ooc ↻ appointments & messages

[herotypical]

❮ buffy, when i said you could slay vampires and have a social life, i didn't mean at the same time! ❯

catch-all appointments & messages post for herotypical @ luceti; please title and date your top tag accordingly -- think of the childrentimelines! [ written ], [ voice ] & [ action ] are all viable. the addition of funky and hip song lyrics is also welcome (and maybe a little encouraged).

ATTENTION -- looking for old threads? previous appointment posts can be found here and here.

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[all7seas]

"You've decided," he pointed out. Then: "Ladies first."

[herotypical]

"Nah. Injured first. I insist."

[all7seas]

"Most beautiful beloved women first."

[herotypical]

She cupped his cheek with her empty palm. "If I said climb in before I throw you in, would you take me seriously? 'Cause I can at least really really pretend like I mean it."

[all7seas]

"I always take you seriously, Buffy." He turned his head to give her palm a brief kiss before hoisting himself up and in.

[herotypical]

"That must have been your first mistake," she quipped. And if she also managed to sneak a pat on that fine pirate ass, it was probably because tight-rope walking the thin wire between depressing argument and steamy make-out sesh was practically an instinctive skill.

Otherwise, she soon followed. Her own climb was mostly one-handed, but soon she deposited her fistful of shells onto her vanity's surface. They clicked against the wood with quiet, skittering sounds.

"B-R-B. Gonna go grab the promised frozen peas."

[all7seas]

"Hurry." Jack was already stripping off his shirt. He wanted to look after her as much as she wanted to look after him. He wanted to forget all that about children and Third Party warriors and newlyweds and decisions for the night.

He wandered to the window and peered out as he continued undressing, looping his belt over a chair and leaning his sword with care in the corner.

[herotypical]

She'd hardly brought so many things with her to the beach, that day. Herself. Her flip-flops. The sarong and a loose wife-beater over her bathing suit. The weather had allowed it. Now, she deposited the sandals by the door and tossed the shirt into the laundry room. All else could wait.

At least the house was quiet. It wasn't too late, though...perhaps people were out. Elsewhere. And Buffy knew she ought to patrol, but she had a pirate to tend to. And she preferred to not be alone, tonight.

She grabbed a bag of mixed frozen vegetables from the freezer and wrapped it in a dishcloth. This was a dear enough step, wasn't it? Living together -- practically. Up until the house was completed and the decision-making had to start all over again. Buffy crunched the shielded back under her fingers, breaking up bits of stuck-together peas and carrots and corn.

The Slayer was still doing so when she re-entered the room.

[all7seas]

"Hallo." He hadn't got as far as his trousers, yet. "You've brought vegetables."

[herotypical]

"Mmhm, Captain Obvious. And for my next trick?" She leaned forward and patted the bed. "On your stomach, please."

Gotta go to bed! Night!

[all7seas]

"Aye, sir." With that cheeky salute out of the way, Jack sprawled on his belly on her bed -- one leg hanging off and his hat clutched tight in one hand.

night!

[herotypical]

A lazy breeze disturbed the drapes; they danced and played between the room and its shaft of dusky twilight. The wind was hardly fierce enough to bring much respite to a room that was warmer than the air outside but the pirate, at least, would soon cool down.

Or the back of his neck would. Buffy climbed onto the bed and knelt beside him, pushing long, dreaded hair aside so as to reach his skin. She didn't ice his bruise so much as she iced just above it, at first only dabbing the wrapped vegetable bag against his neck before committing it fully to its task.

"This's always been my favourite thing after a long night on the job," she explained. "Though, it kinda harkens back to my pre-Slayage days. Cheerleading practice, mostly."

[all7seas]

There was an initial twitch away from the cold pack before the pirate settled and relaxed beneath her hand.

"Mmmmm. Cheerleading. Want to see you cheerlead one day.




Don't stop."

[herotypical]

"We're kinda lacking in organized sports teams," she explained as she dabbed the veggie bag against his neck. Small, brief exposures. "Cheerleaders need something to cheer for."

[all7seas]

"Cheer for me." He puffed out a breath of air and repositioned, enjoying the anticipation and delivery of the cold touches.

[herotypical]

"You," she leaned forward and navigated her way around a wing in order to kiss the back of one shoulder, "are not a team. Not a whole team. You're not even from Pittsburgh."

[all7seas]

"But I need cheering. So much cheering. What does a cheerleader wear?"

Sadly for cheerleaders, what Jack was picturing them wearing was pretty much what they actually wear. In real life. Go figure.

[herotypical]

"A uniform. Y'know, in the team's colours. Skirts and tops -- Sunnydale and Hemery both did a kind of a sweater thing. I kept mine, too. At least...

Until Dawnie shredded it."

[all7seas]

"Would you like a new one?"

[herotypical]

"Oh, please. No. I think I'll survive without that blast from the past."

Each pass of the ice was lasting longer, now. But she still only dabbed around the bruise.

"Cheerleading's too competitive. People get mean. I'm happy sticking to my yoga pants and superheroing, thanks."

[all7seas]

"Cheerleaders are mean, then?"

Unfortunately, he would remember this nugget of information for the volleyball tournament later.

"I like your yoga pants. Your yoga pants make me think impure thoughts about you."

[herotypical]

"Cheerleaders are catty. Ruthless. And--" The thought was interrupted. "And that's a shame, 'cause I think yoga's supposed to be all about the purity."

With a playful warning, she gently tapped just between his wings. Right above where they met with skin and muscle. "Well. Purity and flexibility."

[all7seas]

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmright. Not....not thinking about it, then. If they're all....ruthlessly flexible."

[herotypical]

"Mom was so relieved when I tried to get back into it. The leading of cheers. But -- I don't know. Save the world a few times and chanting the football team to victory doesn't seem so important any more."

The makeshift ice-pack dipped lower, skipping the bruise altogether. Instead, she dabbed at his shoulders and the line of his spine. "Besides, the cheers were all kinda lame."

[all7seas]

"Tell me. Tell me a cheer."

Jack was not making any signs of relinquishing this attention.