Strawberrys and...

[Ever Goodman]

Ever:
Ever was just coming out of the shower, swiping the terrycloth towel across his damp hair when heard the light knock on his hotel room door. Smirking, he shook his head and laughed lightly. She was probably doing that on purpose; knocking real low so maybe he wouldn't hear and maybe she could just head home and call this whole thing off. Not that this was a big deal. It wasn't like it was a date or anything. They'd been hanging out and joking about the kinds of things they joked about, the subject of cheesy movies had come up and of course, a playful challenge had ensued. The movies were already set up; free on his television on certain channels after ten and all Rumour had to do was just show up. And now she was here. This was no big deal. Rumour was a pain in his ass but she was...easy. She just got it. Didn't ask him questions about his lack of memory and he didn't ask about her lack of eyesight or where the new bruise came from. Unless it was a bad one. That was a different story. Still shirtless and wearing the half smile that was always present when the sightless girl was around Ever cracked the door. “Hey Miss. Kitty." he said quiet, because he knew -she- would know he was wearing that goofy smirk.

Rumour:
Rumour, having knocked lightly on the door, as he had correctly guessed just to annoy him -why else would she do half of what she did?- now set about folding away the long thin metal stick she used to navigate the roads she didn't know all that well. Within seconds the metal pole was nothing more than a thick, pen shaped object that she shoved into the pocket of her shorts as she waited for him to answer the door. She loathed the damn thing, loathed the way it made her look to the outside world, how she would appear to them, how she believed to appear weak and not in control, but the contraption was necessary if she did not wish to end up in potholes. Lifting a hand to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, she waited. She'd found the room by tracing the numbers with her fingers, a slow process given that his was nearly halfway along the little row of rooms, but hell, wasn’t like she was late. She smirked when the door opened. "Hey Tin man. All set? and if you've eaten all my strawberries, i will hurt you. This cast is good for more than just setting my arm"

Ever:
-Tin Man- Ever let loose a snort from his nose and gave his hair one more swipe with the towel and let it drop on the floor, closing the door behind Rumour after she'd come in. The place was a mess, of course. He was a man after all and really, the pair never felt they needed to impress one another. "Quit your bitching, woman. The strawberries are all yours. Fruit is not my thing. I might steal some of the chocolate off one, but the fruit, hell no." He wandered over to the chest of drawer that the television was sat upon along with a bottle of water or two, a beer bottle or three-- one empty, the other two full, and various take out boxes. The strawberries were perched on top on one Chinese food box and he lifted them, drifting over to the willowy girl and brushing the back of her hand with the cardboard package. "Here. Sit down. Still a good ten minutes before the movies start." Ever wandered back into the bathroom and took the brush to his teeth, quickly, rinsing and spitting and all in less than two minutes flat. He ran his hand through his dark locks and plucked a white tee-shirt from the back of the chair, sniffing it before pulling it on over his head.
"I'm glad you didn't get shot or something on the way here. You know I could have fetched you. Hard-headed woman."

[rumour]

Rumour
Rumour stuck her tongue out at him, the spider shaped head of her piercing looking for all the world like she had a colony of eight legged friends living amongst her gums. She took the box though as it bumped against her hand, picking her way through the scattered contents of his room floor to the bed and crawling onto it, making herself comfortable. well, why not? She was going to be here for a couple of hours, and she was not about the send the time perched awkwardly on the end of his bed, all polite like. He knew her better that that. Whilst he sorted himself out in the bathroom, Rumour kicked of her shoes and sat and listened for a moment - apparently the couple next door liked their sex noisy. Who needed porn when you had the real deal in earshot? Smirking, she leant back against the wall and opened the strawberries, turning her head as she bit into one, her eyes tracking Ever as he spoke. "Hey. Who said i wanted to be seen getting into a car with you? Besides, I’ve not been this way before. i like the challenge of exploring new places. Makes me feel like Indiana Jones or somethin’"

Ever
"Who said I have a car?" He smirked and eyed her on the bed, his dark eyes falling across her lithe, comfortable frame and then dropping to the floor as if she might be able to tell he was looking at her. His hand lifted to rub at the top of his head again, a habit he'd acquired, or always had, who knows, but paused at the familiar sound of humping coming from the next room. 'Still, this neighbourhood is dangerous, next time we'll walk together." Ever wasn't going to let it go so easy. Besides, annoying her with over protectiveness was what he did best. He wandered back over to the chest of drawers and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the top, moving back over to perch on the edge of the bed next to Rumour with a smirk. "You hear that shit? They can go all night too. Sometimes its better than watching, and the sound track is way better." With that he grabbed the headboard behind Rumour and begun to pull it back and forth, making a loud creaking with the wood at the same time as he put on his girliest girl impression..."Oh. Oh. Oooohhhhhhhh..." Laughing, he tapped a smoke out of the pack and put it to his lips, inhaling long and deep as he put the little flame to its end. The smoke was rich and sweet, and he held it in for a minute before it blowing it out of the side of his mouth. "You want one?"



Rumour
"Yup I hear it. All night? Seriously? Screw me for a tool - Damn he's good. Might have to see if i can get his number" Rumour smirked, crossing her legs and drawing one foot up the bed so she could rest her chin on her knee. An awkward position perhaps, but she found it comfortable as she placed another one of the chocolate covered strawberries between her lips. Though she had to laugh, and not one of her scathing music-less tones that she normally adopted either, but a true laugh akin to the sound of bells, when he grabbed the headboard and started shaking it right back. If nothing else, Ever certainly had his moments. "That was pretty high pitched-" she grinned, the first few words bubbled by her dying laughter "Either you're actually gay, have no balls, or you used to be a singer. Pick one." Re-adjusting herself against the shaken headboard, Rumour could smell the smoke before he lit it, and tugged absently at the pale coloured tank top she had on. She wasn't sure what colour it was, just that it wasn't bright, but it suited her just fine. Wasn't like she was trying to impress him or anything. "I thought you’d never ask" She murmured, clicking her bar across her teeth as she held out her palm. "When’s the show start then?"

[Ever Goodman]

Ever
Ever drew in another drag and released it nice and slow through his nostrils, smiling wider when he watched the slender brunette bring one of the crimson fruits to her lips. He'd have liked to get a picture of that-- her mouth around that fruit, if only for the sake of beautiful art, but he quickly dismissed the idea because she could always hear the tell-tell click of the camera. Damn her freakish, super hearing!
He shifted side-ways, more to face her, choking on the smoke in his throat at the options she had given him and emasculated in the blink of one of her long, dark eyelashes. "Why do I hafta' choose one? Why can't I be all three?" Ever teased, and his rich chocolate gaze fell to her pale fingertips tugging at the near matching material of her sleeveless top. She -would- do something like that. Wear a shirt the colour of flesh that made him-- would make any normal man think of her absent the material all together. Especially considering the 'movies' they were about to watch were very explicitly adult in nature. Ever grinned to himself and gently put a cigarette between her parted lips, lighting it and shifting upwards on the bed to rest against the headboard as well. He reached for the remote and turned up the volume, settling back until he was comfortable. It was already tuned to the right channel, just muted, and currently the credits of the last movie scrolled up the screen just before their skin flick began. "Soon, damn. You're so eager. You'd think you've never watched a porno with a dashingly handsome man before." He was smirking, and reached into her little carton of strawberries to pluck one out for himself. No, he didn't like the fruit, but the chocolate smelled good, and he bit around the red berry until all the brown coating was gone.

Rumour
Hah. If only he knew just how freakishly super her hearing was, maybe he'd be running for the hills like every other normal person. Or maybe he'd be like her dad, and leave her with a souvenir to remember him by, a couple of bruises so she wouldn’t forget him any time soon. Except Devin’s bruises weren't souvenirs, but a way of beating the freak from his daughter’s body, a war that had been raged in vain since she was six years old. Biting into the strawberry she smirked at his answer, catching the juice with a flick of her tongue as it threatened to slip down the corner of her mouth. It was bad enough that the strawberries were going to stain her lips; the last thing she wanted was for it to stain her shirt too - she'd have no way of ever knowing if the damn stain came out or not. "All three huh?" she grinned, taking the cigarette as it was pressed between her lips. "That makes you what? a soprano singing lesbian? Hot." she smirked and inhaled the smoke, knowing fine well it could one day kill her, but enjoying it anyway. Chances were, someone else would get that honour long before anything like cancer could. She blew the smoke over her shoulder, as she always did and held it between her fingers. It struck her, for a second, just how comfortable she was getting with this man - that she jumped less at his un-requested intrusions into her private space, but Rumour shook it off. It was her imagination. She still found him irritating. "Well hell, I’ve been caught out. Damn it. You're right. I've never watched porn with a handsome guy, just some acne ridden teenagers - guess I’m not starting tonight neither."

Ever
Ever just smirked at Rumour's hot soprano singing lesbian comment and took another drag, blowing it across the thigh of his faded black jeans and tossing the chocolate-less strawberry back into the container. Her next comment, however, DID draw a chuckle out of the man and he let his head fall back on his neck as it escaped; feeling more relaxed than he had in a long while. Maybe even since he's woken up a few months back in the stark white hospital room. Rubbing the side of his palm along the denim of his lap, Ever wiped the sticky juice off his hand and then nudged her gently, remembering the wound she had there just weeks before. "Please, woman. You know the only reason I hang out with you is because you -can't- see all this good stuff. If you did, you'd become a stalker like all the other women I have to beat off with the no-we-aren't-watching-porn-together stick." He let out another teasing laugh and crossed his legs at the ankles, turning his attention to the sudden cheesy music and half dressed woman that had appeared on the TV screen.
"Shh....its starting..." And he proceeded to sing along with the music-- a little bow-chica-bow-wow of his own, growling when the woman that had apparently just landed from outer space started removing what little clothing she -did- have on. "Oh, shit. Look at that."

[rumour]

Rumour
"Psh. I don't stalk. I admire from afar and giggle behind the bleachers with mah girls. Or, at least that's what I used to do. Then I got boobs, and lost mah vision. Damn karma." She smirked as she placed the slightly reddened butt of the cigarette between her lips once more, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke linger in her lungs, the wispy white slipping between her slightly parted lips for a moment. Getting a rush from nicotine before she blew it out, Rumour sent it once more over her shoulder and away from Ever. Hey, she could be polite when she wanted too. her eyes searched out the TV when the music started, flickering across the screen that she thought, if she concentrated, she could just about make out the fuzzy outline off; but then that could just as easily be her scarred eyes as it could be the TV, and she didn't trust what she was seeing. "Oh, that’s it. This time you get hit." She smirked and did just that, leaning over to hit him with her casted left arm lightly on his bicep before settling back against the headboard and shifting the position of her legs so they stretched out in front of her and crossed at the knees. she folded her left arm across her chest and balanced her right elbow on the cast, the cigarette poised and waiting at her lips. "Okay, what’s happening? they're not having sex already?"

Ever
Ever glanced down at her, for just a moment, again his dark eyes lingering on her mouth, this time wrapped around a cig. There was always something snarky coming out of that organ; something that would make him laugh or roll his eyes or want to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze a little. What the fuck did that mean? Oh, what the fuck did it matter, really? "What boobs?" He asked her nonchalantly, shirking away from the cast he knew was going to come toward him at any minute. It did come, and made contact with his upper arm and he chuckled and pulled the smoke from his lips before the ashes fell on the heavily starched white sheets. Like hospital sheets, the stiff dry cotton things were the only he had ever felt. Just like sitting here with her. It wasn't much but it was enough. It was pretty much all he had. Ever snaked his tongue across his bottom lip and got comfortable again; his pose nearly matching Rumour's except where his legs were crossed. His mouth was real dry for some reason, and he wished that luke-warm bottled beer was closer, but maybe it was a good thing. He was gonna' try not to drink tonight. Ever knew she hated it. So, he thought he'd -try-. "No...Not yet. God, this woman is amazing. I don't think her boobs are real ‘cause they are very round...too big and round to be so damn perky." Hey-- this is what he did. He helped her 'see' things that she couldn't have without aid. That's what friends did, right? "Oh...wait...yeah, here comes this dude. He's...he's...a freak. Ugly as fuck." He was lying, of course. The man was buff and had a bulge the size of Texas.



Rumour
Cigarette in her mouth, Rumour raised her hands to her chest and copped a feel of her own breasts, as if measuring them up. It was a little awkward with her left hand, but she just about managed it, and shrugged, crossing them once more and removing the cancer stick from her mouth, holding it between her two fingers. “Never had any complaints so far. Any more than a handful's a waste anyway." she smirked as the smoke curled out from her lips. Rather than blowing it over her shoulder this time she leant her head back and let it curl upwards, amusing herself and listening to his description. "Yum. she sounds hot. Not so much the breasts though, i dun do fake." She mused, letting her head fall back down once more. "Ugly? In a porno? Who are you trying to kid? " Rumour smirked and nudged him with her elbow, tapping her ash into a an empty bottle she found on the side and grabbing another strawberry - this one missing the chocolate.

[Ever Goodman]

Ever
He couldn't help his eyes tracking the movement of her hand to her breast, and he smirked a little, only feeling a slight bit of guilt about making her feel a moments self conscience. She hadn't been blind -all- her life. Rumour had seen her reflection in the mirror and she had to know that despite the bruises and the bad attitude she was really pretty amazing looking...not...that HE was looking, mind you. Okay, fine, he looked alright. Caught himself staring sometimes when he knew she wasn't paying attention. Still, there was some invisible line between them was safest not to cross. To do so might just ruin the best damn thing he had right now with her. Their friendship. Rumour could go on and on about how she didn't -do- relationships or friendships but he knew. He knew because why else would she be here now; trusting a man enough to watch a movie like this and have fun with it, to not get to riled up enough to try something with or god forbid, force her. His attention was drawn back to movement on the screen and Ever turned back to it in time to see the real action begin. He coughed, grinned, watching intently as the alien copulation began. "Oh...here comes the good stuff Rumour. Damn! He's ugly as hell but he's got the biggest fucking dick I've ever seen." Ever blinked, twisting his legs so they were now off the bed and he was once again sitting on the edge. He drew in another drag of the smoke and then dropped it into an empty beer bottle on his bedside table, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs to stare at the screen. "She's in his lap. Yeah...they're fake ‘cause they're hardly even bouncing."

Rumour
Well hell. If she knew he was looking, and yeh, she could probably guess that he was if she had taken a moment to think about it, she might have made a bit more of a show at grabbing her chest, just to see if she could raise a reaction out of him. Though he of course, had a point - Rumour knew that she wasn't a dog, she had guys trying to chat her up often enough, but she was being honest when she said she truly had no idea how she had turned out. Last she knew she was tallish, lanky, with dark hair and a clustering of teenage acne across her face - she truly had no idea if she had ever grown into her limbs, and she guessed she wasn't about to find out for a while either. Still, the image she kept in her head, she tried to form of herself, was something better at least than the last time she had seen herself, a frightened girl reflected in the corner of a glass cabinet, cowering from her father. And then it had all gone black. Placing the cigarette once more between her lips, Rumour pulled the smoke into her lungs for a final time and let it creep from her mouth, attempting to blow smoke rings to her side rather than simply blowing it out all together in a single stream before she deposited it in her own empty beer bottle. The small amount of liquid in the bottom made the butt fizz, and she grinned, drawing pleasure form the unfamiliar sound. Well, you got what you could from these small things - for Rumour it was akin to waking to the sound of birds, or the fragrance of flowers when she walked through the park. These were the things she noticed, that so many people simply passed by. She laughed at his comment, drawing up her legs to sit Indian style and leant forward a little, playing with a loose strand on her shorts. "well, i might hope you haven't seen too many. Gonna give me a guesstimation on the length?" she turned her head a little towards him once more, smirking as she listened to the moans and groans coming from the tv, loud enough to compete with the ones she could still hear coming through the wall. "Sounds like a fun position, shame about the bouncing. Heard you guys like that"

Ever
Ever glanced back at Rumour over his shoulder, a roguish grin spread across his visage. He didn't need to comment that he'd seen plenty; these movies were free after ten and what else did he have to do at night when all he had in his pockets was lint? Glancing back at the screen one more time, he focused on the organ in question and shrugged, giving his eyes back to her and still wearing the same cocky smile. "He's a pretty lanky guy. It reaches up past his belly button. Maybe seven? I dunno. He's got nothing on me." Ever laughed a little, and fell backwards, his legs still hanging over the bed but his back on the mattress and his weight held up by his elbows. He turned his head back a little to look at his companion again and was momentarily disarmed by the uptilt of her mouth-- real smiles were hard to drag out of his woman, though they'd been happening spontaneously the past few weeks..."Us guys like anything, really. If there's not enough to bounce then usually there's at least a little bit to hang on to." The young man snorted. What the fuck did he know? It wasn't like he remembered all the girls if there were any -before- the accident and had only been the one since he'd woke up. Course, Rumour didn't need to hear that. He'd told her before. Not like he had any reason to keep it from her. Dragging his dark eyes away from the careless look on her face he turned back to the television; his gaze widened at the entrance of another male, this one even bigger than the first, and the daring position the trio of them were getting into. "So here comes a second guy. Well, he's not come -yet- but by the vein in his forehead it won’t be long now. The first dude in all up in her...in her...she's giving the second one a good tug." Ever drew a hand back through his tousled hair and swallowed thickly, laughing a little and adjusting the dark jeans trying to ride up because of his relaxed position. Yeah, the neighbours were getting real loud too. Wasn't this nice and cozy.

[rumour]

Rumour
Rumour leant forward further, curling the fingers of her right hand into a fist she leant her elbow on her knee and her chin on her curled knuckles. The couple behind them were indeed quite noisy, and it sounded like she at least was having a good time, even if he was being pretty quiet. But wasn't that the way normally though? "Past his belly button? I’ve seen bigger. hell. first guy i slept with was bigger. that's nothing" She smirked, reaching back with her casted hand and plucking another of the strawberries from the basket. hey, she hadn't eaten today really, and these strawberries were good dang nab it. Never mind being better for her waistline that the pizza she had been planning on buying for her tea that night anyway. "gah, you guys always blow out too fast. just when it's starting to get fun. Though i knew this one guy who did these exercises to last longer... now he could go for a while..." She grinned, biting the chocolate from the strawberries flesh and letting it melt on her tongue before eating the strawberry too. If Ever was uncomfortable, Rumour was oblivious to it, quite happy in her position, and almost pleasantly surprised in the small fact that she was quite enjoying herself. Of course, it helped that Rumour did not find much uncomfortable these days, thanks to her love of putting people in awkward situations. Shifting again, Rumour lay out on her front and crossed her arms beneath her chin, her legs bent at the knee and lifted in the air, crossing and uncrossing. "hah, i heard that! Was that guy one or guy two?"
Ever
Ever lofted a bushy brow at the notion that she'd had bigger that what was drilling into the alien porn star on screen and absently reached a hand over to palm the bulge behind his zipper. He wasn't the kind of guy to be shy or self conscience, and uncomfortable wasn't a word in his mental dictionary but still, his natural reaction to the comment was momentary envy, and then followed by scepticism. Rumour had a habit of feeding him bullshit all the time. It was a tendency of hers same as it was his. Sometimes Ever wondered if she did it so much she didn't even realize when she was doing it. He let out a snort in response to men blowing out when it was getting fun and it turned into a full blown laugh when she went on to explain that a man could do exercises to make it last longer and by gosh, she had been with one. His dark chocolate eyes were glued to the screen even as she shifted to lie beside him, and he watched in wonder as the male getting the tug did just as she'd suspected-- dropped his juice way too soon. "It was the second. He was some kind of two-pump-chump wasn't he! Didn't even get to put it in her. Oh...wait...the alien and the ugly guy is switching positions. She's leaning over...he's gonna' go in from behind. Damn, she's got some nice legs." Ever let his head fall side ways to smirk at her, at the same time pulling his smokes from the pocket of his jeans. He perched one on his lip and lit it, taking in deep pull of the tobacco. "So...this exercise guy...was he the better deal?" It was just a question. It didn't mean anything really. Hell. Maybe he wanted to get this guy’s digits and get some pointers. You never know.

Rumour
"Hah. yes. I knew it." She grinned, quite content to lay how she was for a moment and 'watch' the screen. if she concentrated, she could work out when they were shifting, when they were just riding - but listening to Ever's descriptions were much more entertaining than anything she could come up with. "Anyone listening to this, or rather, you describe this to me, could almost be forgiven for thinking we're planning some sort of covert operation." she smirked, her voice mingling with the tones of the woman's so called ecstasy on the screen. "She's faking." Rumour commented, clicking her bar across her teeth for second before just playing with the piece of metal in her mouth. Rolling, Rumour lay on her back and looked up at the ceiling, trying to see if she could make out where the light bulbs were. She did it in vain of course - the space above her was nothing but a sea of white, but she liked to see if she could from time to time. "N'aaaaw. random guy was pretty average. The guy who did the exercises was..." She thought about it for a moment, rolling her bar across her top teeth. "Ah yeh. Guy number six, failed attempt at a relationship number one. He was into all that chi and karma stuff, kept trying to re-arrange the damn furniture. I tripped over everything."

[Ever Goodman]

Ever
He took in a pull and blew it out of his nose, shifting his face away from Rumour as he did it. The smirk was still there, had only left for a moment now and then since she'd arrived and grew wider when she suggested people listening in might take them as two partners in crime on a mission. "I don't think they'd be able to hear us over the porn stars next door, honestly." He said, scrunching his face up and perking his head up to listen in on the neighbours again, which...she -was- sounding more and more like the woman in the movie now. His eyes drifted back to the screen and Ever tilted his head a little bit to get a better look at the awkward angle now, covering his eyes every now and again when it would close up on the male parts rather than the woman's. He tensed up in expectation when the gorgeous blonde female 'alien' had her orgasm, even knowing that it was a fake as far as Rumour was concerned. After, he took a satisfied pull from his smoke and rolled over on to his side to face his 'pahtnah' who had flopped onto her back.
He ignored the momentary pang of...whatever when she admitted sleeping with Mr. Better Offer, but laughed quietly at her attempt to make a joke of the failed attempt at a relationship. He wanted to know more, like -why- she wouldn't give them a chance, really, but figured it had something to do with how her father treated her and decided to leave it for now. IF and WHEN she wanted to talk about something like that she did, in her own time. Of course, usually right after she would cover the truth up with a bad joke, but he knew. He just knew. "I think your furniture looks just fine how it is, but the curtains really dont go with the couch." Ever teased her, and always had, since she had accused him of stalking her the first day they met. And as if it were just natural reflex he took the cigarette from his own lips and placed it to hers so she could have a pull, bringing it back to his once she had wispy smoke leaking from her parted mouth. The scene with the alien and the two men ended with a less than a bang and a cheesy song, and once a different cheesy music started he glanced over to see a new scene; this one inside the mother ship and with three women instead of two guys and a chick. "Next scene...two blondes and a red head touching each other like they've never seen another pair of tits before." He stared a minute, forgetting there was someone laid in bed next to him and damned glad he had taken care of business in the shower right before Rumour had gotten there. How embarrassing would it be to pitch a tent with her right there? Like he wasn't in control of himself or some shit. Still...the scene was freaking hot. He cleared his throat and had to peel his eyes away before they really started getting into it. By now the neighbours were really making some thunder against the wall and she was screaming like the fat lady, but Ever got a wild hair and figured he'd take advantage of the fact -he- had a chick in bed with him tonight. "Screw this. Help me out wouldjoo?" Ever sat up, grabbing the headboard again and rocking it back and forth so it would hit the wall. He proceeded to start yelling at the top of -his- lungs; things like 'OMG he was gonna' come so hard and OH baby yeah do that again' Finally, when he'd reached the peak of his pretend orgasm he let out a loud moan and leaned back panting, taking in a slow drag. "Fuck, was that as good for you?"

Rumour
Rumour arched one of her thin, dark brows and smirked at him. "And yet you insist you're not a stalker. Do i need to start shutting my curtains when i get dressed again?" She asked, her tones teasing even as she found herself inhaling the cigarette smoke into her lungs. She leant her head back and blew it in the direction of the screen as he started describing the next scene, grinning at the sudden extra detail now that all the patrons were female. Seriously. What was with guys and their fascination with the girl on girl action scenes? "Ouch, sounds painful. Only one good type of tugging on these things-" she grabbed her chest again in emphasis "and that's with your mouth. or teeth. otherwise its just hurts." She smirked as he fell silent, playing with her bar and listening to the girls groans intermingling with the neighbours. Grinning at his suggestion, Rumour started laughing when he began rocking the bed and banging the headboard. "Damn, I like your style" she laughed, getting to her knees and climbing up the bed to yell through the wall with him, intermingling moans with shouts of “HARDER, yeh baby, fuck me!” and various other sultry sentences, before finishing with what she liked to call her earth shattering orgasm. Falling back on her ass, she laughed again, tears threatening
the corner of her eyes and all the shouting and moaning leaving her more than just alittle breathless. "Damn baby, weren’t you listening? Best i ever had"

Ever
He wasn't going to lie to himself. The more Rumour played with her chest the more he started thinking twice about how -normal- it would be to sit around and watch adult entertainment with her. Not that she'd have him in the way the women on screen were having one another, or at least -pretending- to have with one another. Not that he wanted to have her in that way. Or at least would admit to himself. Still, he was a man and she was a woman, so close he could feel the air escape when she blew out the smoke. So close he could reach out and touch her if he wanted to. He didn't...and wouldn't. Unless he asked first or she asked him to. Still panting, he took another drag and then stretched his arm to offer her one too. She had crystal tears of laughter brightening her blue eyes and he just shook his head, the ephemeral awkwardness in his head gone again for now. It was all good fun. And apparently enough to have shut up the noisy neighbours. "God, damn Rumour. That was amazing. Is that how you do it for all your men? Do they even -realize- you've been playing them like a...like a...like whatever kind of instrument is long and horny?" He laughed quietly and brought the cigarette back to his lips for a pull, turning his face to the side and tilting down to look down on her.

[rumour]

Rumour
"A Didgerydoo?" She smirked, taking the cigarette between her two fingers Rumour took a long drag, looking for all the world like the contented, if clothed, lover of the man beside her. "well what can i say? I've had lotsa practice. Gotta make the guy's think they're doing something right” She said with a sideways glance before she released the cigarette back to him, pretty sure that unless they cracked a window soon they would be sitting in some sort of smog. Bring on the environment of the 1700’s! "And if they realised-" She commented, leaning over and grabbing another strawberry as her chest and breathing slowly returned to normal, with rather less heaving than there had been a moment ago "Then I’m not as good as i thought i was"

Ever
"What in the FUCK is a didgeridoo?" Ever snorted, his chest now heaving with laughter instead of breathlessness. Sometimes he wondered if she forgot he was still pretty much learning things as he went; finding out about life anew every morning that he woke, and that the names of strange, Australian musical instruments meant nothing to him. He stretched to ash in the empty bottle next to the bed and then leaned back again, his arm brushing hers, his outstretched jean clad leg resting her bare one. His eyes strayed to the television screen and stayed a while, watching the woman taking turns licking, sucking, and touching one another. It was only after the redhead climaxed with one of the blonde’s mouths to her crotch did the male smile slyly, returning his gaze to the woman beside him. "I'd love to talk to these guys and find out if you really -are- as good as you think you are." He teased, handing the smoke to her one more time. "You interested in knowing what’s going on with the aliens or...you want a bottle of water or something?


Rumour

“Oh its this big long wooden thing..." She grinned and tried to explain the instrument to him, but having only ever seen one on the TV being played by Rolf Harris when she about seven, she was far from an expert. She was uncomfortably aware that he was touching her, but she realised after a moment, the contact wasn't actually uncomfortable, and she soon relaxed; became less tense as her body realised that it wasn't under attack, be this violently or sexually. They were just sitting, it was fine - normal. "Well, i think i still have better-offer-guy's number, you can ask him. Don’t talk to any of the others i'm afraid, i tend to give them false numbers so they don’t come crawling back begging for more." She smirked, stretching her legs out in front of her and crossing them at the ankle. "well, one of them just came, which by the way, was pretty hot, but i'm good. These strawberries are pretty juicy - not actually thirsty. Thanks though." with that she picked up another, nibbling on the end. Once she was left holding the green headed top however, she tossed it at him, a sly smirk on her lips.

[Ever Goodman]

Ever
Ever ducked his head, half laughing at Rumour's answer to his request and half mentally berating himself for the fleeting thought that she would have responded by sliding over to straddle him, saying she would just -prove- to him she was just as good as she thought she was. The perma-smirk Ever wore when Rumour was around was still in place on his face, made a little bit sheepish by the mental reflections he had just seen and having no idea why they'd gotten there besides the fact the porno was starting to go to his head. Or both of them. His light laughter became huskier when Rumour pointed out she was blind- not deaf, and had just heard what had taken place on screen. Fine, she didn't really need him to explain the play-by-play, but hell, it was a lot of fun doing it. He was antsy as hell for some reason though so when she told him she wasn't thirsty he deflated a little, having wanted an excuse to get up and stretch. He shifted a bit, one hand coming up to rest in his lap and the other behind his neck, but the comfy pose didn't last long- for the dripping head of a ruby colored fruit came flying at him; landing just on top of the hand. "Oh, really Rumour? Is this what porn does to you? If I'd known it was gonna' make you playful I'd have rented a drama instead." He joked, plucking the strawberry out of his lap and placing it on top of her brown head. Reaching into the container which she was making quick work of, he pulled out another chocolate covered fruit, sucking the sweet brown coating off before tossing the left over berry back at her. "This is war." He said with a smirk and grabbed for another few, scooting off the bed before she figured out what 'war' he was speaking of.


Rumour
Ooh if she knew the thoughts that were going through his head she would slap him so hard.... before probably giving into his little fantasy and never talking to him again. yeh. That was how she rolled. Just ask Mr. Better Offer. She could feel him moving next to her, and would have given him an incredulous look if she had any clue just what was going on with him right then. "Oh, Horny, playful... you're so lucky you haven’t been jumped yet." She said, staring ahead and sounding deadly serious. At least until she couldn't help it anymore and her face broke into grin as she pulled the red fruit top from her hair, the ruby red staining her fingers. "Great, now i have to wash my hair. Again" She settled back against the headboard once more, just getting comfortable when another of the fruit bounced off her temple. Blinking, she grinned, catching her tongue between her teeth so that the spider once more looked like it lived amongst the white enamel. "ooh, now you're gonna pay" She smirked, rolling onto all fours and grabbing a handful of the fruit in her left hand, she started flinging with her right. 22:31

Ever
He was caught off guard by the comment about her 'jumping him' but Ever recovered quickly, knowing full well how Rumour's sense of humour went. Pretty soon her dead pan face grew a smile, and one that got even more incredulous when the strawberry war began. "You call THAT lucky? Why don't we start over so I can play the doomed guy instead." He teased, ribbing her right back as he jerked left and right to duck the flying red fruits. He caught one in the groin, and moaned dramatically even though it hadn't hurt at all and flung another of his own, hitting her square in the chest. The strawberries kept flying, and the young man found he had thrown all of his, so he leapt on the bed, doing his best to wrangle the package holding the rest out from under her body. "Surrender or dieeee!" He yelled, finally getting his hands on the leftover fruits and walking on his knees across the mattress. "Might as well give up now, Rumour. You're all out of ammo."

[rumour]

Rumour
Rumour soon found herself with a smile on her face to challenge any of the brief few that had fleetingly adorned her features, and this one wasn't about to go anywhere any time soon as she was pelted with the fruit, pieces bouncing off her person and getting squished amongst the sheets and her skin as she tried to dodge them and failed miserably. Lack of eyesight was definitely a disadvantage in this game – but at least he was being loud enough for her to track him. The bed bounced when Ever leapt upon it and Rumour laughed, trying to protect her ammo with her body as she pelted his back with strawberries, crushing them in her fingers just so they landed with an audible splat. He beat her though eventually, possibly because he could probably lift her with one hand if he tried, and Rumour was left with only the strawberries in her hand for ammo. Damnit. Still, as she lifted he hand above her head in the universal sign for surrender, if her eyes could have reflected her thoughts they would have gained a somewhat impish gleam as she walked towards him on her knees, closing the gap he had made. Grinning, she bit the corner of her lip coyly. "Okay okay... i surrender." She breathed, leaning up close to his face, using his breath on her skin as an indicator as to where his mouth might be, and made for all the world like she was about kiss him - until she crushed the strawberry in her hand and smeared it across his cheeks and lips, laughing.


Ever
Ever's laughter that was a noise that echoed around the little hotel room; louder even than the practiced ecstasy on the television screen or the neighbours that had grown suspiciously quiet since the pair's little performance. He shifted out of the path of flying red fruit and ducked once more, barely missing the cast that was absently swinging around in the air while she guarded her stash. It was useless of course; he had easily slid a long limb underneath her feline pose to grab the ammo, holding it against his chest as he made his way on kneecaps to the opposite side of the bed. And once again he found himself disarmed by Rumour's resplendent smile, even as he held their weapon of choice to his eager, pounding heart. That kind of radiant glow on her was hard to come by as previously mentioned, and taking in her circumstance, it was easy to know why. Still, Ever was pleased with himself for being the cause of such a glow, or at least the half-cause, for she had really started the game. Finally his companion surrendered; an act that had the young man grinning like the Cheshire Cat until she began knee walking on the bed towards him. At this his heart still and the breath caught in his throat. What the hell was she doing? By the time she was so close to him he could taste her kiss, Ever's mouth had gone bone dry and his dark chocolate eyes were full of confusion and expectation. His breath shuddered out audibly, and the hand the held the container of strawberries fell to the mattress as the other came up to grasp her back...but never made it there. The sweet and tangy juice covered his lips and leaked down his chin, staining his semi-clean white tee-shirt like blood splatters. Coughing, and bringing the back of his hand up to wipe at the smear, Ever narrowed his gaze, completely taken aback and completely amused at the fact this willowy blind girl had been able to one-up him. "You got me real good." He told her and clutched his stained chest, coughing dramatically as he pretended to die. "I told you...not a fan...allergic...like poison..." He went on with the 'dying charade', knee walking backwards until he could fall backwards with his head on a pillow. Smirking, and propping his head up with an arm behind his neck, he lifted the other hand to pick a tiny seed of his lip before snorting. "You really are evil. I honestly believe it now."


Rumour
Still laughing at him as he proclaimed poison and fell onto the bed, Rumour shuffled back on her knees, sucking the strawberry juice from her fingertips as she did so. Her shirt now stuck to her skin in random places where the strawberry's had been squashed by her rolling around, and she was pretty sure that there was pulp hanging around her hair like unwelcome visitors who just did not want to leave. Still laughing softly, she sat back; her knees bent either side of her as she finished sucking the juices from her fingertips, and wiped her hand on her dark shorts. Her fingers were sticky, understandably so, but she could cope with that - after all, so was pretty much 90% of the rest of her exposed skin. Good lawd only knew what she looked like right then, but she didn't care, Rumour crawled up the bed and fell on her back next to him, licking her lips and catching the metal bar between them. "mmmhmmm. spawn of Satan, that's me baby."