Closed: A (not so) usual thing

[oohlalaorla]

Everything was weird. Orla still wasn't used to this, this weird feeling she had around the full moon. She'd noticed it last month, the burst of energy that followed her around. It was completely directionless, a low thrum going through her and making her completely unable to focus on anything. She'd finally begged off early at the gallery and was

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[finnagoon]

It was going to take more than just a couple of months for him to come to terms with this whole thing, the idea of transforming every month something that kept him up at night. He just kept thinking about the pain, the confusion, the stiffness of his limbs for days following.

He didn't want to have to live through it again and yet he knew that he had to. Over and over again for the rest of his life.

Yet, it didn't seem so bad right now. There was only one day left until the full moon and he was bursting with energy, not as nervous as the previous month, but he just couldn't sit still. He kept pacing back into the storage room just to come back into the door.

Then, like magic, he came back to find Orla.

"Maybe when you stop being so distracting-" he told him, unable to keep the grin from pulling at his lips.

"Honestly, woman, how am I supposed to concentrate? You know what dresses do to me."

[oohlalaorla]

"You act like that's not half the reason I wear them," she pointed out. Orla shoved herself up to lean forward and rest her hands on her knees.

She couldn't help the slow, bright smile that stretched across her face. Seamus always had that effect on her, even when she hid it with teasing. Teasing hid so much with them, like all the worry she was carrying around, knowing that the tiny changes in mood and the occasional ache around her scars that she had now would never be anything compared to what he now had to deal with. "What do I have that's more fun than driving you completely mental as often as possible?"

[finnagoon]

"You know I have very little self control and this is my place of business. It's just cruel-" he groaned, trying to act put out by the whole thing.

But it was a Tuesday night and the shop had been empty for about an hour now. It was a slow night.

It was true though, what he meant about self control. At least when it came to Orla and that was something he was realizing he couldn't deny much longer.

"It's only fair for me to flaunt around your work the same way. After all, my abs are like a work of art-"

[oohlalaorla]

"Oh, do you mean that? Would you?" Her grin went wicked, hazel eyes sparkling. She tossed her bright hair over her shoulder as she tilted her head, giving him an assessing look.

Her eyes raked over him as she held out a hand, crooking her finger toward him in something that could be an invitation but was always more of an order from her.

"We might have to start a performance art thing, though. Since you can't just have your abs out like that and not expect me to want to lick them." It was only half-teasing. Orla had a hard time keeping distance from and her hands off Seamus on a regular day when they were both fully dressed and sober. Anything other than that was tempting fate, regardless of venue.