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]

"And I like having someone around who can actually heal you. 'Stead of me, who....tried."

And failed. Jack reached up to touch her cheek.

"Bugger. More beautiful. You've gotten more lovely. How?"

[herotypical]

She opened her mouth to tell him that she kinda loved that he tried but there he went, spouting compliments again.

Buffy wrinkled her nose. "What can I say? I'm cheese. I get better with time. O-or maybe wine. Wine might be the nicer thing to be compared to, right now.

No one ever wants to be cheese. The cheese? Stands alone."

And there had been that one strange dream, back in Sunnydale...

[all7seas]

"And you? Not alone." Jack tapped that adorably wrinkled nose with a forefinger. "Unless you throw me out the window. Which...might happen one day, who knows."

[herotypical]

"Or you jump."

Dreary. Drearydrearydreary. Not even a superbly cheeky eye-roll could truly save the spirits of that conversation. So Buffy resorted instead to playfully trapping the wrist of his tapping hand. "You promised me a cheer of my own," she reminded him -- fully aware that Jack's definition of the word might have been a bit of a stretch.

[all7seas]

"I jump, sometimes." Off towers. After Elizabeth. For McCoy. "On your back," he instructed. "And I'll fulfill it."

[herotypical]

"I know. I sometimes jump after you, remember?"

With an overly dramatic sigh, Buffy slid to his (and her) left. She twisted around until her wings were comfortably under her, pillowing the back of her head on her raised arms.

[all7seas]

"Now, repeat after me: B - U - F - F - Y."

[herotypical]

"B-U-F..."

She stopped, lifted her upper body just enough -- almost a whole crunch, really -- to stare at him in the darkened room.

"F-Y."

[all7seas]

"I - S!"

[herotypical]

"...You forgot the space. Try clapping."

[all7seas]

"I!" Clap. "S!"

[herotypical]

"...You put the space in the wr--"

He was teasing. Surely, he was teasing. She fell back onto the bed, shoulders shaking with laughter.

"I. S."

[all7seas]

"GOING TO HAVE HER WAY WITH ME!"

That probably shouldn't have been shouted.

[herotypical]

Still laughing, she once again sat up -- this time to jump forward and jokingly crush her palm against his mouth. She tried to contain that shout.

"Jack," she breathed his name and nuzzled her face against his neck. "Oh, that is so one strike."

[all7seas]

"I've made you laugh," he whispered back with rough lips against her palm. Pleased. And unable to restrict his hands to the most neutral areas of her body any longer. "How many more strikes can I receive?"

[herotypical]

"Three and you're out. It's simple baseball."

And suddenly, this particular sport's metaphors became tantalizing relevant.

[all7seas]

"Tell me. Tell me about baseball." She might be able to inform him that, at that very moment, he was reaching second base. And...staying there. Happily.

[herotypical]

"Well, there are...b-bases."

She kissed the neck-space just below his ear and gladly drifted onto Jack's lap. "First base. Second base. Other bases."

[all7seas]

"Mmmm. Bases." He ducked his head to kiss her throat, hands still playfully wandering. "There are many? Many bases?"

[herotypical]

"Three." Her head tilted far far back; it wasn't often in her life that she could so readily trust her neck to anyone. So, in this past year, she'd revelled in it. Buffy's arms bent and her hands slid up amongst his dreads, creeping up across the space between his wings and his scalp.

"N-no. Four. There's always home. Home plate. First. Second. Third. Home. You'd steal every one."

[all7seas]

"I see. And how does a man steal home?"

[herotypical]

"Very, very cautiously. Or not very cautiously at all, if he wants."

[all7seas]

"Perhaps he needs to steal the other bases first." These words were mumbled against her skin as the pirate kissed down the soft skin of her body. It was not a stealthy theft. "I'll get away with it more better if you close your eyes, most beautiful."

[herotypical]

"There's an order. First, then second, then third. Then..."

With a very happy sigh, she did indeed close her eyes. The Slayer relaxed to the point of reclining, depending upon the sailor's hands to keep her from simply bending back onto the mattress. Depending on him was an action all on its own. Special, maybe. Trusting.

"Of course, it's all moot with a home-run."

[all7seas]

"How many home runs do you think I can gain tonight, hmm?" Jack supported her even as he tried to melt her all the more. So bendy, she. Lovely.