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Heading home from the art festival, James instructs the cab driver to swing by the market near the boardwalk. When he does remember to shop, he prefers to shop here because they had good produce and they sold seafood fresh from the coastal waters surrounding town. There was no better place to find seafood. He quickly finds everything he needs and goes home.

Soon after leaving moira earlier, he had realized that the only thing he truly knew how to cook, that was reasonably appropriate, was lobster. His mother taught him once, when she was throwing some beach shindig for a few family friends, and she had insisted on preparing the food herself. Something nearly unheard of considering their kitchen staff. But, his mother had said her mother and grandmother had passed the recipe onto her. James remembers being fascinated by the tradition, and he makes the dish more than once a year when he found a reason. Sometimes just to remember....

As he looks around, he once again thinks maybe it's too much food. His kitchen is full of pots and pans, his stove clarifying butter, the oven heating a crusty loaf of bread. He places the salad he finishes into the fridge, knowing there's nothing he can do now. He just kicks himself, not knowing what the fuck he's doing lately. Cooking dinner for Moira, excited by the idea of her company for the evening. How was he going to explain this if anyone found out?

He can't do anything about it now. Might as well accept that he's put himself in this position. He manages to make it up the stairs reasonably easy. He showers quickly, needing the hot summer day and the cab ride rinsed away from him. He changes into a pair of jeans and a navy henley. He puts on his walking boot again but just sticks a sock on his other foot. It is seven o'clock when he gets back downstairs. He finishes the last of the food until his guest arrives.

Date: 2014-06-09 01:50 am (UTC)
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Moira spends most of the day at the festival, catching up with her cousins and taking in the various art on display. It's a comfortable, fairly uneventful afternoon, and she relishes in the lack of chaos even as she strangely misses James. She finds herself often thinking about what snarky comment the man might make at various paintings, what he would think of certain sculptures, etc.

She heads home around four, to give herself plenty of time to clean up and prepare herself. She soaks in the bath for at least an hour, using all of her favorite bath salts, particularly lavender and rose geranium. She emerges from the water smelling like an essential oil blend, quickly changing into a lilac summer dress, a recent splurge for herself. She keeps her hair loose, and accents the look only with a simple seashell necklace.

She takes pleasure in the routine; a familiar pattern from whenever she met up with new dates. She passes the rest of the time adjusting her make-up, until she finds a pattern that she likes. She grabs another bottle of wine, one of her favorites, and makes her way over to James' place.

At seven, almost precisely, she knocks on his door.

Date: 2014-06-09 11:43 am (UTC)
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Moira doesn't know if she chose this dress purely for James' potential reaction or if she just loves the dress, but when she arrives at James' place, she gets the benefit of both. She manages to keep her smile from turning into a full-on smirk, but she retains a playful edge to it, nonetheless. He looks rather good, himself, in his henley and jeans. It suits his eyes and hair, and Moira finds her grin growing more appreciative the more she takes in his outfit.

"Hello," she greets, walking inside when he motions for her to, taking pleasure from his casual smile. "You've cooked? I didn't know you cooked," she teases.

"It sounds wonderful," she adds, a second later.

Date: 2014-06-09 12:46 pm (UTC)
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Even in a dress, which she doesn't feel is overly fancy, Moira thinks little of the whole 'dress fancy for dates' type of rules, a perspective she gleaned from past experiences wherein she found she enjoyed herself more the less she worried about her personal appearance. Yet, coming over to James, she felt like she ought to dress up a little more than usual, if only to alert him to the fact that her interest felt more than 'friendly' now. She admitted to herself as she was preparing to come over; she found James attractive and she wanted to see what would come of it.

As she walks into the kitchen with him, she notices the scent of the cooking lobster right away and her stomach growls; she can't recall the last time she'd had lobster, only that it has been too long.

"Hey, don't sell yourself short," she says, taking in the aromas and the plates set out for them. "Lobster is a hell of a dish, and it looks great."

It's oddly domestic, him cooking the meal they are about to eat, and Moira finds herself looking forward to it all the more because of that fact.

She slides into the stool beside him and makes sure to tuck her own napkin in.

"Thanks for having me over and thanks for cooking," she tells him with a smile.

Date: 2014-06-09 02:45 pm (UTC)
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"Unless this seat is taken," she grins, really enjoying James' flustered reactions to the littlest things. Truth be told, James makes her nervous in his own way, though Moira tends to show it with the constant fixing of her hair and the way she feels the need to smooth down her dress every two minutes. She's already feeling giddy, being this close to him, and it's strange, but she enjoys it. "It doesn't look like nothing to me," she says before taking a bite of the delicious salad.

"Hell yes," Moira says with enthusiasm, breaking her own lobster shell. "Who the hell eats lobsters with forks?"

Date: 2014-06-09 04:18 pm (UTC)
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Moira has never been a clean eater, so to speak, which always came in handy whenever she felt the need to irritate the living hell out of her mother and other members of her family, as well as the prissy girls she went to school with. Moira takes pleasure in finger foods, foods so messy that you really have to wash up after eating. So she takes no shame from James' words.

"Only when I hit you with juice in the eye," she grins right back, reveling in the sweetness of the lobster meat and eating next to him. "And hey, you're not any cleaner, dude," she points out as he wipes his face with the napkin.

"It was really nice," she says, thinking of Alodia and her sculptures. "You would have appreciated some of the booths. It's not the same without your snarky commentary."

Date: 2014-06-09 06:15 pm (UTC)
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"Yes, well, there's only so much of the refined lady left in me," she shrugs with a grin. "Ten years away from home and I've turned positively...crazy cottage lady, I suppose is the term for it." Moira remembers the etiquette and the manners; they're all but embedded in her since birth. She much prefers her more recent style of living, only having her own comfort to worry about and not needing to concern herself with the opinions of others. And she feels comfortable enough around James to show him that part of herself.

"Does she call you Oscar the Grouch? Because I might have to start calling you that," she laughs while taking a drink, deciding that she likes June the more she hears of her. It's nice that James has people in his life to keep him on his toes besides herself.

Date: 2014-06-09 07:21 pm (UTC)
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It's hard to explain her situation to people, especially to those who don't understand the dynamics of her family the way she does. She loves her siblings dearly, even if they aren't as close as they once were; she positively loathes her mother. In reconciling the two, Moira left home in the wake of her father's death. It doesn't feel like ten years, but then, time always has a funny way of working like that.

"Excellent, I have potential blackmail info now," she teases as she finishes up her meal.

Date: 2014-06-09 08:12 pm (UTC)
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"Just in case," she drawls with a glint in her eyes as she finishes cleaning herself off from the meal. God, she can't remember the last time she had lobster, let alone fantastic lobster such as this. She's thoroughly impressed by James' ability to cook and is about to offer to clean up after such an amazing meal when he grabs the wine and some glasses. She decides that cleaning can wait.

She follows him out into his backyard, where woods and an almost feral-looking garden await her. She can't help but admire the view, as he said she would; it's a quietly magnificent piece of nature, and it suits James perfectly, she realizes. She grins as she takes in the sight.

"This is beautiful," she tells him, watching the sun hang low in the sky over lantern lights and a stone patio. "You're right; I do enjoy the view."

Date: 2014-06-09 09:19 pm (UTC)
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Moira turns when he places down her glass of wine, picking it up and slowly sipping from it, savoring the taste of it in the evening light as she sweeps her gaze across the garden.

She turns and takes the patio chair next to James', lounging in it as she keeps sipping from her drink. He looks at peace like this, she muses, watching James relax. The lighting further emphasizes the youthfulness to his smile, and Moira thinks he looks absolutely lovely.

"Honestly," she tells him over her glass, "I don't think you need to do anything to it; it's perfect the way it is."

Date: 2014-06-09 11:17 pm (UTC)
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Moira leans back in her chair as she finishes her glass, letting her legs, long and bare, dangle in the slight breeze that causes her skirt to flutter about her. She grins, full of wine, good food, and excellent company in James in the chair by her side. The melody of the night coming alive around them makes Moira feel as content as she feels when she slips into the ocean water.

James was once something of a nemesis, and now, Moira finds there is no one she'd rather be with right now; the thought flickers throughout her mind the way the blades of overgrown patches of grass shiver in the breeze. She stretches a bit so that part of her dress slips down, revealing more of her cleavage. She's relaxed enough that she thinks she might not be doing it deliberately; but the small smile tugging her lips suggests otherwise.

"You're so thoughtful," she says, the grin still on her face. "Aw, the precious baby sister. She just bats an eyelash and you're there, right?"

Date: 2014-06-10 01:05 am (UTC)
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"I've been looking for someone to take under my wings, as a matter of fact," she says slyly, noting the way he quickly averts his gaze from her dress as the breezes exposes more of her skin, which only makes her smile more. She wants to see more of him blushing, wants to know how much she can get away with in pressing his buttons, so to speak. She moves her legs so more of their skin is exposed as she picks herself up.

"I'm getting more wine, do you want any?" She asks, walking over to his chair to reach for the bottle. She missteps, however, and accidentally trips, winding up in his lap, almost straddling him. She looks down at him a moment, eyeing the way his shirt hugs his chest. Fuck it, she thinks, she's already come this far. She leans down and presses her lips to his.

Date: 2014-06-10 09:52 am (UTC)
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Moira finds it especially amusing how James apologizes to her as she lands in his lap, right before she kisses him. She never realized how easily flustered he becomes; she wishes she knew that fact sooner. He remains flustered throughout the kiss, his eyes widened as he takes everything in. It's oddly endearing, in its own way.

She's still grinning when they pull apart, his hand on her shoulder and her hands moving to his chest. Her eyes are alight with mischief, desire, and something else she doesn't want to consider right now.

"That? That was me kissing you," she informs him, giving him a brief, playful poke in the chest before leaning down again to whisper in his ear. "And just so you know, I'm going to do it again."

This time her kiss is slightly firmer, more insistent. So he knows she means it.

Date: 2014-06-10 11:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] chasingtwisters
She can feel James thinking too hard even as they kiss, so Moira works on remedying that. Yes, this is quite the scandal, should anyone catch wind of them in this rather compromising position, but damn if that doesn't make this more fun. There's more to this than thrills, however; Moira's aware of it, creeping up in the back of her mind. But she chooses to ignore it for now, knowing she can dwell more deeply on her feelings later.

She can't remember the last time she wanted someone this much; as they kiss, Moira feels the ache of how long it's been since the last person she was with, and it only spurs her actions on further.

When he opens his mouth to her, Moira starts kissing him harder, enough to leave him breathless as she situates herself more firmly on his lap, actually straddling him this time. She runs one hand through his hair while she lets the other trail down his clothed chest, wanting to cause him shivers.

Date: 2014-06-10 07:02 pm (UTC)
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When he starts kissing with more urgency, Moira breaks away to start kissing and sucking down his face and neck, one hand still stroking through his hair and the other moving to slip under his shirt. She groans as his hands skim across the skin of her legs, leaning in closer and encouraging him to touch more of her.

She never considered the possibility of doing this with James before tonight. Now that they've started, she can't stop, urged on by the mutual need exchanged with every brush of skin against skin and kiss. She presses down with her hand beneath his shirt firmer, starting to rub circles in his flesh that causes shivers she can feel in her toes.

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Date: 2014-06-11 12:32 pm (UTC)
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Perhaps them getting kidnapped together fused something within them both that now erupts in flame as they kiss, grab, and suck at each other, breathing ragged and movements quaking with speed and desire. Moira hears him call out 'wait,' but chooses to ignore it for the time being as she sucks a hickey onto the side of his neck, only partially so he has to explain himself at work.

She groans when he tightens his grip on her thighs, moving so that they're pressed even closer together than before. She pulls back and laughs a bit as he tries tugging her underwear off, moving one hand to shove his out of the way as she manages to get them off without even batting a lash. She then makes work at his pants, shoving the button open and pulling the zipper down harshly. She pauses to move his shirt up, almost off, and to lean in and kiss him, hard.

She finally pulls back when he says 'wait' again.

"Yes?" She murmurs against his mouth, panting heavily.

Re: NSFW

Date: 2014-06-15 01:05 am (UTC)
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Moira feels like she's forgetting something, some crucial step before they take this any further. When James initially asks her to wait, she gets the sense that he, too, recalls some of the finer details involved with this sort of thing. But then, he's looking up at her like a starving man gasping for water, beautiful eyes blown wide and fluttering with each heave of his chest. And the way he focuses those eyes on her, like she's the only girl in the world. Fuck, how is she supposed to concentrate on anything else besides him looking at her like that?

"Good," she replies as he reaches for her and ensnares her in another kiss, his hands in her hair as she moves down closer towards him.

She pulls back only to look him directly in the eyes as she positions herself over him, teasing him a bit by slowly decreasing the distance between them. There's something entirely intoxicating about him beneath her like this, face flushed as they make their way closer and closer to the edge.

She crashes their lips together only when she moves down on top of him, crushing their hips together as she sets a fast, desperate pace.

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Date: 2014-06-16 02:57 am (UTC)
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Moira can't keep herself from looking at James as she moves against him, unable to contain the snap of her hips or the way she almost loses control just by meeting his gaze, blurred by both desire and something deeper she really doesn't want to consider just now. The fact that they're both not fully undressed only adds to the urgency, the sheer, brisk pace of it all as they come together and part in movements as sharp as a rough tide.

He pulls her to him in a kiss, an intense, desperate meeting of lips that feels as wonderful as the way the rest of their bodies connect, sparks flying between them like lightning.

Her head falls into a bow as she feels him come undone beneath, spurring on her own release as she leans in to gasp in time with it against his ear. Shit, but she can't remember the last time doing that felt so goddamn good. It's as though they've spiraled together into outer space, disconnected with the ground and reality both.

"Fuck," she mutters, moving off of him as she tries to wrap her head around the fact that they just fucked. A Coombs and a Thornton, like something out of a fucked up fairy tale.

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