amuseing | shenanigans

[It had turned out that letting Zanna shove her into a skirt, drop her out of a cab and usher her into a café hadn't been such a bad idea after all. The long lunch date had lead to a dinner date later that week and then a clubbing date which ended in drunk sloppy makeouts but little more because Deeba had decided to bring Zann along and that would be super awkward, right? Despite the fact that Zanna had actually been drunk enough to suggest a threesome.

Despite that little disaster, Deeba had left her number with Eìrikur and told him to call if he was ever in London again. She hadn't expected much, of course, considering he was there on a temporary basis--vacation with his brother, wasn't it?--and might not ever be there again. Zanna was supremely disappointed when she didn't make a move to sink her claws into him while she still could, but Deeba knew better than to start something like a long-distance relationship with someone she'd known a week, never mind how much she liked him.

She had, however, kept in touch. And it wasn't long before there was a ring on her mobile and then a ring at her flat, and then, of course, one thing had led to another.

Now she's curled up in her queen with him, which is a little close quarters for two, but that's all right since she's definitely a snuggler. By which I mean Deeba will be half on top of him, propped up on his chest and asleep with her head on her arms.

Not the sexiest snuggler in the world, but a snuggler all the same, yes?]

Edited 2012-02-05 16:49 (UTC)

[ It's always funny, not to mention amusing, every time one thing led to another. Especially since things like this normally doesn't happen to him. He's simply not the type of guy who ended up in drunk sloppy makeouts on the third date, and sex on the fourth date (if you could call it a date, that is, since he practically just dropped by in her flat and then things happen), not to mention an almost-threesome (thank god he still has some common sense left to stop before it's too late). To be fair, something like this happened before, once, but only because that girl was just...pushy. It ended up disastrously because she turns out to be a gold-digger. Since then, Eiríkur has become a lot more cautious and ever elusive - showed up on dates and do his part, but no excessive physical affection (he generally felt awkward with them anyway). No excessive feelings, either. Just one casual fling after the other.

But at the risk of sounding like a bad fanfiction, Deeba shattered all of those almost casually - first taking down his guards, then worm her way into his heart. Of course he doesn't believe in such thing as "knowing that you'd found the right person". Love, for him, is a slow, long, and arduous process, and obviously, someone he accidentally dated during a vacation and less than a month (okay, only a week shy from a month, but still) is definitely out of the question.

Still, he found himself being enticed into her bed (all after he hopped on a plane to London recklessly, for the sake of meeting her), barely put up any resistance, woke up there in the morning, and couldn't determine whether she's being serious with all of this or not. And instead of actually doing something about it, he wrapped his other arm around her, gently pushing her down so she's beside him instead of half on top of him, and then proceeded to snuggle closer. He closed his eyes once more and buried his face in her neck, drawing in her scent sharply and savouring it.

Yeah, he doesn't regret this at all. ]

[Shattering is a good word to use, and so is casually. She is bold and straightforward and outgoing and pushy and nonsense-intolerant and pretty damn fearless, and Deeba has no patience for caution or stereotypical milestones or boundaries. What else was she to do with a man she wanted--whom she knew wanted her too--and yet who spurned physical affection, which she adored, and had an unmistakable jadedness that made him take things slow despite possibly not really wanting to?

She's had her heart broken, too, y'know. Thing is, it's already sewn right there on her sleeve and she can't really take it off now.

Deeba flings an arm across him and murmurs something unintelligible into his neck, though whether or not she's still asleep is up for debate.

Still not a very sexy snuggler. Still not caring. Fun times.]

[ Unlike her, he's cautious and evasive as hell, playing his cards wisely, had every move outlined like a true strategist. And of course, he never give any girl (or heck, anyone, really) the chance to even glimpse at his true feelings. It's all a game, and he's playing it gracefully. This air of remoteness probably contributes to her attraction towards him, and on the contrary, her brash nature lured him in.

Just as planned for her, but not for him.

She had pretty much caught him now, not only physically, but also emotionally. Which translates as not good, and a part of him desperately trying to devise an escape route. But the rest of him whispered stay, and he obeyed, letting her hold him in return and stayed there in her now-messy bed, very much naked and awake.

This is, of course, risky business, and he was gambling with his heart again (normally he'd bury it somewhere so it would not interfere with his casual flings), but at the moment, he could have cared less. He could have cared less about Deeba being a not very sexy snuggler, too.

In fact, Eiríkur kissed her neck tenderly, can't help but chuckled a little at her mumbling. The sensation of a thundering heart along with the feeling of skin against skin is something he haven't felt in a long time. ]

[And then she's re-situating herself so that it's her forehead and not her whole damn face buried against his skin and starts tracing whorls and shapes on his chest.]

Mornin'.

[Just as planned? Sort of, but not really. The only plans Deeba really makes are to be herself, and everything just kind of falls into or out of place at that point. Sure, she's a little overwhelming, has a habit of pulling people in both intentionally and unintentionally, and knows about walls and how to lay the dynamite. But it's not a manipulation, it's not a strategy, it's just I want to be your friend and I won't let you not let me, and that's that. Unlike Eiríkur, she's been a gambler since what she likes to call (to herself) the UnLondon Incident; she's gambled much more important things than her heart; she just has a network of support, friends and family, and she knows they're going to be there to catch her when she falls and help her bandage aching wounds.]

[ It tickles, a little, but he let her be, opted to reposition himself as well, so that his face isn't partly buried in her dark hair, and instead in her jawline, breath teasing her skin. ]

Morning. [ He replied coolly (much to his surprise), and kissed her cheek lightly. ] Did you dream of me last night? Or did you dream weird things like sentient cupboards, trying to take over the world again?

[ Planned or not, intentional or unintentional, she had managed to ensnare him. ]

Hmmm. What if I dreamt of you in a cupboard, eh? What then?

Depends on the context. [ He responded lazily, fingertips trailing against her back, teasing her forever. ] I suspect it's something dirty, though.

Yes, Eiríkur, I have dirty dreams about you in cupboards.

[ He couldn't determine whether it's a confession or whether she's just teasing him. He's swinging towards the latter, but who knows. ]

I'll be careful from now on when I'm with you and there's cupboards around, then. [ Despite the calm reply, he can't help but blush a little. Thankfully, she can't see that. ] In the same vein, you should be careful with desks.

[ Whispered in her ear seductively. Two can play the game. ]

[The eyebrows. They are rising.]

Is that an invitation? Or do we both just have an unfortunate "thing" for sturdily-constructed, polished wooden furniture?

Maybe. [ Pulls away just enough to tease her. ]

"Maybe" to what?

To both of your questions. [ Oh, she doesn't seem bugged. It sort-of annoys him, so he's just going to roll a little further. ]

Hm--hey, where do you think you're going? I'm definitely not done.

[She will just roll right on top of him, tyvm. Then he can't get away from her not-sexy snuggles of doom >:3]

[ That earns her a frown. Eiríkur doesn't like it when other people sabotaged his trolling attempts, especially without even knowing. ]

Oh, I don't know. Narnia, maybe. [ But a minute later, he's more than vaguely okay with that, and once more draped both his arms around her, smothering her with snuggles. He can definitely get used to this. ] Anywhere in particular you'd like to go today, by the way?

[ Since it's Sunday, he doesn't plan to fly back home until tomorrow morning, and all. ]

[Your name is DEEBA RESHAM. You are a twentysomething collegiate Brit with your whole life ahead of you and ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO DO WITH YOURSELF. Except for, of course, frequently visiting your favourite place, UNLONDON, which is a PARALLEL WORLD that is actually a thing that exists, where you are THE UNCHOSEN ONE, and considerably more IMPORTANT than you are in your more boring existence in LONDON. You have a fondness for UMBRELLAS and ALL OF THEIR VARIOUS INCARNATIONS, ITALIAN FOOD, UN- WORDS, ADVENTURE, LIBRARIES, PUNS, and PUBLIC PROTESTS THAT GET KIND OF ROWDY. Apparently, you also have a habit of BEING NARRATED HOMESTUCK-STYLE. Your pet milk carton, CURDLE, is currently tucked in your ~~SYLLADEX~~ PURSE, your SENTIENT REPAIRED UMBRELLA, also known as a REBRELLA, is leaning on your stool, and across from you sits EÌRÌKUR RAGNARSSON, your considerably attractive ICELANDIC ALMOST-BOYFRIEND.

With the introduction to the situation complete, your HOMESTUCKIAN NARRATION--er, I mean, Homestuckian narration--is mercifully ended.]

You going to have anything?

[Deeba's working on a beer, actually, legs crossed almost daintily but not and heels hooked on a rung of the stool she's sitting on. They're at a bar, more specifically the bar at a vaguely seedy nightclub, and Deeba has decided that tonight is a night for getting trashed and testing limits.]

Edited 2012-02-05 17:08 (UTC)

[ Your name is EÌRÌKUR RAGNARSSON, actually EVENSON, but you just love to annoy your Norwegian mother by identifying more with your father's Icelandic origins. You are TWENTY-ONE, young and reckless, an INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS major and the second heir of a pretty well-known company. Despite that, you actually wanted to be a MARINE BIOLOGIST, but since you can't, you don't really know what you wanted to do with your life. You considered your life BORING and always WANTING SOMETHING MORE. You live in OSLO, but you can practically go anywhere you wanted since THAT'S JUST HOW YOU ROLLS. You are fond of SARCASM, BAD PUNS, UNFUNNY JOKES, WEIRD UNDERSEA CREATURES, B-RATED SLASHER MOVIES (that's actually inappropriate for someone like you), EXTREME SPORTS, and ICELANDIC THINGS. You are also fond of LIBRARIES and PHILOSOPHY and WANTED TO KNOW HOW THE WORLD WORKS.

Your WALLET and MOBILE PHONE are in the safety of your POCKET, the latter being TURNED OFF conveniently to tune out your over-protective OLDER BROTHER, your quite expensive WRISTWATCH practically glued to your LEFT WRIST, and you are sitting across DEEBA RESHAM, your awesomely gorgeous BRITISH FRIENDS-WITH-BENEFIT. And you are planning to change the status SOON.

Yeah, this homestuckian narration is mercifully ended, too. ]

Yeah, I guess I'll have a beer, too. [ After some consideration, and he promptly placed the order. This bar is definitely not his kind of bar - seedy, dubious, and pretty much unknown, the very opposite of upscale, but hey, he's eager to push the boundaries of the known world. Although, he's not sure if he wanted to get completely hammered tonight. Or testing any limit.

In fact, he's planning to be her designated driver, however boring that may sound. ]

[Aww, but Eiríkur, getting hammered is the best way to tell a person's true nature! Er, something like that. Deeba is pretty sure that this is a philosophy she picked up while accordingly drunk, a habit which she in turn picked up because she has a very wide-ranging group of friends, but it's actually somewhat true.

The bar is a result of said wide-ranging group, though the adjective is probably far too kind. As a result of aforementioned ADVENTURES and PUBLIC PROTESTS THAT GET KIND OF ROWDY, she has met a lot of people and many of them are not very high-class at all. Which means that it is a good thing that she gives not a single fuck and actually usually thinks that the more urban the place--such as this club--the more interesting things are going to get.

And in truth, she's pretty much right. It's why she spent almost two weeks of freshman year running around the dorms with bright blue hair and close to a full semester with a certifiably metalhead mohawk haircut, has a stash of stolen street signs in her flat and a penpal in South Korea, and knows both the poison control number by heart and what it feels like to be maced; it's why she has a tattoo of a stylistic umbrella on one shoulder blade and a belly button ring, as Eiríkur may or may not know depending on where in the timeline this thread falls.

But enough about Deeba's escapades, most of which he may be thankful to know were part of a wild-child stage that only lasted for her first year or two of uni. She can spill those later, can't she?]

Not a lightweight, are you?

[ On the contrary, Eiríkur's life is posh, sheltered, caged; full pointless dinner parties, stuck-up snobs (which he never liked), and broken dreams. The closest things he had to an "escapade" are his books, vacations in various countries across Europe, and probably his casual flings, as well. There aren't plenty of them, since he had to maintain his so-called public image as an elusive kind of guy, but he had some considerable experience, and is good at keeping them under the radar. He spent his first two year in uni being his shy, reserved self. No notable wildness like weird hair colours, just the usual teenage mischief like drunken parties. And even then, he never gets too wild.

Obviously, this is his first time going to this kind of bar. His brother would passed out from sheer surprise if he ever finds out about this, and his father would probably ground him for the rest of the year, but he doesn't give a single damn. It's not like they're going to find out about this, anyway. Of course he had devised an alibi.

He's feeling out of place, and he probably looks the part, too. Thankfully she functioned as his blend-in item. Well, sort of anyway. ]

No, of course not. [ Which may be a lie since he never went overboard with drinking. ] What do I looked like, you?

[ Yep, he's teasing her, which is a normal occurrence. Also she can definitely told him about her various escapades later, and he'd be damned surprised when he found out that she had a tattoo and a belly button ring. In a good way, of course. ]

You definitely look like a lightweight.

[Siiiiip. Well, he may be getting a glimpse of the tattoo once the jacket comes off and she's in full little-leopard-print-dress party mode, but that's not for a couple more drinks yet.]

Don't challenge me. [ Although he's obviously still in teasing mode, it's the truth, since she had successfully poked his male ego. It's mostly due to the fact that, as stated before, he's not planning to get completely trashed, like the responsible gentleman he is. But those sacrilegious words could and would ruin everything he had planned so meticulously.

Once the beer arrived, he sipped it slowly, trying to shrug of Deeba's words. ]

Pretty sure that was a challenge, mate.

[Because now, she is positively throwing it back. Responsible gentleman go bye-bye now!]

[ The look he gave her was long and hard. It's typical of her to do something like that (in fact, he should have seen that coming), but seriously, he doesn't want to: create a scandal, make a fool out of himself, do horribly stupid things, stuff like that. If they were getting hammered in either her or his flat, he could have cared less. ]

Now I'm pretty sure you had some not-very-clean intentions in mind, you know. [ Sigh. Even though he's clearly teasing her, there's a tiny bit of seriousness mixed somewhere in there. Not an accusation, but rather an assumption. Because, the question is, why wouldn't she? He knows that she wanted him, and he'd kept her lost in lock and key for far too long now. At least according to her standards.

Strangely, he's vaguely okay with that, if his assumption was confirmed. ]

shenanigans

morning after, human!au

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*and known for only less than a month, derp

<3

<3!

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drunk shenanigans, human!au

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pff you went along with my hamsteaks. ilu. <3

lol OF COURSE it was awesome and unendingly amusing <333

xD

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