[The cabin is supposed to have a fire place. The cabin is supposed to have blankets. The cabin is supposed to have matches and maybe some clothes for all seasons. There are no matches. The fire place lacks wood. And there's a huge king sized down comforter on a soft fluffy mattress. And there is dried food.
But no clothes to change into expect for flannel pjs that swim on her and fit Aubrey well if he tries them on. But flannel pjs are better than soaking summer clothes. Watch those clothes fly, Aubrey. She is freezing.]
[She's happily pushed Aubrey out of the way in her mind as a friend. It works best that way. She'd easily get naked in front of male friends as well. Don't be so uptight, Kitten. In fact she uses one of the wet shirts to try and dry her hair.
Though, to be fair, her back is turned.]
They don't even have towels. None. Do they expect every fae can magick them?
Contrary to popular belief, only a few of us can pull things straight out of the air. The rest of us just have to improvise.
[ Still, he's relatively good at improvising -- and it gives him something else to focus on other than the curve of her spine and how smooth and perfect her skin looks. ]
I'm not saying you're holding it back! I am saying this cabin is apparently designed for them and not you, Kitten.
[She sighs, pulling the PJ top over her torso that's shuddering with the cold and goose bumped. She sighs in relief when the warm material gives her some comfort.]
[ He should really change out of these wet clothes. He knows that, of course, but he's hesitating. He's not even sure why exactly but her words do bring him back to the rather uncomfortable reality.
He clears his throat. ]
I -- uh, well. I suppose... [ He rubs the back of his neck. ]
[He's going to catch his death. She quietly twists her dark hair into a knot before passing him one of the PJs. It's one of the less ridiculous ones. Simple black stripes over red.]
You suppose? You mean you like freezing and... when has it become us? You become royal when I wasn't looking?
[She begins to slowly amble over to the bed where the inviting blanket rests.]
[She turns around to throw the pj bottoms at him, a bright grin on her lips before she dives under the covers, all but crawling under the blankets before her head pops out at the foot of the bed.
(And if he's starting to undress, she'll pull the cover over her head for a few moments.)]
This is actually kinda nice. Cold as anything but body heat should warm it up.
[ He undresses quickly and efficiently, folding up his clothes and setting them over a nearby chair to dry. Debates, briefly, whether or not to bother with the underwear and decides against it.
Everyone hates wet underwear, anyway. ]
All we need is a roaring fireplace and we'd be set.
UNREPENTANTofthefolkDecember 17 2012, 01:30:56 UTC
[ Not fast enough, clearly, or she'd miss the little wiggle he throws rather purposefully in her direction before he slides on the pyjama bottoms - cheery little frogs this time. ]
Some of the furniture is certainly ugly enough that it'd probably be considered an improvement.
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But no clothes to change into expect for flannel pjs that swim on her and fit Aubrey well if he tries them on. But flannel pjs are better than soaking summer clothes. Watch those clothes fly, Aubrey. She is freezing.]
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He huffs, runs a hand through his damp hair and does his best to avoid looking when she begins to strip down. ]
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Though, to be fair, her back is turned.]
They don't even have towels. None. Do they expect every fae can magick them?
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Contrary to popular belief, only a few of us can pull things straight out of the air. The rest of us just have to improvise.
[ Still, he's relatively good at improvising -- and it gives him something else to focus on other than the curve of her spine and how smooth and perfect her skin looks. ]
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[She sighs, pulling the PJ top over her torso that's shuddering with the cold and goose bumped. She sighs in relief when the warm material gives her some comfort.]
Are you still getting dressed, Aubrey?
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He clears his throat. ]
I -- uh, well. I suppose... [ He rubs the back of his neck. ]
Pass us a pair of bottoms, yeah?
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You suppose? You mean you like freezing and... when has it become us? You become royal when I wasn't looking?
[She begins to slowly amble over to the bed where the inviting blanket rests.]
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The polish returns to his voice. Pristine and perfect as usual. ]
Me.
Would you please pass me a pair of bottoms?
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(And if he's starting to undress, she'll pull the cover over her head for a few moments.)]
This is actually kinda nice. Cold as anything but body heat should warm it up.
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Everyone hates wet underwear, anyway. ]
All we need is a roaring fireplace and we'd be set.
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Oh.
Aubrey.
You're a muscular stork and she can see everything and-
And.
She pulls the covers over her head.]
We've matches? We could set clothes on fire. Or maybe some of the furniture?
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Some of the furniture is certainly ugly enough that it'd probably be considered an improvement.
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She's blushing under the comforter. Reminds herself that he's her teacher. Friend zone.
Why was she peeking anyway?]
Some of the chairs, then?
[Her voice muffled.]
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[ One last hip wiggle and then he's making his way over to the bed. Peels back the covers and slips in beside her. ]
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[She didn't see that last hip wiggle. But she knew there was a hip wiggle. She knew.
And she's quite a good girl for not huddling so close or so quickly by his side. Manda is quite casual.]
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