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[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. ]

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*and known for only less than a month, derp

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