9.... And I'm LOLing to myself over this idea... XDneed_some_ropeApril 27 2012, 13:46:23 UTC
It was funny really, how guys so often matched their stereotypes and fell asleep after fucking. Connor had cuddled for a while, this Mikael guy he'd hooked up with seemed to like that, but he wasn't sleepy and instead went to explore the house, get a drink.
He hoped that Murphy wasn't fretting too much for him back at the motel. He hadn't intended to be gone all night, but Connor had a feeling the Swedish guy would be butthurt if he woke up alone in the morning, and as they were stuck out here in the middle of fucking no where for a while longer he might be a useful friend to have.
Hahe! Love it!! w4sp_n_drag0nApril 27 2012, 13:54:00 UTC
Lisbeth has spent the last couple of nights away, back to Lundagatan for a quick visit to Plague's to gather equipment. She lets herself in, starved after not having eaten since noon.
Water boils for instant noodles as she misses her microwave, laptop set on the kitchen table as she catches up on everything Mikael has been working on.
Connor loves me for a change. I guess he likes Blomkvist XDneed_some_ropeApril 27 2012, 14:10:59 UTC
Hand dragging sleepily through his hair, Connor stumbles into the kitchen. The first thing that he's aware of is that the small space is damp and warm, the condensation from the boiling water hanging around with outside being so cold. Then he notices the person at the table.
Dont blame him! Clearly, the power of Mikael's peen knows no limitsw4sp_n_drag0nApril 27 2012, 14:18:09 UTC
She's expecting Mikael to be the one greeting her, so a lazy 'hey' comes out of her mouth before she even takes her eyes away from the screen or realises that the voice she just heard is not a familiar one.
Staring at Connor as if he was an alien, it takes a moment before she speaks again. "Hi."
Connor says its an impressive one XDneed_some_ropeApril 27 2012, 14:33:16 UTC
"Sorry, I didn't meant to barge in..." He hopes that she can follow his English, he can speak enough Swedish but he's shagged out and doesn't want to think too hard.
"I was just..." He waves his hand towards Mikael's bedroom, hoping he's not just outing the guy. "I'm Connor."
Lisbeth can back up that argumentw4sp_n_drag0nApril 27 2012, 14:39:46 UTC
She's studied some basic English, but TV and the internet had later on done a better job. And even though she doesn't know what 'barge' means, she gets the context of what the man is saying.
"Lisbeth." She says dryly, her accent as thick as his. That's as far as Lisbeth's courtesy goes; picking her can of Coke she takes a sip as she studies this man.
He's not any of Mikael's past lovers. But she's not surprised to see a man neither. Blomkvist's sexuality is something she studied along as every other subject in his life, back when she made her report.
LOL XD They can swap notes XDneed_some_ropeApril 27 2012, 15:07:34 UTC
Right.
Well, it's late, and Connor's good natured enough to know that not everyone is talkative. He lingers a moment in the doorway before he enters and fetches himself a glass of water. He doesn't want to interrupt, but he's not going to hide in the corner or retreat back to the bedroom yet.
Awkward timez for the win~w4sp_n_drag0nApril 27 2012, 15:12:37 UTC
"No." She replies quickly as she pushes her chair back, away from the table. Taking her own pack of smokes off the spot where it was resting on the table, she pulls a cigarette out and uses the burner she's boiling water with to spark it up.
Connor had already fished his own cigarettes and lighter out from his coat in the bedroom. He'd intended to go outside, but this was much better. Sitting down, at the table he watches the woman spark up and smiles at the way it reminds him of his twin.
Her question makes his stomach turn over hungrily. He's ravenous after working up an appetite with Mikael. He lights up and takes a drag before answering though, playing down the eagerness to eat.
Glancing sideways at Connor, Lisbeth enjoys her smoke, considering what to offer the other man. She's not a host, not here or even back at her own home. But she knows what it feels to wake up somewhere unknown, sexually satisfied but dying for a bite.
There's nothing to eat in this shithole and she knows she'll regret it later, but she fetches another packet of noodles from her bag, and starts setting two plates.
His eyes slide side ways to the laptop who's screen he'd been discretely ignoring. If this was someone more relaxed he'd have been all over it and teasing, but he truly doesn't want her to feel uncomfortable.
"No?" One eyebrow goes up. "That's a kicker fer these women's lib groups, gettin' yeh outta the kitchen an' shite."
His accent and slang are still confusing, but she gets the jab at the women and their kitchens joke. She gives a more obvious look at her computer, before adding. "Don't touch my shit."
It doesn't take long before Lisbeth is arranging the plates with the already cooked noodles. "There's drinks in the fridge." She murmurs, thinking of the Coke she brought herself, Mikael's mineral water and the milk he's bought for the cat.
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He hoped that Murphy wasn't fretting too much for him back at the motel. He hadn't intended to be gone all night, but Connor had a feeling the Swedish guy would be butthurt if he woke up alone in the morning, and as they were stuck out here in the middle of fucking no where for a while longer he might be a useful friend to have.
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Water boils for instant noodles as she misses her microwave, laptop set on the kitchen table as she catches up on everything Mikael has been working on.
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"Uh.. Hi... Hej..."
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Staring at Connor as if he was an alien, it takes a moment before she speaks again. "Hi."
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"I was just..." He waves his hand towards Mikael's bedroom, hoping he's not just outing the guy. "I'm Connor."
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"Lisbeth." She says dryly, her accent as thick as his. That's as far as Lisbeth's courtesy goes; picking her can of Coke she takes a sip as she studies this man.
He's not any of Mikael's past lovers. But she's not surprised to see a man neither. Blomkvist's sexuality is something she studied along as every other subject in his life, back when she made her report.
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Well, it's late, and Connor's good natured enough to know that not everyone is talkative. He lingers a moment in the doorway before he enters and fetches himself a glass of water. He doesn't want to interrupt, but he's not going to hide in the corner or retreat back to the bedroom yet.
"Do yeh mind if I smoke in here?"
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"Are you hungry?"
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Her question makes his stomach turn over hungrily. He's ravenous after working up an appetite with Mikael. He lights up and takes a drag before answering though, playing down the eagerness to eat.
"Aye, a bit."
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There's nothing to eat in this shithole and she knows she'll regret it later, but she fetches another packet of noodles from her bag, and starts setting two plates.
At least she boiled enough water.
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"Is there anything I can do ta help?"
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"Don't touch anything."
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"No?" One eyebrow goes up. "That's a kicker fer these women's lib groups, gettin' yeh outta the kitchen an' shite."
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It doesn't take long before Lisbeth is arranging the plates with the already cooked noodles. "There's drinks in the fridge." She murmurs, thinking of the Coke she brought herself, Mikael's mineral water and the milk he's bought for the cat.
She wonders if the milk is still good.
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