[For Mace] 24 May 2012

[broken_brushes]

It was only when I was standing in front of Mace's room that I stopped to consider the time. There weren't any clocks in this part of the Compound, and I'd not worn a watch. Surely I wasn't drunk enough for it to be later than 1. I leaned forward and strained to hear any sounds from within.

"Helloooo," I quietly called at the closed curtain as I tugged down on my mini-skirt. "I hope you're awaaaaake. You will be sorry if you're nooooot."

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[youlosetrack]

Missy perks up first from her spot curled up against Mace's back, and her weight over his stomach as she hops off the bed is what wakes him fully. He's never been a deep sleeper, but it still takes him a few groggy moments to realize it's still the middle of the night, and Shari's outside his room. Not exactly normal circumstances.

He fumbles for the lamp switch as he gets out of bed, and nudges Missy off the pile of clothes on the second empty bed to grab the pants he'd been wearing earlier.

"Come in," he calls out to Shari, as he gives Missy a look for curling up in the clothes again.

[broken_brushes]

I was in that perfect state where I was sober enough to be grateful that I'd been drinking. Eager as I was to be there, the knowledge lingered in the back of my mind that I'd not have made it without a little liquid assistance.

The curtains were parted with a flourish, my arms extended and hands clamped against the fabric as if my being there was some sort of big game show reveal. You've just won a brand new drunk girlfriend!

"Prepare yourself, James Mace," I said, chin lifted. "I am here to seduce you."

[youlosetrack]

He pauses, hands still clutching the waist band of his sweatpants, and considers the very unlikely possibility that he's dreaming.

He'd been expecting an emergency, or maybe Shari needing to talk about something, but not...this. In that skirt.

"What?"

[broken_brushes]

"Oh good, you're really awake," I said, and paused a moment to admire the very shirtless reason I was there before I turned and yanked the curtains closed behind me.

"I'm a little drunk," I announced as I turned back around. "But just a little." I caught sight of Missy peering up at me, her eyes wide in the light from the lamp. "Should we give her a tiny blindfold or something?"

[youlosetrack]

"She'll be fine," Mace says. He stays were he is, eyes not leaving Shari as if she's a wild animal that might attack him the second he moves.

He's probably not that far off, but there's nothing about what Shari's planning that he won't enjoy, he knows that much. The only question is why now.

"You got tipsy and suddenly decided to seduce me?"

[broken_brushes]

That I considered a moment, canting my head. "It was more like… got tipsy and had an epiphany," I corrected as I stepped forward. Distracting though Mace's bare chest was, my focus remained above his neck.

"You've been so great about being patient this whole time," I said, expression softening. "I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get here."

[youlosetrack]

"No need to apologize," he says, and as she steps closer he takes her hand and steps closer. As if in being close enough, he can really see if she means it, that it's not just a whole night of drinks talking.

Because he can't deny that there's a part of him that desperately hopes it's the former.

"I'd keep waiting if you need me to."

[broken_brushes]

"I don't," I swore, because I was determined for that to be true even if I wasn't sure I totally believed it yet. This wasn't going to be anything I was going to regret, I knew that much with a complete certainty. I just had to get my completely inconvenient sense of self-preservation on board.

"What I really need right now, I think, is for us to stop talking," I added, hopeful eyes turned up to Mace's.

[youlosetrack]

He's always been a fan of not talking, saving up words for when they mean the most. This, this is one of those moments, and Mace is determined to make sure it's okay in every sense possible.

"I am totally fine with that," he says, leaning forward, and his eyes dart down to her mouth. "Are you sure?"

[broken_brushes]

"James," I said, because use of the first name was a clear sign I meant business. I dropped my bag to the floor, lifted a hand and pressed my fingertips to his mouth. "No more talking."

Not that kind of talking, anyway.

[youlosetrack]

That is enough. It's more than enough, and after so long without sex -- long enough that he doesn't like thinking about it -- he's glad to have that assurance.

Shari barely stops talking before he pulls her in close for a kiss, bending his knees briefly to pick her up. It's probably a bad idea and he'll pay for it in the morning with his leg, but he really doesn't give a shit about anything other than her being in his arms.