookg up.
He grinned in spite of the strangeness of the situation then wondered how he was going to get around the water though. He needed his guns or would need them. "Uh. Hello?"
Having pulled herself from the pool, Dylan had been on her way to have another go when she heard the voice and paused. "Hello!" she called in reply, as if it were a perfectly normal exchange to be having.
After slicking her hair back from her face, she stepped around the edge of the fall and peeked behind it. She was grinning and soaking wet from head to toe. Her t-shirt left little to the imagination, so it was a very good thing she'd worn her bra. "Too loud?" she asked, her brows arching.
When I get a wink from the doorman
Do you know how lucky you'll be?
That you're on line with the feline of Avenue B
Dylan didn't give a word of warning, but rather just sort-of flung herself at Rodney's neck, which made for an interesting if awkward position, since he'd been sitting at the time. She didn't let go. He wasn't going to get away! Not when she had hugs to get in, oh no!
McKay recoiled slightly at the hug. "What the hell are you doing!" he reacted rather shrilly. "Oh god, are you...what the hell!"
"Oh, shut up, Rodney!" Dylan chortled, her arms still snugly around him. "I am trying to thank you."
Let's go out tonight
I have to go out tonight
"Or what?" Three countered, her voice low and dangerous. "What do you think you could possibly do to me?"
Like her brothers and sisters she had been trained in combat, and her body was tensed and ready.
What could she do to her?
When Dylan's fist struck the other woman's jaw, the only word for it was satisfaction. She had done a lot of fighting in her time, had hit a fair few people (and even some nonpeople), but there was nothing like clocking someone for being an asshole. Xena? Definitely an asshole.
You wanna prowl
Be my night owl?
"What do I have to do to get you to take your shirt off again?" she casually asked, her eyes lighting.
Oh. Oh, God. "Uh." John stared, unsure of what the hell to say, though her body (being turned on without worrying about having to hide it was totally new) thought otherwise.
"Mmm, well, in that case, I'm going to go shower," Dylan replied with a flippant motion of one hand. Without further ado, she dropped the blanket, stepped over where it had fallen on the floor and traipsed nude across the room to the bathroom door where she paused.
"Oh, John," she said as she looked over her shoulder, hands braced on the door frame. "Two words: Multiple orgasms."
Without waiting for a reply, she continued into the bathroom, letting the door swing shut behind her.
Well take my hand we're gonna howl
Out tonight
"I love you, Dylan," and christ, John was amazed at how easy something he'd worked himself up over was. Three simple words, and maybe he had to re-evaluate that whole coward thing. "You don't have to worry about it being okay, because it just is. I love you."
Even after everything that had just happened, everything that had just been said, it was unexpected. Dylan stared back at John, absolutely stunned, the breath knocked from her as completely as if he'd just kicked her in the chest. She didn't want to cry -- Hated crying -- but damn if she wasn't rapidly blinking back tears. It made no sense, worrying about looking weak in front of him at that point, but it was instinctual.
In the evening I've got to roam
Can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome
Dylan wondered why it was that they continued to do this to themselves. It was utter torture, and yet she wasn't sure she could have helped herself. In the same instant that Leoben's warm breath made her shiver, made her want more, she felt an inherant guilt for the thought. It was a constant conflict.
"Thank you," she answered, lingering against him, perhaps because she wasn't certain what else to do. Not wanting to draw away, but afraid of slipping any closer.
He hadn't really been sleeping since the concussion or relaxing, but this was. She was. Although there was the tension. She felt right and good. Dylan wasn't Six but she was a beautiful woman. A kind one. But it was easier to want her to be happy elsewhere than it was Crichton. Maybe because he didn't have to worry about mattering to her.
Leoben pressed his forehead lightly to hers and smiled. "You're welcome."
Feels too damn much like home
When the Spanish babies cry
Yorick grinned. "Kinky yes, bitch no." He hadn't actually ever considered himself kinky, but she didn't need to know that.
Impulsively he gave a light tug to her wet hair and pulled her down for a kiss. Fine, he'd take advantage of it. He'd been wondering if there was any heterosexuality left in him anyway...
That had been unexpected, to say the least.
The trouble here, of course, is that Dylan was not any other woman. She was herself, and Dylan Sanders, when kissed by an attractive man in the heat of the moment typically -- No, always -- kissed back.
Boyfriend or no boyfriend.
It was automatic, ingrained, like that kick of your leg when the doctor hits just the right spot; she could hardly help it. Gasping, Dylan pushed into the kiss, her body falling flush against Yorick's.
So let's find a bar
"First one to stumble has to be slave to other for a week. You on?"
"Fuck yeah! I am so there, Crazy Guy," Dylan exclaimed, forgetting that she wasn't supposed to call him that out loud. "Let's go. You're going down."
"Get those fingers ready because they're going to be rubbing my shoulders for a while," he said, eyes sparking from the challenge. "Crazy Guy...I'll take it, but when you're my slave, you get to call me Sirius Black, Sultan of Island Mystery."
"You weigh what, 90 pounds sopping wet?" Dylan scoffed. "You don't know what you just agreed to. Just keep on talking." She poured herself some more moonshine and watched Sirius expectantly.
So dark we forget who we are
"I'm not really real!" She declared. After a moment's pause, she giggled wildly. "Neither are you!"
John's hands immediately went to Dylan's hips to catch her, and the body underneath them felt very real, so he just gave her a curious look. "You feel real. I'm pretty sure I'm real."
"Nooo," Dylan replied, shaking her head. "I'm a movie. Charlie's not even real. He's just a- a- voice. From a box." She looked rather forlorn at the idea of that. "And you're a movie. A movie. But with pyramids and-" Her brows furrowed in thought. "Fuck, I don't remember, I only saw it once. Rodney was not impressed."
Where all the scars from the
Nevers and maybes die
Leoben sighed. "Denial won't help anything. Have you spoken to him about your feelings?"
"My feelings?" Oh, for the love of-
"I think this conversation just went about as far out of my comfort zone as it's possible to get without including veiled references to my mother," Dylan slowly replied. "But the answer is, obviously, no. I've not talked to John about my... feelings. I don't even know what my feelings are, aside from feeling he's a good lay."
Let's go out tonight uh-huh
I have to go out tonight
"Fah!" Dylan exclaimed. "Now I'm not telling you a thing. And I'll keep it all locked inside until one day I'll just explode into a million of those fucking candy hearts you get on Valentine's Day." She stuck her tongue out at him indignantly.
Leoben eyed her strangely but with a good deal of amusement. "...That sounds kind of gross there, Dylan. Maybe you shouldn't say anything."
"Oh, I'm serious. They'll have really corny pick-up lines written on them. And you will weep. Oh, yes. Weep, my friend." Dylan nodded at him somberly.
You're sweet wanna hit the street?
Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in heat?
Duo appeared, but on her other side, because Michael Jackson was on and he wanted to dance. Also, he was having a stroke- of genius.
He had just come up with a line that could not be refused.
"Baby," he said grinning as cheekily as one could manage, "I know this may seem forward, but would you Beat It with me?"
If you couldn't get a girl to dance with you after customizing a line to the song that was playing, you couldn't get a girl to dance with you.
All things considered, Dylan was glad she's not been in the midst of drinking when he'd asked. She stopped, glass poised just before her mouth, and snorted entirely too loudly.
"Now how could I possibly resist a line like that? I'm positively swoony."
Just take me out tonight
Please take me out tonight
Dylan stared at Mark a long moment and then abruptly laughed. "Thank you so much, Miss Mary Fucking Sunshine."
Mark snickered and gave an exaggerated shrug. "Hey, they don't pay me to be an optimist. I'm not the worst you could find, though; House wouldn't even have had the conversation, he'd've told you you were fucked straight out the gate."
Silently, Dylan motioned to where Snape was hiding beneath his blankets, pretending to be asleep. "Look no further. Surly Goth Guy beats all."
Don't forsake me - out tonight
"I'm not sure I've ever had a female friend. I've only had a male friend recently."
"Well, I guess we're both just trying new things, huh?" Dylan replied with a faint smile, and kissed him on the cheek. "I think I'm okay with that." Somehow, the idea of having female friends that weren't Nat and Alex felt strange, anyway.
"Guess so," Leoben admitted, nuzzling her cheek after she kissed him. "And I'm more than okay with being your friend, Dylan." She was comforting and sweet even if she probably didn't think so. He could do with someone who didn't want from him besides his company.
I'll let you make me - out tonight
"No talking," Dylan panted, and quickly closed the distance between them, her mouth instantly against his, hot and wet and needful. Unable to help herself, Dylan moaned softly against John's lips, because she had so worried that she might never taste him again. Damn the island for putting them through this twice in less than a month.
Tonight - tonight - tonight!
What's the time
Well it's gotta be close to midnight
"And where are you staying, cowboy?" Dylan asked, moving to loop her arm around his in one smooth motion.
"Why, in the basement, of course," John answered, his eyes wide in mock innocence, and the slightest of smiles on his face. "There are two other people down there, but I haven't really met them."
"The basement it is," Dylan declared, her mouth curling into a coy smirk. "Lead on, Major John Sheppard."
My body's talking to me
Whoa, momma.
Now that was a kiss, and Dylan remembered instantly why she'd always loved pilots, the cocky bastards that they were. She, of course, wasn't all that different herself, and that was perhaps why she kissed back with equal enthusiasm, her lips immediately parting, arms flung around John's neck.
It says "Time for danger"
"Hi there," she replied, her smile curling up, too coy. Pushing some hair from her face, she arched one brow at him. "How are you today?" How could such mundane phrases sound erotic, he may have been asking himself. Talent, is the answer.
Leoben smiled and came very close to touching her cheek. "I'm great. You're beautiful."
Holy CRAP.
Dylan bit against her bottom lip and shivered faintly. She was practically ready to scale his body right there.
"Thank you," she answered breathlessly. When had it gotten so damned hot in there?
It says "I wanna commit a crime
"No, no, I got it!" Dylan lept to her feet throwing her arms over her head, and was quite proud that she only stumbled the once. Yes, her head was killing her, but she was a master at this, and she would do the cave thing!
Unfortunately, she had forgotten her sheet on the ground, and was quite naked.
"Uh."
In a blink, she'd whipped the blanket from the bed to cover herself, but in her zeal, it flew around to snap Snape in the face.
"Oh, shit. Sorry." She giggled sheepishly.
Wanna be the cause of a fight
Leoben wanted to strangle John with one hand. Instead he shoved back and growled low in the back of his throat. Why was the human being so difficult?
"You have to know something. She can't just disappear. You would know and you'd be trying to find her so come up with a damn answer."
"For the record, I don't answer to you," John said, and all things considered, it was a pretty good line. In the movies, good lines were always followed by right hooks, and John figured since he was in a movie, it wouldn't do to buck tradition.
His fist met Leoben's face with a satisfying sound, and he hoped the bastard had a black eye for days.
Wanna put on my tight skirt and flirt
With a stranger"
Johnny planted his surfboard in the sand and smiled at her. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this? And more importantly--why haven't we met before now?"
"Where've you been all my life, hot stuff?" Dylan quipped in reply with a mock swoon. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
Johnny grinned. "Are you tired, baby? Because you've been running through my mind all day."
"I'm new in town," Dylan said, leaning closer and catching her tongue between her teeth. "Can you give me directions to your place?"
Johnny leaned down to speak softly in her ear. "Nice boots..." he drawled, letting the rest of the infamous pick-up line go unsaid.
I've had a knack from way back
Breaking the rules once
I learned the games
"Monogamy is freaking you out?" McKay asked in a deadpan.
"Well, yeah," Dylan replied, casting McKay a look that clearly said that much should have been obvious. "I've not been monogamous since I was nineteen." And that didn't work out so well, all things considered. "But that's not the weird thing, see. The weird thing is, we're not even technically together."
"Okay," McKay said -- and part of him was horrified that he was using his IQ to break down problems usually issued by Teen Tiger Drum Beat...or whatever.
"So you like Sheppard and Sheppard likes you, and you're doing the..." He made a gesture. "But you're not together officially and you couldn't even do it with another guy. So, you subconsciously want monogamy but are scared to admit it because you, since nineteen, have not had it. You're not sure what it entails, so you can't just out and ask him because that might trap you."
Oh, how he longed for a wraith attack to defend.
After a long moment's worth of consideration, Dylan replied, "You've been watching Oprah, haven't you?"
"Imply that and I really will have to create a chemical compound that slowly kills your sex drive," he warned. "Forever."
Get up life's too quick
I know someplace sick
Where this chick'll dance in the flames
Dylan had never encountered the dinosaurs on the island, so she didn't have much to compare the sound to, unless you counted watching Jurassic Park and Land of the Lost. The wind had suddenly picked up, and she stopped beside Ollie, her hair whipping around her face. The solid echo of crashing underbrush was accompanied by what could only be described as a vaguely musical roar, and without quite knowing how, a distant memory filtered through her mind, of standing before Mrs. Logan's 5th grade class reciting a poem she had chosen simply because it sounded scary.
"It's a burble," was her breathy reply to Holden. Quite before she realized what she was doing, she was speaking again, her face gone pale. "'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe."
Oh, god. They were so fucked.
We don't need any money
I always get in for free
You can get in too if you get in with me
John had just called her his girlfriend. Where he thought she could hear. His girlfriend.
Dylan actually gaped at him for a fleeting moment before she got herself together again and managed a smirk in John's direction. "So, you'd rather your girlfriend kissed you, that what you're saying?"
On impulse, she reached to give herself a quick wink and a swift smack on the bare ass. Hmm. She really did have a nice ass. Never got to get a good look at it before then.
John just gaped at Yorick-Not-Dylan for a moment, then did the same to John Fucking McClane, because he just smacked her ass.
"Of course I'd rather she kissed me, but that's not her! Well, it is, but not." He turned to Yorick just as a thought finally occured to him. "Where the hell is Dylan?" Blame the slow thought process on Bruce Willis.
The smile that curled across her lips would have looked absolutely wicked regardless of whose face it was on. It was, in actuality, more than a little scary on Bruce Willis.
Without further warning, she closed the distance between herself and John and pulled him forward by the back of the neck so that she could land a kiss to his confused, pouty, widdle mouf. It felt just a little different, but still familiar, and really, she never got tired of kissing him, even when she felt fairly certain he was going to punch her after.
Let's go out tonight
I have to go out tonight
Things had been going so well, too. Leave it to this fucked-up place to screw it all up. The Island giveth, and the Island taketh away.
"This is our first fight," she quietly pointed out, shoulders slumping. She pinched at the bridge of her nose as her eyes fell closed. For a long moment Dylan stayed that way, not speaking.
"FUCK!!!" she suddenly howled, and abruptly jerked the Beretta back out, gunfire echoing as she shot the parrot. "WHO WANTS A CRACKER NOW, BITCH?!"
You wanna play? Let's run away
We won't be back
Before it's New Year's Day
Dylan flipped over to rest on her back beside Billy, staring up at the evening sky. "You know what we need here? Bongoes."
"Bongoes would be cool," Billy nodded. He bent his legs up and started to tap a beat on his thighs, making a rhythmic *whap* sound. It sounded a like 'Hooked On a Feeling', another song the jukebox seemed fond of spitting out at him.
"I bet we could make some," Dylan declared, her mind already turning over the idea and breaking it down. "We need bongoes," she repeated. "I'd like to see you learn Stairway to Heaven on those." She chuckled.
Take me out tonight! Meow!
Dylan wasn't sure what it was about jumping off of things that seemed to suddenly intrigue her so, but she was doing again. After a running start, she'd cast herself over the edge of the low cliff with a grin and cry of excitement. She landed feet-first in the pool a moment later with a splash.
Aiden peered out and sighed. He blinked when he heard a woman who seemed to having a fine time splashing around and jumping off of things. Waterfalls were nice though and if he had ended up on some gorgeous island, maybe things were lookg up.
He grinned in spite of the strangeness of the situation then wondered how he was going to get around the water though. He needed his guns or would need them. "Uh. Hello?"
Having pulled herself from the pool, Dylan had been on her way to have another go when she heard the voice and paused. "Hello!" she called in reply, as if it were a perfectly normal exchange to be having.
After slicking her hair back from her face, she stepped around the edge of the fall and peeked behind it. She was grinning and soaking wet from head to toe. Her t-shirt left little to the imagination, so it was a very good thing she'd worn her bra. "Too loud?" she asked, her brows arching.
When I get a wink from the doorman
Do you know how lucky you'll be?
That you're on line with the feline of Avenue B
Dylan didn't give a word of warning, but rather just sort-of flung herself at Rodney's neck, which made for an interesting if awkward position, since he'd been sitting at the time. She didn't let go. He wasn't going to get away! Not when she had hugs to get in, oh no!
McKay recoiled slightly at the hug. "What the hell are you doing!" he reacted rather shrilly. "Oh god, are you...what the hell!"
"Oh, shut up, Rodney!" Dylan chortled, her arms still snugly around him. "I am trying to thank you."
Let's go out tonight
I have to go out tonight
"Or what?" Three countered, her voice low and dangerous. "What do you think you could possibly do to me?"
Like her brothers and sisters she had been trained in combat, and her body was tensed and ready.
What could she do to her?
When Dylan's fist struck the other woman's jaw, the only word for it was satisfaction. She had done a lot of fighting in her time, had hit a fair few people (and even some nonpeople), but there was nothing like clocking someone for being an asshole. Xena? Definitely an asshole.
You wanna prowl
Be my night owl?
"What do I have to do to get you to take your shirt off again?" she casually asked, her eyes lighting.
Oh. Oh, God. "Uh." John stared, unsure of what the hell to say, though her body (being turned on without worrying about having to hide it was totally new) thought otherwise.
"Mmm, well, in that case, I'm going to go shower," Dylan replied with a flippant motion of one hand. Without further ado, she dropped the blanket, stepped over where it had fallen on the floor and traipsed nude across the room to the bathroom door where she paused.
"Oh, John," she said as she looked over her shoulder, hands braced on the door frame. "Two words: Multiple orgasms."
Without waiting for a reply, she continued into the bathroom, letting the door swing shut behind her.
Well take my hand we're gonna howl
Out tonight
"I love you, Dylan," and christ, John was amazed at how easy something he'd worked himself up over was. Three simple words, and maybe he had to re-evaluate that whole coward thing. "You don't have to worry about it being okay, because it just is. I love you."
Even after everything that had just happened, everything that had just been said, it was unexpected. Dylan stared back at John, absolutely stunned, the breath knocked from her as completely as if he'd just kicked her in the chest. She didn't want to cry -- Hated crying -- but damn if she wasn't rapidly blinking back tears. It made no sense, worrying about looking weak in front of him at that point, but it was instinctual.
In the evening I've got to roam
Can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome
Dylan wondered why it was that they continued to do this to themselves. It was utter torture, and yet she wasn't sure she could have helped herself. In the same instant that Leoben's warm breath made her shiver, made her want more, she felt an inherant guilt for the thought. It was a constant conflict.
"Thank you," she answered, lingering against him, perhaps because she wasn't certain what else to do. Not wanting to draw away, but afraid of slipping any closer.
He hadn't really been sleeping since the concussion or relaxing, but this was. She was. Although there was the tension. She felt right and good. Dylan wasn't Six but she was a beautiful woman. A kind one. But it was easier to want her to be happy elsewhere than it was Crichton. Maybe because he didn't have to worry about mattering to her.
Leoben pressed his forehead lightly to hers and smiled. "You're welcome."
Feels too damn much like home
When the Spanish babies cry
Yorick grinned. "Kinky yes, bitch no." He hadn't actually ever considered himself kinky, but she didn't need to know that.
Impulsively he gave a light tug to her wet hair and pulled her down for a kiss. Fine, he'd take advantage of it. He'd been wondering if there was any heterosexuality left in him anyway...
That had been unexpected, to say the least.
The trouble here, of course, is that Dylan was not any other woman. She was herself, and Dylan Sanders, when kissed by an attractive man in the heat of the moment typically -- No, always -- kissed back.
Boyfriend or no boyfriend.
It was automatic, ingrained, like that kick of your leg when the doctor hits just the right spot; she could hardly help it. Gasping, Dylan pushed into the kiss, her body falling flush against Yorick's.
So let's find a bar
"First one to stumble has to be slave to other for a week. You on?"
"Fuck yeah! I am so there, Crazy Guy," Dylan exclaimed, forgetting that she wasn't supposed to call him that out loud. "Let's go. You're going down."
"Get those fingers ready because they're going to be rubbing my shoulders for a while," he said, eyes sparking from the challenge. "Crazy Guy...I'll take it, but when you're my slave, you get to call me Sirius Black, Sultan of Island Mystery."
"You weigh what, 90 pounds sopping wet?" Dylan scoffed. "You don't know what you just agreed to. Just keep on talking." She poured herself some more moonshine and watched Sirius expectantly.
So dark we forget who we are
"I'm not really real!" She declared. After a moment's pause, she giggled wildly. "Neither are you!"
John's hands immediately went to Dylan's hips to catch her, and the body underneath them felt very real, so he just gave her a curious look. "You feel real. I'm pretty sure I'm real."
"Nooo," Dylan replied, shaking her head. "I'm a movie. Charlie's not even real. He's just a- a- voice. From a box." She looked rather forlorn at the idea of that. "And you're a movie. A movie. But with pyramids and-" Her brows furrowed in thought. "Fuck, I don't remember, I only saw it once. Rodney was not impressed."
Where all the scars from the
Nevers and maybes die
Leoben sighed. "Denial won't help anything. Have you spoken to him about your feelings?"
"My feelings?" Oh, for the love of-
"I think this conversation just went about as far out of my comfort zone as it's possible to get without including veiled references to my mother," Dylan slowly replied. "But the answer is, obviously, no. I've not talked to John about my... feelings. I don't even know what my feelings are, aside from feeling he's a good lay."
Let's go out tonight uh-huh
I have to go out tonight
"Fah!" Dylan exclaimed. "Now I'm not telling you a thing. And I'll keep it all locked inside until one day I'll just explode into a million of those fucking candy hearts you get on Valentine's Day." She stuck her tongue out at him indignantly.
Leoben eyed her strangely but with a good deal of amusement. "...That sounds kind of gross there, Dylan. Maybe you shouldn't say anything."
"Oh, I'm serious. They'll have really corny pick-up lines written on them. And you will weep. Oh, yes. Weep, my friend." Dylan nodded at him somberly.
You're sweet wanna hit the street?
Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in heat?
Duo appeared, but on her other side, because Michael Jackson was on and he wanted to dance. Also, he was having a stroke- of genius.
He had just come up with a line that could not be refused.
"Baby," he said grinning as cheekily as one could manage, "I know this may seem forward, but would you Beat It with me?"
If you couldn't get a girl to dance with you after customizing a line to the song that was playing, you couldn't get a girl to dance with you.
All things considered, Dylan was glad she's not been in the midst of drinking when he'd asked. She stopped, glass poised just before her mouth, and snorted entirely too loudly.
"Now how could I possibly resist a line like that? I'm positively swoony."
Just take me out tonight
Please take me out tonight
Dylan stared at Mark a long moment and then abruptly laughed. "Thank you so much, Miss Mary Fucking Sunshine."
Mark snickered and gave an exaggerated shrug. "Hey, they don't pay me to be an optimist. I'm not the worst you could find, though; House wouldn't even have had the conversation, he'd've told you you were fucked straight out the gate."
Silently, Dylan motioned to where Snape was hiding beneath his blankets, pretending to be asleep. "Look no further. Surly Goth Guy beats all."
Don't forsake me - out tonight
"I'm not sure I've ever had a female friend. I've only had a male friend recently."
"Well, I guess we're both just trying new things, huh?" Dylan replied with a faint smile, and kissed him on the cheek. "I think I'm okay with that." Somehow, the idea of having female friends that weren't Nat and Alex felt strange, anyway.
"Guess so," Leoben admitted, nuzzling her cheek after she kissed him. "And I'm more than okay with being your friend, Dylan." She was comforting and sweet even if she probably didn't think so. He could do with someone who didn't want from him besides his company.
I'll let you make me - out tonight
"No talking," Dylan panted, and quickly closed the distance between them, her mouth instantly against his, hot and wet and needful. Unable to help herself, Dylan moaned softly against John's lips, because she had so worried that she might never taste him again. Damn the island for putting them through this twice in less than a month.
Tonight - tonight - tonight!