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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.
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.
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Date: 2014-06-09 01:50 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-06-09 02:25 am (UTC)"Hey," he says. He motions for her to come inside, feeling like he's stood gawking for a second too long, but he manages a casual smile in her direction. He gathers his crutches back under his arms so he can walk the, back into the kitchen. "I've made food if you want some. I didn't know."
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Date: 2014-06-09 11:43 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2014-06-09 12:29 pm (UTC)He enters into the kitchen beside her, having laid out all the dinner once again on the island, because he thought this was just a casual thing. "I don't really," he admits. He didn't feel like calling to the house again for dinner, else someone might wonder why he needed two big meals in such a short time. "You're looking at the entirety of my culinary prowess."
He seats himself on one of the stools and unfolds one of the napkins, tucking it into his shirt. Lobster was a messier dish, and he hoped she didn't mind.
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Date: 2014-06-09 12:46 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-06-09 02:22 pm (UTC)In a way though, he appreciates her directness. He doesn't like guessing. He likes facts, honesty, evidence he can see with his own two eyes, and she is very intentional in her own interest. Which makes him comfortable. That he is receiving signals because she is purposefully giving them.
He uses his hands to break the lobster's shell. "We agree no forks," he says, smiling, as he pops the shred of lobster meat into his mouth.
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Date: 2014-06-09 02:45 pm (UTC)"Hell yes," Moira says with enthusiasm, breaking her own lobster shell. "Who the hell eats lobsters with forks?"
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Date: 2014-06-09 03:59 pm (UTC)But he continues eating his lobster, peeling away the shell to reveal the white flesh, and the food turned out perfect. He rarely cooks, so he is glad. "How was the rest of the festival?" he asks.
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Date: 2014-06-09 04:18 pm (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2014-06-09 05:39 pm (UTC)He eats, listening to her speak, wondering if she was being facetious or if she genuinely missed his presence this afternoon. He smiles anyway. "Snarky. Well okay. June just calls me a grouch. Which isn't true either."
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Date: 2014-06-09 06:15 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2014-06-09 06:40 pm (UTC)He shakes his head, chuckling in amusement. "She doesn't, but I'm sure she would if she thought it would annoy me," he admits.
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Date: 2014-06-09 07:21 pm (UTC)"Excellent, I have potential blackmail info now," she teases as she finishes up her meal.
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Date: 2014-06-09 07:53 pm (UTC)Instead, he remembers the wine she had given him on the way inside. He retrieves a pair of wine glasses from the rack overhead, holding them out to her so he can use his crutches and get the patio door open.
"You'll like the view I'm sure," he says. Behind his house was a private woods and lush untamed garden since he had never done much with it. The most he'd bothered with was redoing the covered patio with stoned tiles and stringing some lanterns for light. But it was a nice summer night, cool breeze, and he thought why not.
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Date: 2014-06-09 08:12 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2014-06-09 08:37 pm (UTC)He pours the wine into the two glasses, offering hers by placing it near where she stands. He takes his own and sips a drink from his glass, savoring the sweetly bitter taste. "I was gonna fix it up, but I never had the time," he says.
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Date: 2014-06-09 09:19 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2014-06-09 10:54 pm (UTC)But tonight with Moira, the exact person or what she represents that he's always protected the town from, he's wonders why he hasn't given this part of life more attention. He settles into his chair, relaxing as best he can, the muscles in his legs tired from hauling him around on his crutches, not yet used to the extra workout.
"I'll take your approval into consideration," he says, smirking. And he just may. "My sister may overrule you though. She likes to remodel things, in particular my house. And I'm not especially good at telling her no."
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Date: 2014-06-09 11:17 pm (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2014-06-10 12:36 am (UTC)"Unfortunately. Good kid, bit of a troublemaker." He considers this a moment, smirking. "You'd probably get along."
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Date: 2014-06-10 01:05 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2014-06-10 02:53 am (UTC)Oh. She is about to kiss him, he thinks, is kissing him. Her mouth is on his mouth, and they are kissing. For certain. Those are his hands on her face. He allows it for a second, their lips to meet, but he leans away, settling a hand on her shoulder to hold her. Closer? Away? He isn't sure. "What was that?" He asks, because maybe that was an accident.
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Date: 2014-06-10 09:52 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-06-10 11:31 am (UTC)If he doesn't do something. Except he doesn't. He couldn't really. She feels nice against him, and maybe he hasn't had someone in such a long time, that it would be almost impossible to refuse. All he does instead is move the hand he has on her shoulder to the place around her neck, pulling her closer, in order to kiss her back. His heart is beating extremely fast with adrenaline and other things, things he's never. Never. He ignores that completely. Entirely. Calms his brain with soothing notions about this being two consenting adults in a one-off deal.
He's never done that but nevertheless. That thought settles in his head better, simpler than assuming kissing Moira was based on something deeper. Instead, he deepens their kiss, opening his mouth to hers, quickening the pace of the movement as he wraps his other arm around her back.
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Date: 2014-06-10 11:59 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-06-10 03:31 pm (UTC)He thinks that's okay because her hands are all over him too, brushing through his hair and down his shirt, causing his body to shudder and the air in his lungs to escape in a rush, without thinking to stop her. His mouth gives some, pliable and easy, under the bruising pressure of her kisses, and they are going for each other then, breathlessly and frantically.
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Date: 2014-06-10 07:02 pm (UTC)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 02:09 am (UTC)Her hands press into him, rubbing his chest and stomach, and that feels even better than everything before it. He suddenly remembers what he was meaning to say earlier. "Wait--" His hands slip under her dress properly because this can't go further until her underwear is outta the way. He moves back, giving air, and attempts to tug the fabric far enough down her legs, with fast clumsy fingers, but is distracted once or twice by her mouth and hands as he does.
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Date: 2014-06-11 12:32 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-06-11 05:31 pm (UTC)"Nevermind," he says, swallowing, grabbing his hands around her face, threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer. "It doesn't matter." He kisses her again, crushing his lips into hers, tasting the inside of her mouth with his tongue for a few seconds.
He gets his hands around her hips, smoothing over bare skin with one hand, using his other to tug his pants out of the way, so they can just get on with this. His body is yearning to just feel her now, but he lets her take the lead as she's positioned over his lap. And she's seemed to relish being control. The warm air surrounds them in a cloud of sticky sweet summer air, leaving them panting, mouth to mouth, and thank god he doesn't have neighbors and no one else can hear this.
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Date: 2014-06-15 01:05 am (UTC)"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: 2014-06-15 12:08 pm (UTC)Her breath goes jagged against his lips, and he is curses out a few words, fuck and yes and god, but she never lets up her desperately fast pace until he squeezes his hands and fingernails into her skin, until he comes. His stomach actually lurching once or twice from the force of it before he's just rests his forehead on her shoulder for a few seconds because that was amazing. Brilliant maybe. He doesn't really know how to describe it, but it happened.
That just happened. Eventually she moves off him. He swallows down, his throat dry now, as he attempts to catch his breath back. His head spins with every thought under the sun. From should they do that again to what the hell happened to it was only dinner to oh god she's a witch.
"Oh my god..." James says, overwhelmed by this, by her, and he just holds his head, rubbing his hands over his face.
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Date: 2014-06-16 02:57 am (UTC)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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Date: 2014-06-16 03:52 am (UTC)Maybe the start of it was getting her out of his house, out of his general space, where he could smell and see her, because neither of these things was actually helping his thought process. After what's just happened, he needs time alone to think. Really really needs that. But he just sits there, only barely able to look at her, at the state of her dress and hair. She's a wreck. Defiled and smeared and just wrecked. He's not smiling. He's not laughing. This isn't funny. Except it is. They had just blown each other's damn minds. He just manages to bite back the smile threatening to take shape.
Despite any props for the A+ sex, he was still stuck on the bigger question. What the fuck happens now? He shakes his head grabbing his crutches from the ground. "On that note, I think..." He stands back up, all the blood rushing back to his body. He was going to be a disaster tomorrow. He could already tell. "We can call it night."