On a Mission

OOC: Canon Change

lapsedsaint — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 14:22:42 GMT

This entry marks a significant change in John's background and history. All entries from this point on will be Friends Only. Thank you for your consideration.

Going to the Doctors

lapsedsaint — Sat, 25 Oct 2008 03:02:19 GMT

Charlotte dressed for the trip into the lion's den behind a closed and locked door. Partly so John wouldn't see her trying on six different outfits but mostly so he wouldn't see her carefully building a charm as she dressed. Focusing it on the heavy gold bangle on her left wrist, she built in a protective shield for both of them and an empathic one for herself. Anyone studying her would have a little trouble seeing through her facade. None of it would hold up to a real
assault; that would be too noticeable if they had anyone looking. The charm was just enough to make her feel she was doing something.

Her outfit was another matter. Like Goldilocks, the first was too casual, the second too formal. Not until the sixth did she find just right. Adding another layer of personal charm, she put on some of her sexiest underthings including silk thigh highs. Over that went an ivory linen pencil skirt, an ice blue silk blouse with gold buttons and gold and blue heels. In the shoes she actually stood an inch taller than John, which amused her.

Confident she had achieved the proper mix of sex appeal and conservatism, she presented herself to John.

~~~

While she dressed, he paced. Al and Viv both watched him before Al finally decided he needed to help. He ended up on John's shoulder, meowing in his ear. He rolled his eyes, then pet the little monster. He wanted a drink, several, in fact. But he couldn't, not and go see the doctor.

When Charlie came out John considered calling and canceling. He could keep her to himself. Only her glare at him when he started to suggest it stopped him. Instead, he handed her the keys to his car. "You're driving."

To the Hotel - aesthetic_mojo

lapsedsaint — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 02:28:35 GMT

They had a quiet dinner at a little bistro down from Charlie's building. The evening was nice enough that they sat outside, across a small table from each other. When they'd left the building, John had been very self-conscious about his hair, even though he was wearing a hat. But by the time they'd reached their destination, he'd been sufficiently distracted by her hand in his.

So, while they sat at the table, he laced his fingers between hers and let their hands sit on the table. If asked, later, what they talked about, John wouldn't have been able to tell anyone. It didn't matter.

After dinner, John decided it was time to go and get his stuff from the hotel. He had no idea what state his room was in, he couldn't remember how it had been when he left to go over to Charlie's a few days earlier. Hopefully, they wouldn't be there long.

Running Very Late - reluctantdagny

lapsedsaint — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 02:36:51 GMT

It had been an unexpectedly long day. A day that he would have preferred to not experience again. It was little wonder that Dagny had no desire to go back to the doctor's. He didn't want to go back, either. And he was only there for an interview and to go over paperwork.

Now he was a half day late for his date. Date. That, in itself, was a little odd. But he wasn't about to let himself think too long about it. If he did, he'd be even later. And she was already going to be less than pleased with him.

Flowers in his hand, he hit her buzzer and looked around, hoping she was home.

Checking on Mister Bones (RP Log)

lapsedsaint — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 06:45:20 GMT

Everton: *His first stop when he came back to town was to visit Dagny. He was able to sneak in the building as someone was coming out, so he didn't buzz before knocking at her door.*

Dagny: *The TV was on, and Dagny was on the floor next to Mista Bones feeding him some mushed up dog food that smelled pretty horrible. At the sound of the door, she looked up and frowned before standing up. Wiping his hands off, she walked to the door and when she opened it, she smiled brightly.* John!

Everton: *He gave her a grin at her greeting.* Hello, Dagny. How's the patient?

Dagny: Good! *She gave him a big hug before pulling back and tugging him inside the apartment.* He's watchin' TV!

Everton: *He closed the door behind him and followed her into the living room. He stared at the dog a moment, then looked back at her.* Well, so this is Mister Bones?

Dagny: *Her arms over her chest, she watched the two of them. The mangy looking dog lifted his head, his tail thumping gently on the floor at the sight of the two of them.* Nope, dats ah cat. Da dag is in da bedroom.

Everton: *He turned slowly to Dagny and very slowly smiled.* Wise ass.

Dagny: *She started to laugh and knelt down next to the dog, stroking his head.* Of course he's mista bones. Wouldja like ta say hallo?

Everton: *He squatted down next to her and held his hand out to the dog.* Hello, Mister Bones. It is a pleasure to meet you.

Dagny: *The dog lifts his head and sniffs John's hand, when he doesn't smell anything abnormal, he nuzzles it for food before licking him.* Awhhh he likes ya

Everton: *He pet the dog's head and smiled.* Well, aren't you a sweetie.

Dagny: *He whines softly and then paws at John's arm and thigh.* He's gettin' much betta, already non-stinky.

Everton: Not stinky is a bonus. *He pets the dog a little more.* Buddy, I don't have any food for you. That's Dagny's job.

Dagny: Wouldja like ta feed him? *She offers him the spoon and the can, and Mista bones whines eagerly.*

Everton: *He takes both without question and offers some of the food to the dog. After a moment, he shifted and sat down to better feed the best.*

Dagny: *Mista Bones, that cheating whore, inches closer to John, eating quickly whatever the man feeds him. Tail wagging, he licks at the spoon and whatever falls on the floor.*

Everton: *John watches the dog and shakes his head.* You are lucky you're cute.

Dagny: Awhhh he's just ah little hungry beastie. *She puts a hand on John's back and scratched Bone's back.*

Everton: *He fed the rest of the food to Mister Bones before setting the can aside. He scratched the dog's head, then turned and smiled at Dagny.*

Dagny: *She gave him a big smile and lent forward to kiss his cheek.* He's gotta take his medication. *Standing up, she walked to the kitchen to get the pill and cheese.* How was ya weekend, John?

Everton: *He moved to the couch and sat down, smiling slightly.* It was all right. Quiet. I turned off my phone.

Dagny: Didja get some nice sleep? *She fed the pill to the dog and made sure he swallowed it. Washing her hands off, she went back to sit on the couch.*

Everton: *Once she was down, he answered her question.* Knowing that the phone wasn't going to wake me, yes I did. It was a pleasant change. How was your weekend?

Dagny: Awh, it was okay, worked, saw ah movie, and took care of mista bones. It's like havin' a kid, don't mind tellin' ya. *Sitting back against the couch, she pulled her knees up under her and smiled at him.*

Everton: And do you like the idea of having a kid, Dagny? *He reached out and touched her calf as he asked the question.*

Dagny: Awh, ah've always wanted kids, my ma always wanted lots of kids, just never did. Ah think they are wonderful little blessin's. *Smiling she put her hand over his and looked at him.* What about ya?

Everton: *He shrugged a little.* I never really thought about it. Once I'd set my sights on the priesthood, children were out of the picture.

Dagny: Ah, dats true. Don't t'ink dat was first t'in' on ya mind. *Her fingers intertwine with his and she closed her eyes.* Ain't somet'in' ah t'ink about either.

Everton: *He brought her hand up and kissed the back.* You have Mister Bones, now. He'll probably listen better than a child ever would.

Dagny: Dats true. We'll see how it goes, iffen he don't die, den ah know ah'm good. *Moving forward, she snuggled back against him.*

Everton: *He wrapped an arm around her and leaned a little against her.* I think he'll be just fine, honey.

Dagny: Meh too. *Snuggling up against him, she put his cheek on his shoulder and kissed his knuckles.* He's ah strong daggie. Didja ever have ah daggie?

Everton: *He shook his head.* No. No pets allowed in the orphanage.

Dagny: *Frowning, she is silent for a moment before kissing his shoulder.* Ya didn't like it dare, didja?

Everton: It's all I can remember.

Dagny: Ah didn't really answer da question.

Everton: *He smiled and glanced down at her.* It wasn't so bad. Not really. I mean, sure, I didn't have any parents. But I had more siblings then I would have had ptherwise.

Dagny: Da ya keep in touch wit da kids ya grew up with dare? *Her hand continues to move up and down his arm, looking over the top of the couch every once in awhile to make sure Bones is okay.*

Everton: Some of them. *He watched her hand, smiling faintly.* What about you? Do you keep in touch with the kids you grew up withj?

Dagny: Ah still talk wit mah best friend Liz, and mah brotha. Ah kinda freaked out when ah was in high school, so ah didn't get ta do a lot of high school stuff. *She shrugged.*

Everton: *He nodded, only barely able to imagine what that must have been like.* That's good that you keep in touch with the,.

Dagny: *Turning in his arms, she draped his leg over his and looked up at him.* Didja do all that high school kinda stuff?

Everton: *He nodded.* You meant prom and football games and stuff? Yeah. I was on the football team. Dates a cheerleader.

Dagny: Really?! *She gave him a wide eyed look, completely surprised. She didn't think he did that kind of stuff.* Really? Ya had ah cheerleader girlfriend and ya was on da football team?

Everton: Very cliché, I know. I think it was my attempt to convince myself that I was normal. Of course, in a Catholic high school, normal is relative.

Dagny: Why didja t'ink ya wasn't normal? *All of a sudden she got a goofy grin on her face.* Ah kissed ah jock.

Everton: Wasn't normal because I didn't have parents. *He winked at her and smiled.* Yes, you did. Us cop types tend to be jocks, you know.

Dagny: Butcha were wit other people who didn't have parents neither. *Grinning a bit more, she slid her hand up his chest and then slowly kissed his mouth.* Ah didn't know, ain't never met no one like ya before.

Everton: The kids I lived with didn't. But there weren't that many of us at the high school. *He responded to the kiss with a faint moan, then pulled her closer.*

Dagny: Dat musta been hard for ya. *She whispered against his mouth, tilting her head slightly so her lips brushed against his. Her chest was right up against his, and his strong arms felt good around her. She had missed him, and was very glad he was back.*

Everton: *After a moment he pulled her into a another, deeper kiss. He shouldn't be doing it and he knew it. But he'd missed her, too.*

Dagny: *Moaning softly, she wrapped an arm around his neck and slowly opened her mouth to him. Lightly she pushed at his mouth with her tongue, eager to taste him.*

Everton: *His tongue touched hers a moment, then he pulled back to look at her. He didn't say anything, then smiled faintly at her.*

Dagny: *Another weak moan before he pulled back. Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against his and then pulled back as well. Touching her lips she turned in his arms and laid back against his chest, this seemed to be a bit safer.*

Everton: How was work? What movie did you see? *He got her settled against him and laid his cheek against her hair.*

Dagny: Work was ohkay, ahlways meet interestin' people at work. Ah saw "From Here ta Eternity." Wit Montgomery Clift and Frank Sinatra. *She played with his hand as they talked.* Got popcorn and milk duds, ah shouldn't have dough, ah shouldn't be spendin' money like dat.

Everton: Sometimes you have to do things for yourself, sweetie. *He linked his fingers with hers and squeezed slightly.*

Dagny: Ah, ah do plenty fa mahself, ah'm blessed wit what ah have. *Picking up his hand she put her palm to his, studying intently how they lined up.*

Everton: What are you thinking about right now, Dagny?

Dagny: Ah'm t'inkin' 'bout how big ya hands are. How strong ya are, how handsome. *Her cheeks blush furiously as she presses her face into his shoulder.*

Everton: *He smiled faintly and nodded.* Well, thank you, honey.

Dagny: Mmhmm. *Still bright red, she swallowed hard and pulled her hand away from his. Her palms were sweating, so she rubbed them against her thigh. She always managed to feel like a school girl with a crush around him.* Ah-ah jus' talk sometimes, just babble on, say silly thangs.

Everton: It's okay, Dagny. You are welcome to babble on all you want. It's kind of nice to just sit here with nothing else to do.

Dagny: ah ain't borin' ya? Ah mean, we could watch tv, or ah can get ya somet'in' ta eat.

Everton: *He hugged her with his other arm and shook his head.* No, Dagny, you aren't boring me.

Dagny: *Nodding, she turned her head to give him a little smile before putting her cheek against his shoulder. Closing her eyes she started to rub his arm once more.*

Everton: *He rested his head against her hair again and smiled.* I like this, honey. It's comfortable.

Dagny: Ah get de impression dat ya don't get comfortable a lot. *Shifting on the couch she sighed softly, suddenly caught off guard by memories of them together.*

Everton: No, I don't usually. I don't often have time.

Dagny: Ya should relax more, John. *Very slowly she pulled away from him and gave him a smile.* Ah'm gonna get tea, would ya like some?

Everton: Sure. Some tea would be nice.

Dagny: *Sighing she moved to the kitchen, putting the kettle on she got down two mugs and then the tea.*

Everton: *He shifted on the couch after looking over the back to check on the dog. Laying down, he toed his shoes off, then put his arm over his eyes. He had, like he'd told her, slept over the weekend. He'd left out that it had been liquor and drug induced.*

Dagny: *The kettle whistled loudly and she took it off the heat, pouring the water over the bags, she added honey to her tea before taking the mugs out to the coffee table. Setting both of them down, she sat on the edge of the couch, slowly rubbing his chest she frowned.*

Everton: *He reached for her hand and covered it as she rubbed his chest. He could feel her frown and sighed softly.* What's wrong, honey?

Dagny: Ya jus' look worn out. Ah'm worried 'bout ya. *Smiling a little bit, she finally lent forward and kissed his forehead gently.*

Everton: *He moved his arm and gave her a soft smile.* That's very sweet, Dagny. I'm okay. I've just had too much time with nothing to do.

Dagny: Ya shoulda stuck around here dis weekend, we coulda done stuff ta fill ya time. *Her voice was soft, her fingers still moving over his shirt slowly.*

Everton: I see that, now. And you're right, I should have. *He exhaled softly, then reached up and touched her cheek.* You really are a sweetheart.

Dagny: *Bowing her head, she looked down at him, leaning into his touch she sighed softly.* Is dat ah good t'in'? *Putting her hand on the other side of him, she kissed his cheek lightly.*

Everton: Yes. It's a good thing. *He reached up and urged her to lay against him, a smile on his lips.*

Dagny: Ah'd t'ink ya'd go fer someone different from meh. *She finally admitted, laying down next to him. Her leg draped over his as she snuggled close.*

Everton: *He gave a faint shrug, then kissed her hair.* You mean someone in some boring career, with aspirations to be a CEO or something?

Dagny: Ah mean someone sexy an' allurin'. Ya a handsome man, an' ya should have someone like dat. *Sitting up, she laughed and rubbed her forehead. Licking her lips, she finally turned back to him and climbed up on to him, her head on his shoulder.*

Everton: *He got both arms around her waist and chuckled.* I think you are sexy and alluring, Dagny. And unique. And plenty interesting.

Dagny: *Her cheeks turned bright red and she pressed her face against his neck.* Thank ya, tee-John. Ain't no one ever tell me dat before.

Everton: Well, shame on them. Because you are. *He kissed her hair as he hugged her a little tighter.* If they are too blind to see it, then it is their loss, isn't it.

Dagny: Yes, it is. *Lifting her head she smiled at him before kissing him deeply. Her fingers combed through his hair, brushing it away from his forehead as she continued to kiss him. Practically floating on cloud nine from his words.*

Everton: *He let the kiss go, letting himself settle into it. His arms tightened a little more and he whimpered softly against her mouth. After a moment, his tongue brushed her lips, then pulled back, walking that fine line where eventually he would not turn back.*

Dagny: *His tongue was a tease, and for a moment, she thought about going after him, about holding him down on the couch and kissing him until they just couldn't breathe any more. But she didn't she held back, and just continued to kiss him, moaning very softly.*

Everton: *After a few moments, he pulled back a little and smiled at her.* Beautiful Dagny. I feel very fortunate to share this with you.

Dagny: Would ya like me ta stop? Ah can move, get away. . .ya know, iffen ya feelin' uncomfortable. *Swallowing, she brushed her bangs away from her eyes.*

Everton: I like you laying on me. It makes me feel grounded. Could we just lay here for a little while, Dagny? *He was trying to keep from sounding as desperate as he felt.*

Dagny: *Nodding, she caressed his cheek lightly before putting her head on his chest and closing her eyes.* Yes, dats fine, John. We dun need ta do nothin'

Everton: I'm getting there, Dagny. I think. It's just a lot of conditioning to go again. Including the fact that I was raised to think of it as a sin.

Dagny: Ah know, ah ain't tryin' ta pressure ya, John. Ah dun want ta make ya feel bad or nothin'. *Shrugging she rubbed his arm gently.* Ah didn't know it was ah sin.

Everton: The Bible says you shouldn't have sex outside of marriage. I don't completely agree with it, but it's still hard to get past that. *He squeezed her, then kissed her hair.* I'm trying to work it out in my head.*

Dagny: Oh, ahkay, ah mean ah guess dat makes sense. *Still frowning, she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.* It's ahkay, ah dun need ta pressure ya

Everton: I know you don't, honey. But I can tell that you'd like to try. When I'm ready, I promise.

Dagny: Well, ya a handsome man, and ah like ya. Wouldn't it be weird iffen ah didn't?

Everton: *He smiled slowly and nodded.* Yeah. Maybe a little.

Dagny: Ain't a bad t'in' den. *She gave a relived smile.* Ah've been waitin' my whole life, ah can wait more.

Everton: I just want it to be right. *He kissed her hair again and sighed softly.*

Dagny: Why ya t'ink it wouldn't be right? Ah want it ta be right ta, John. Ah really do.

Everton: Right now, I don't think it would be right because I'm not in the right place. I'm exhausted, honey. And I'm not right with it just yet. *He sighed softly, now wondering if bringing it up with he was tired had been a good idea.*

Dagny: Ah'm not askin' for it now, ah mean, we dun have ta talk about it now. *It wasn't that hard for her to actually read his thoughts, especially since he was tired. Slowly, she got up off of him and offered him her hands.* Lets go ta bed, wouldja like dat?

Everton: *Nodding, he took her hands and stood, letting her lead him into the bedroom.*

Dagny: Jus' relax. Jus' lay down an' ah can holdja kay? *Her voice was soft as she turned the lights down low and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. Pulling away, she went to the bathroom to change into her night clothes.*

Everton: *He stripped down to his boxer briefs and laid down in the bed. Eventually, he would think about why he slept better in her bed than in his own. But, for now, he would just accept it and get comfortable. Laid down, he closed his eyes and sighed, waiting for her to join him.*

Dagny: *Dagny brushed her teeth and put her hair up in a scarf before going out to the living room. She turned everything off in the living room before coming to the bedroom. She liked seeing him in her bed, not only did it arouse her, but she felt so safe with him there. Laying down next to him, she grabbed her stuffed elephant and pulled the sheets up around them. Pressing close, she stroked his hair gently as she got comfortable.*

Everton: *He pressed into her touch and sighed softly.* Thank you, honey. *He got an arm around her and kissed her forehead.* Sleep well.

Dagny: Ya ta, John. Ah'll make ya breakfast in da mornin'. *Kissing his cheek, she nuzzled his cheek. Putting her forehead to his temple she slowed her breathing and started to doze off.*

Everton: *He closed his eyes and finally relaxed, falling asleep almost immediately.*

Administrative Leave (RP Log)

lapsedsaint — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 14:26:44 GMT

Dagny: *On her day off, she went grocery shopping and cleaned her apartment, everything put away, she went out for a walk. She spent most of her days off keeping to herself, reading in the park next to her apartment. When she got back, she went to work on the non-fat cheesecake recipe she had stumbled on. She had no idea what she would do with the damn thing, but cooking was therapeutic and one of the only things she could do well.*

Everton: *He had been forced to take the day off. It wasn't something he would have ever done willingly. But his handler had been worried after the shooting and barred John from the building. That meant he was limited in what he could do. Being a man of habit, he went to the bar and got drunk. Then he went to Dagny's.*

Dagny: *Licking strawberry sauce from her fingers, she looked up when the buzzer sounded from downstairs. Frowning a little bit, she buzzed whoever was down there up.*

Everton: *He came up and knocked on the door before leaning against the wall next to it, waiting and humming softly to himself.*

Dagny: *Brushing bangs away from her face she opened up the door and looked a little surprised to see him there. Smiling brightly she opened the door a bit more to let him in.* Hello, John.

Everton: *He came in and smiled at her before moving into the living room.* Hello, Dagny. *Once in the living room, he turned back to face her and gave her a wink.*

Dagny: *Shutting the door and locking it behind them, she moved deeper into the living room. Leaning against the wall, she watched him with some amusement, especially when he winked at her.* John ah ya drunk?

Everton: *He thought for a moment, licked his lips, then nodded.* Yeah. I am.

Dagny: *Laughing she pushed off the wall and walked into the kitchen.* Can ah get ya somet'in', now? Coffee, ah drink?

Everton: *Licking his lips again, he sat down on the couch as he spoke.* A drink would be good.

Dagny: *Getting two glasses, she dropped ice into them and poured two scotches. Taking them out to the living room, she sat down next to him and offered him a glass.*

Everton: *He took the glass and took a drink before turning to face her.* I wasn't sure you'd be home. I'm glad you are.

Dagny: Yea, it's mah day off. Don't do a lot, 'cept stay home, relax. *Smiling, she sipped the drink and then leaned against the couch.* What ya doin' here?

Everton: I don't know. *He looked around and sighed softly, honestly not sure what had brought him to her door.*

Dagny: Ah'm glad ya here. How ya been, work goin' okay? *Reaching over, she lightly stroked the back of his head.*

Everton: *He leaned into the touch of her hand against his hair and sighed softly.* I've been banned from work for the week.

Dagny: Ah week? Why? *Her eyebrows go up and she moves closer, kneeling on the middle cushion.*

Everton: *He turned to face her and nodded.* Yeah. A week. *He finished his drink and set the glass aside.* I shot a kid.

Dagny: Ah kid? *Her hand slid down from the back of his head, she put her hand in her lap.* Why ya gone and done dat?

Everton: It was her or me. And after me, who knows what else. *He sighed and looked away, leaning back against the couch.*

Dagny: She was gonna kill ya? *Frowning, she inches a little closer, watching him intently as she probes at his thoughts just the tiniest bit.* What happened, John?

Everton: *He glanced back at her, feeling the probing. He actually figured it was easier to let her look than explain anything. He bowed his head and exhaled slowly. In his mind the constant loop of what had happened played in his head. The girl had escaped the lab by using her mind to blow a hole in the wall. When John had finally caught up with her, she tried to drop a half constructed building on him. That's when he'd shot her. As she died, she'd begged him to let her live, promising that she'd be a good girl.*

Dagny: *A shudder ran down her spine as she watched what happened in his head. Very slowly she put her forehead against his head and took a deep breath. She felt bad for him, having to see that, or to make that decision. Kissing his temple and then his cheek, her nose nuzzling at him as she tried to comfort him.* It's ahkay.

Everton: *He gave a little shrug, then leaned his head against hers.* No. It's not. But thank you for saying that.

Dagny: Ah wish ah could take it ahway from ya. *Cupping his cheek, she lightly kissed his mouth.* So ya wouldn't see it nah more.

Everton: *He pressed his forehead against hers and sighed in drunken exhaustion.* Thanks, Dagny. But I think I'd want to keep it. It's important to remember what you've done.

Dagny: *Holding on to him tightly, she rubbed his arm and shoulder for a moment before she pulled back. Standing up, she took his hands and tried to tug him to his feet.* Come wit me, ahkay?

Everton: *He stood up at her tug, his eyes narrowed in confusion.* Okay, honey. Where are we going?

Dagny: Ya gonna take off ya clothes and either go ta bed or take ah hot bath. It'll relax ya. *Wrapping an arm around his waist she started to move into the bedroom with him.* Den when ya wake up, ya'll have dinner wit meh.

Everton: You're just trying to get me out of my clothes. *He chuckled softly and let her lead him into the bedroom.* Are you going to undress me? Or am I gong to have to do it msyelf?

Dagny: *Her cheeks turned a bright pink, and she looked down at the floor, her hands clasped at each other.* Ah, ah ain't tryin' ta do dat John. Really. Ya can do it yaself, ah won't look. *Stepping away from him, she looked away.*

Everton: *He touched her cheek and gave her a soft kiss.* You can look, if you want.

Dagny: *Swallowing hard, she lifted her head and watched him from under her eyelashes.*

Everton: *Since he hadn't been working, he was dressed casually in slacks and a polo shirt. His shirt came off first and he tossed it on the bed as he slipped out of his loafers. His socks came off next, then his slacks. He stood in front of her wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a drunken grin.* So, should I take a bath or pass out?

Dagny: *Slowly she picked up his clothes as he discarded them, every time he dropped some thing she picked it up and hung it up. Her hands shook as she caught sight of him, the tip of her tongue moved over her bottom lip. He looked so good, so hot, she wanted him, badly.* Yah can do whatevah ya want. Ah can draw ya a bath. . .

Everton: *He thought for a few moments, then nodded.* Okay. A bath, then I'll pass out, assuming I don't drown.

Dagny: Ah won't let ya drown. *Her voice was soft as she walked to the bathroom and ran the water. Kneeling down by the tub, she made sure the water was nice and warm, with a wash cloth set out and a bar of soap.*

Everton: *He followed her into the bathroom and smiled softly as he watched her. Once the tub was mostly full, he touched her shoulder.* If you are going to close your eyes, now would be the time. *He pulled back and stripped his briefs off before moving to climb into the tub.*

Dagny: *She bowed her head and adverted her eyes, well, for the most part. She couldn't help sneaking a glance over at him, she wished she had more courage to say something, to touch him, but she kept to herself. Moving away from him, she stood up, keeping her eyes on the sink.* Yah want me ta sit wit ya?

Everton: *He watched the way she was acting and pulled the washcloth into the tub of cover himself.* It's up to you, Dagny. If it'll make you uncomfortable, then go.

Dagny: *Silent for a good long while, she wrung her hands together.* Ah'll be out in de kitchen, ah gotta clean up. *She banged into the toilet as she made her way to the door. Rubbing her knee she blushed furiously before straightening and giving him a bit of a grin.* yah ah handsome man, John. Ya really are. Ah jus' dought ya should know dat.

Everton: Thank you, Dagny. *He watched her, then settled back in the tub. He sank into the water and closed his eyes, letting the water relax him. His hands slipped into the water, covering himself as he started to doze.*

Dagny: *Dagny cleaned up the kitchen, making sure everything was ready for dinner. A good while later she walked back into the bathroom and knelt by the tub. Watching him for longer then appropriate she finally touched his cheek with the edge of the wash cloth.* John, ya gonna turn inta a prune.

Everton: *His eyes opened and he smiled softly at her.* Yeah, I probably am. Hi.

Dagny: Hi. *Giving him a shy smile, she paused before leaning in and kissing his mouth very lightly.* Let me get you a towel.

Everton: Okay. *He nodded, smiling softly.* Are you going to lay with me, Dagny?

Dagny: Iffen ya want me ta, John. *Pulling back, she stood up and got the soft green towel from the back of the door and held it out to him as she looked away.*

Everton: *He got out of the tub and stepped into the towel. He took it from her and wrapped himself up in it. Then he gave her a kiss.* It's up to you, Dagny. I know you want to make dinner. But I think you also want to lay with me.

Dagny: Ah'll lay wit ya, for ah bit, ahkay? *Rubbing his back with the edge of the towel, she moved away and then headed into the bedroom. She slipped of her shoes, humming softly she pulled back the covers for them and then sat down on the edge of the bed.*

Everton: *He finished drying himself off, then pulled his briefs back on. He didn't want to put either of them in too uncomfortable position. He joined her in the bedroom and sat down next to her. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.* You are a good woman, Dagny.

Dagny: Ah am? *Lifting her head, she gave him a smile and then reached over to touch his cheek.* Ah t'ink ya a good man too, John. Real good man, tryin' ta do da right t'in'. *She knew what those words meant, really. She was a good woman, she took care of people, but she just didn't have that thing that did it for guys.* How 'bout ya lay down, huh?

Everton: *He nodded and got himself laid down in the bed. He got himself settled, then held an arm open for her.*

Dagny: *Looking at him, she licked her lips before moving close to him and finally laying down in his arms. Lightly she put her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.*

Everton: *He kissed her hair and smiled faintly as he closed his eyes. He wasn't certain that he would sleep, but he would relax, at least. For a little while.*

Dagny: *She didn't sleep, she just rested against him, her fingers making slow patterns over his chest. The touches were innocent, just feeling his heat and the way his chest rose and fell under her. As her mind wandered her fingers ended up going lower, right to his navel, before she stopped herself.*

Everton: *Her hand actually lulled him to sleep, his breathing finally slowing. Her hand also aroused him, his body acting on its own while he slept.*

Dagny: *When she realized what she had been doing, her heart stopped and her whole body froze. Licking her lips she opened her eyes and watched as her fingers moved slowly over the crotch of his briefs. She was a horrible, horrible woman for doing this, but she wanted to feel him, just a little bit.*

Everton: *He groaned softly and shifted a little on the bed before settling again. He didn't wake up, but his body responded a little more to her.*

Dagny: *Her hand moved over him a bit more before sitting up, and letting him go. She was taking advantage of a sleeping man, she was truly pathetic. Shaking, she got up from the bed and took a deep breath.*

Everton: *He rolled toward her when she moved, his arm reaching for her. He grunted again, his eyelids fluttering before he settled again.*

Dagny: *Turning back to look at him, she took a deep breath and crouch down on the bed. Leaning over him she kissed down his throat and to his chest.*

Everton: *He rolled back toward his back, whimpering softly. His fingers touched her hair and he gave a soft grunt at the kisses. He was coming a bit more toward wakefulness, but still not enough to realize what she was doing. To him, it was a dream.

Dagny: *Even as she felt worse about herself, she continued touching and caressing him. Her hands moved over his sides and then up over his chest, she knew he would wake up and push her away. This would be the only way she would be able to have him, the thought nearly made her weep.*

Everton: *He finally woke up enough to register what she was doing. His hand settled on her shoulder as he croaked from above her.* Dagny, what are you doing?

Dagny: Ah'm sorry. Ah jus' wanted ta kiss ya. *Shrinking back, she slowly moves away from him, her cheeks bright red as she sits on the edge of the bed.* Ah ain't a good woman.

Everton: *He caught her arm and pulled her back to him.* Yes. You are.

Dagny: *Falling against his chest, she groaned and closed her eyes.* Nah, ah touched ya when yas was asleep . . .ah'm sorry John.

Everton: *He tilted her head up and gave her a kiss. His vow was in danger, he knew it, but he needed a physical comfort that all the prayer and all the confession could not supply for him.*

Dagny: *Groaning she tilted her face up and kissed him deeply, her arm moving under his neck as she pressed her body up against his. Maybe, since he kissed her like this,it would be okay.*

Everton: *Keeping the kiss going, he rolled under she was under him and he was cradled between her legs. His tongue lightly touched her lips, seeking a deeper kiss.*

Dagny: *On her back, she spread her legs for him, her hands moving up his back as she opened her mouth to him. Her hands slid up his shoulders as her tongue touched his, lapping at him eagerly.*

Everton: *After a few moments he pulled back and looked down at her.* What do you want, honey? I need you to be very specific.

Dagny: *Swallowing hard she looked down at them, so close, so very close, she could pull off her panties and he could have her. Closing her eyes, she put her head on her pillow.* C-could you use your fingers on me?

Everton: How? Tell me how you would like them. *He kissed her neck and pressed against her.*

Dagny: *She had no idea, well, she did, but to actually say it? That was embarrassing, and she didn't know the right words.* B-between meh legs.

Everton: *He nodded and shifted against her so he could get a hand between them. With his lips against her neck, lightly kissing and nipping, he ran his hand over her belly and between her legs.*

Dagny: *Her eyelids fluttered shut, her body shaking under his as she let him touch her. His fingers felt amazing against skin that hadn't been touched like this, in a long time. Men had touched her before, but never this gentle, and she had never wanted it so badly before. Her panties were soaked, and she was burning hot.*

Everton: *He rubbed against the damp fabric as he kissed his way to her ear. Applying a little more pressure, he whispered in her ear.* You want me to stop, you just have to say it. Won't do anything you don't want.

Dagny: N-no, it feels good. *She moaned up against him, her heart pounding in her chest as she rocked his hips. She knew she wouldn't be able to last long.* Can ya put . . . 'em inside meh?

Everton: *He groaned against her neck, then pushed the crotch of her panties out of the way. He rubbed two fingertips between her lips, lightly brushing over her clit as he spread moisture.*

Dagny: *Even at the slight touch she goes crazy. Eyes wide, she groaned loudly as she came, her pussy clenching and quivering as she has a much needed orgasm. Fingers grab at his back, and she whimpers against his shoulder as her hips buck wildly.*

Everton: *He whimpered and slid one finger just barely inside her. She was bucking too roughly for anything more than the tease.*

Dagny: *When he pushes the finger inside of her she stills, gasping, heart racing as she let him finger her.* Ah, John, dat feels good. More? Jus' a little?

Everton: *He pushed his finger a little deeper inside her, then started to rock it. His lips started a hickey on her neck as he whimpered against her neck at her heat.*

Dagny: *His finger feels amazing, especially since she's so tight, her cunt continued to tug and squeeze at him, pulling him deeper.* Wwhat can ah do fa ya?

Everton: This is good for me, baby. *He pushed his finger a little deeper with each stroke inside her. He curled his finger up and rubbed against that forward wall, wanting her to have the full experience.*

Dagny: *The curl of his finger hit something inside of her, a spot that no one ever touched before, that drove her absolutely wild. She came again, her lips pressed to his shoulder as she moaned loudly. Her body shook, limbs covered in a light sweat as she clung to him.*

Everton: *He stilled his finger inside her and started another hickey on a different spot. His thumb brushed against her clit.*

Dagny: *Every time he brushes against her clit her body jerks and she squeezes his finger. Coming down from her second orgasm she goes limp against the bed. Reaching up, she rubs the back of his head.* Dat's good, John, t'ank ya.

Everton: *He slowly pulled his finger out of her. He brought his hand up and licked at the finger that had been inside her. He whimpered, then went back to kissing her neck.*

Dagny: Do ya like da taste of meh? *She whispered into his ear, her eyes wide after watching him lick her up. Squirming under him she licked her own lips.* Would ya like ta taste more?

Everton: *He lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes bright with need.* Do you want me to?

Dagny: *She can see the need in his eyes and nodded quickly before smiling.* Yes, ah'm sure. Ah want ya ta feel good.

Everton: *He started to move down her, then stopped. He blinked, then pressed a kiss to the top of her breast and put his head down. Hugging her, he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.*

Dagny: What's wrong, John? *Her hands moved up and down his shoulders and then up to the back of his head. Bowing her head she kissed the top of his head and held him tightly.* Did ah do someti'in' wrong?

Everton: No, Dagny, you didn't do anything wrong. *He pressed against kiss against her as he settled closer.* I think I'm going to go back to sleep for a little while longer.

Dagny: *Frowning deeply she bowed her head and kissed his forehead, taking a deep breath she sagged back against the bed.* Is dare somet'ing ah can do? Ya can sleep, but somet'in' more den dat.

Everton: I don't know that I could stop with just that. So I'm going to stop before it becomes an issue.

Dagny: Maybe, some othea time, can we da more? *She frowned a little bit.*

Everton: *He nodded.* Yes. Sometime when I'm more sober, maybe.

Dagny: *Smiling a little bit, she started to wiggle out from under him, pulling the blankets back up around them.*

Everton: *He let her move away from him, settling himself laying on his stomach. He got one arm around a pillow and hugged it under his hand as his eyes closed.*

Dagny: *She nuzzled him gently to try and get him on to his back or side.* Let meh lay wit ya? Please, can ya hold meh?

Everton: *He rolled onto his side and got an arm around her. He hugged her to his body and rested his head against her shoulder.*

Dagny: *Snuggling up to him, she closes her eyes and smiled happily against his shoulder. A few minutes later she was dozing slightly against his chest.*

Everton: *This time, he fell heavily asleep, snoring softly after a relatively short time.*

Soberity and Sleeping Arrangements (RP Log)

lapsedsaint — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 06:53:58 GMT

Dagny: *Dagny stopped on the store on the way home, she got all the things she needed to start the meal. It was hard for her to find the andouille but managed to get to the butcher shop right before it closed. She wanted to make him a traditional New Orleans meal, so it was Jambalaya with sausage and shrimp, with pecan pie for dessert. As everything cooked, she hummed softly and tided up the place, setting the table before changing out of her work clothes and into a floral print dress.*

Everton: *He arrived at her building and buzzed. He was still dressed for work, having barely made it on time. He found that he wanted to get angry at the person who delayed him, which made no sense, given his declaration that he was not interested in Dagny in a romantic sense. Yet, here he was, getting ready to have dinner with her.*

Dagny: *Hearing the buzzer, she turned down the heat under the Jambalaya and then walked to the box near the door. Pushing the buzzer, she lent and spoke into the speaker.* C'mon, up, da door is open.

Everton: Thanks. *He pulled the door open and started up the stairs. When he reached the second floor, he opened the door and let himself in. Following his nose, he went to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, watching her.*

Dagny: *She rummaged around in the kitchen for a bit more, before turning to him and smiling. It was a little shaky, she had been abstaining from drinking ever since their conversation. Dipping the spoon in the mix, she blew on it softly before walking over to him and offering it to him, her hand under the spoon.*

Everton: *He leaned forward and took the offered taste. He licked his lips, then smiled and nodded.* That's good. *Then the spice hit him and he smiled more.* Very good.

Dagny: *She beamed happily at him and then finished off the rest of what was on the spoon. Turning back to the stove, she hummed to herself before wiping her hands off and going to the fridge.* Yah lookin' nice ta day, John. Get ya a beer?

Everton: Beer? Oh, yes, please. *He ran his hand over his tie and chuckled.* I just got off work.

Dagny: How was work? *She got a beer and opened the bottle before walking over and handing it to him.*

Everton: *He took the beer, his fingers brushing against her hand.* Long. Like every day.

Dagny: *Her smile faltered when she felt his fingers, her heart started to race, and slowly pulled back. Her cheeks were pink as she turned back to the stove.* Well it's all over now, can ya get da plates?

Everton: Of course. *He set his beer down and moved into the kitchen. He found the plates easily enough, but not before brushing against her a couple times.* Where am I taking these?

Dagny: *She kept forgetting what she was suppose to do, or what came next, he was so close, and she was trying to be good. If he wanted her, wanted to kiss her, he would have to make the first move.* Leave 'em here, gotta put da food on 'em. Go sit, ah'll take it out ta ya.

Everton: *Chuckling softly, he took his beer with him out into the dining room. Once he sat down, he took another sip and closed his eyes.*

Dagny: *She puts rice on the plates and then Jambalaya on top, making sure he gets the one with the more sausage and shrimp. Picking up both plates she walked out to the table and sets one down in front of him and the other in front of her place as she sits.* Ah hope ya like it.

Everton: *Smiling across at her, he raises his beer in toast, then took another drink. The next thing he did was take a bite and groan happily. The taste had been a tease, the food was amazing.* Wow, Dagny, this is good.

Dagny: *She nodded and took a sip of her own beer, smiling she rubbed her thumb over the neck of the bottle as she watched him. At his compliment, her face lit up and she took a bite of her own, not to bad.* It's mah ma's recipe.

Everton: It's really good, Ms Taggart. Really good. *He gave her another grin, then dug in like a man who had not eaten in days. He had only skipped lunch, but he ran so hot that it was more than enough to make him feel like he was starving.*

Dagny: *She watched him with a rather tender smile, as if she was his care taker, trying to make sure he ate enough and took care of himself. Shaking her head, she sipped her beer before working on her own food.* Save room fa dessert, yea?

Everton: *He looked up and grinned at her.* Dessert?

Dagny: Course! ah made pie, pecan, dat okay? didn't know what ya'd like. *She brushed bangs out of her eyes as she smiled at him.*

Everton: Yes. Yes, that's perfect. *He grinned up at her and raised his beer to her again.* You're a good woman.

Dagny: *Her cheeks turned pink and she shook her head.* Ah ain't, just tryin' ta do da right t'ing. Yah should have some ta take care of ya.

Everton: *He found himself shaking his head.* No, Dagny. That would be a sentence to a life of boredom for whoever took it on.

Dagny: Why da ya say dat? *Raising her head, she watched him, pushing around her food with her fork.* Mah ma was married ta my pa fer twenty-five years, didn'do nothin' excitin' 'cept fish. She was mighty happy.

Everton: I'm never home, Dagny. My stuff sits in my house in Boston. I go see it every few weeks.

Dagny: Den dat wouldn't be boredom, dat would be loneliness. *She pointed out softly before taking a few more bites.*

Everton: Oh, it would be boredom, too. I'm married to my work. Even when I'm home, I'm working.

Dagny: Well, mabe one day ya'll find a woman who's okay with dat. *Pointing to his plate, she smiled.* Would ya like more?

Everton: *He looked down and discovered he had eaten it all. He gave her a sheepish grin and nodded.* Please.

Dagny: *Standing up easily, she took his plate, turning she walked into the kitchen. Putting another helping on the plate, she walked back to the table and sat it down in front of him.* Ya welcome, John.

Everton: *He looked up at her, the scene looking ridiculously like something out of an old movie. He held her gaze for just a moment, then turned his attention to the food in front of him.* Thanks.

Dagny: What's wrong, ya t'ink ah should be in an apron tellin' da Beave ta come in for dinner? *She gave him a rather amused smile before sitting down and tucking a leg under her.*

Everton: No! No, not at all. I... *He scowled slightly, then smirked.* Movies, not TV. I never was much some for television.

Dagny: Dunno many movie moms. *Picking up her fork, she starts eating slowly once more.* Ain't notta t'in', ah always wanted ta be a mom. Ya know makin' lunches and dinner. Ah always wanted ta be like my ma, she was da best person ah ever knew.

Everton: *He let a silence stretch between them, completely unsure what to say. He had no basis of reference past old movies that the nuns let them watch on Friday nights when the parishioners played bingo downstairs. He was, however, careful to keep the memory buried, just like he'd been taught. The less people knew about him, the better, that's what they told him.*

Dagny: *The silence was normal, that she could deal with, but there was a deeper silence that caught her off guard. There was always some sort of noise except when he threw up barriers, and for some reason she felt hurt because of it. Frowning she put her hand over his, an attempt to reassure, to comfort even though she didn't know why. Standing up, she picked up her plate and her bottle of beer, walking back to the kitchen she started to do the dishes.*

Everton: *He narrowed his eyes slightly, then looked after her.* Dagny, wait. Come back.

Dagny: *Frowning, she walked back to the table, wiping her hands on a towel as she stood by him.* Whut is it John?

Everton: *He reached for her hand and squeezed it.* Thank you, really.

Dagny: *Smiling she rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb.* Ya welcome, ya always welcome here.

Everton: *He nodded slightly and bowed his head.* No one's ever said that to me before.

Dagny: *Frowning, she knelt down next to him and looked up at him. Her fingers reached up to touch his cheek sighing very lightly.* Dat's ashame, da ya wanna talk about it?

Everton: *He gave her a weak shrug, then shook his head.* No, not really. Can't change the past.

Dagny: Naw, ya can't, but sometimes it nice ta talk. *Her fingers lightly run through the hair at his temples.*

Everton: *He leaned into her touch and smiled faintly.* Talking about it is all done. I talked myself out ages ago.

Dagny: Obviously not, other wise ya would be able ta talk 'bout it now. *Standing up, she continued to stroke his hair as she stepped close to his chair. Very gently she urged him to lean against her.*

Everton: *He exhaled very slowly, then wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face against her stomach. He didn't cry, he didn't display any emotion externally. In his mind, there was only a slight hiccup of unbridled emotion, then the static was back.*

Dagny: *Her fingers continued to move though his hair, murmuring nonsense under her breath as she held him. Sighing softly, she rubbed the back of his head.* It's okay, homme. *She tried not to pry into his thoughts, just provide comfort for him.*

Everton: *After a few moments, sounding very much like a little kid, he looked up at her and grinned.* Pie?

Dagny: *Beaming down at him she cupped his cheek and nodded. Moving back away from him she walked to the kitchen in order to get the pie.* Whipped cream or ice cream?

Everton: Ice cream.

Dagny: *Humming she cut out a slice of the warm pie, putting it on a plate before putting a scope of ice cream on the side. When she set down the plate in front of him she went back to her chair.*

Everton: *He watched her sit down across from him and sighed softly before digging into the pie. He groaned at the taste of that, too.* This is amazing, too. Your mother's recipe?

Dagny: Yea, ah get all of it from her. *Smiling she fiddled with her spoon, looking down at the table in front of them. She is more then pleased that he likes her cooking.*

Everton: *He glanced up at her after he'd finished half the pie and most of the ice cream. He tried to be mindful of where he was, but it did little to stop him from eating like a horse. She seemed not to mind. His mouth was full when he spoke.* What else did you get from her, honey?

Dagny: *She couldn't help but laughing when he spoke with his mouth full, it reminded her too much of her father and brother.* Ah, Johnny ya don't talk wit ya mouthful, boy. *Winking, she put her chin on the palm of her hand.* Learned how ta sew from her, and how ta take care of boo-boos. Lots of stuff.

Everton: *He swallowed, then raised an eyebrow.* Johnny? I haven't been called that in thirty years.

Dagny: Ah didn't know dat, ya not want me ta call ya dat? *Her eyebrows raised and she canted her head to the side.*

Everton: I didn't say that. Just commenting that it's been a long time.

Dagny: Ya jus' didn't look ta happy 'bout it, dats all. *Shrugging she got up and went back into the kitchen to get some ice cream. Coming back, she sat down and took a bite.*

Everton: It was more shock then anything, honey.

Dagny: Ah am shockin'. *Chuckling, she went back to playing with her ice cream.*

Everton: *Finishing off his plate, he carried all his dishes to the kitchen and got himself a fresh beer. When he came back it was his turn to stand next to her chair. He lightly touched her hair and smiled down at her.* I'm not mad at you, Dagny.

Dagny: *Her eyes close and she very slightly lent into his touch, tilting her head up she looked and him before bowing her head.* Am sorry ah said somet'ing, but ah was so happy. Ya made me very happy last night.

Everton: Even though I passed out like a classless wretch?

Dagny: Yah was sweet, layin' dare, it was nice ta take care of ya. *Her cheeks turned pink and she poked at her ice cream, her breathing a bit fast.*

Everton: *He let his fingers touch her cheek, staying a little longer then was polite, then moved back to his chair. He sat down and looked across at her, watching her as he sipped at his beer.* I promise not to pass out on your couch again tonight.

Dagny: *Whimpering very softly she rubbed her cheek up against his fingers until he pulled away. Taking a deep breath she looked up at him and smiled gently.* It wouldn't be ah bad t'ing.

Everton: You like me passing out on your couch?

Dagny: Ain't ah suppose ta? *Rubbing her forehead she felt her stomach flip over, she felt like she was always just saying the wrong things. She was a freak, in more ways then one.*

Everton: *He looked at her for another moment, then stood up. Waiting until she was looking at him, he headed for the couch and made a show of flopping down, making himself comfortable.*

Dagny: *Licking her lips she watched him, and then smiled brightly when he laid down on the couch. Picking up the rest of the things on the table she put them in the sink and tided up the kitchen. When she returned, she went to the couch and sat down next to him.* Is dis okay, me sittin' next ta ya?

Everton: *He toed his shoes off and settled himself, with his head resting on her thigh. He looked up at her and smiled.* Mind if I smoke?

Dagny: *She looked up at the open windows and then down at him, shaking her head.* Naw, go on. *Leaning back against the couch she started to play with his hair once more.*

Everton: *He got a cigarette out and lit, careful to blow the smoke away from her and not let the cigarette just hang in his mouth.* Thanks. I hate presuming. Everyone is so tobacco conscious these days.

Dagny: Ah don't mind. *Putting her hand on her fist she continued to touch him lightly. It was so novel, having someone in her apartment, having a man's head in her lap. She wondered if she was doing this right, if she smelled or something, and if he would notice.*

Everton: Stop worrying.

Dagny: W-w-what? what ah ya talkin' 'bout?

Everton: *He looked up at her and smiled as he took another puff.* Stop worrying. I'm not going to turn into the big, bad wolf and eat you. In fact, there is a good chance that I will fall asleep right here. *He took another long draw on his cigarette, then closed his eyes, still smiling.*

Dagny: Ah ain't 'fraid of ya, John. 'Fraid dat ah'll make a fool outta myself. *She murmured, watching him for a long moment. Finally, she looked away and shrugged just a little bit.* Can ah ask somet'in' for ya go fallin' asleep on meh?

Everton: Of course you can. *He broke the smoke back to his lips, the movement practiced, his eyes still closed.*

Dagny: Can ah kiss ya? Ah wanna kiss ya sober, so ah can remember it right. *Her stomach twisted and her fingers clutched at the couch.*

Everton: *He opened his eyes and looked up at her. He nodded, then sat up a little and mostly drained the beer to clear away the cigarette, dumping the butt into the bottle. Then he laid his head back down.* Yes.

Dagny: *Watching him she pressed her lips together and shifted under him, leaning down to make an attempt to kiss him. Of course it didn't work out very well, she couldn't lean down that far. Sitting back up, she took a deep breath, maybe this was a bad idea. Last night had been so easy, she couldn't even remember half of it.*

Everton: *He laid against her thigh for another minute before he sat up. He shifted on the couch until he was next to her, his hand on her cheek. He leaned close and kissed her softly, his lips moving slowly against hers.*

Dagny: *Her eyes closed and she turned her face toward him, her lips light and weak against his. A hand rested on top of his as she whimpered very softly and breathlessly. Her head was swimming from the tender kiss.*

Everton: *He pulled back slowly and smiled at her before settling back to lay down. A smile played at his lips as he closed his eyes.*

Dagny: *Keeping her eyes closed she touched her lips and took a deep breath. Resting her head back against the couch she smiled gently.* Dun wanna kiss no other man.

Everton: *He shifted a little closer to her and sighed softly, pretending not to have heard her. It was just easier if he hadn't heard her, not with him taking her in tomorrow.* Do you want me to go?

Dagny: *Opening her eyes, she frowned at him and turned quickly, her hands reaching out for him.* Why ya gonna go? Did ah did somet'in' wrong? Ah promise ah won't no more.

Everton: *He took her hand and held it against his chest. He shook his head and shifted a little more, getting comfortable on her thigh.* No, honey. You didn't do anything wrong. Not at all. I'll stay right here.

Dagny: *Settling back down she gave him a weak smile before going back against the couch. Her thumb played over his knuckles as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his heat against her thigh.* Ahkay den.

Everton: *He took a few slow, deep breath, settling fully. Despite the fact that this would be the second night he fell asleep on her couch - fully clothed - he was the calmest he'd been in a long time.* Now, Dagny, don't you spend all night being my pillow.

Dagny: Ah like bein' ya pillow, John. *She murmured, cracking an eye to look down at him with a shy smile. He looked so relaxed here in her lap, and it rubbed off on her.* Ya can lay out in da bed iffen ya like, ah can stay here.

Everton: I'm not going to take your bed, honey. I'm fine right here. *He smiled faintly.* Unless you are going to insist.

Dagny: Am, gonna. Ya shouldn't be cramped out here. *Reaching down with her free hand she caressed his cheek.* Ah'll hang up ya jacket and shirt so it won't get wrinkled.

Everton: *He gave a put upon sigh and sat up. Then he stood. Shaking his head in amusement, he stripped his jacket off. Underneath was his shoulder holster and his badge, both of which he pulled off. Tie came next, then his shirt, leaving him in a white a-shirt. He had some visible scratches and the bandage around his ribs was a bright white under his shirt. His left shoulder had a single bullet entry scar with no matching exit scar.* Now what?

Dagny: *Standing up, she couldn't help but watch him with wide eyes, he was handsome, no that wasn't the right, sexy was the right word for him. Sexy and dangerous, her eyes roamed over his chest she lightly touched his scar on his shoulder before taking his clothes from him. Without saying a word she walked into her bed room, she hung up his clothes and turned down the covers. Her room was over stuffed and warm, with bright, happy colors, a thick homemade quilt at the foot of her bed. She took a blanket and a ratty elephant from the bed and put them behind her back, her cheeks pink once more.* You can lay down.

Everton: *He looked at the bed, then looked at her.* And where are you going to sleep?

Dagny: Ah'll sleep on da couch. If dat would make ya feel comfortable. *She shrugged, not sure if he wanted her to sleep in the same bed as him.*

Everton: *He sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed his face.* Lay with me. You shouldn't sleep on the couch, not in your own place. I promise that I will be a perfect gentleman.

Dagny: Ah know ya will. *She said softly, walking to him she sat down on the bed next to him, putting the stuffed animal and blanket on the bed.* Yah ah good man, John, ah trust ya. *Kissing his cheek, she stood up and went to the bathroom to change into her pajamas and put her hair up in a handkerchief.*

Everton: *While she was getting ready, he emptied his pockets onto the nightstand, then laid down. He left the side she clearly slept on empty and pulled the covers up to his belly. He settled on his back and closed his eyes, starting to drift off before she was even done.*

Dagny: *Finished, she turned off the lights and checked the doors and windows before walking to the bed room. She shut the door just a bit, letting the dim light from the night light in the living room into the bedroom. Walking to the bed, she sank down next to him and pulled the covers up over her shoulder as she snuggled close to him.*

Everton: *Mostly asleep, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her to his side.*

Dagny: *Smiling happily she draped an arm over his chest before attempting to fall asleep. It was hard, but with him next to her, there to distract her, she eventually fell into a deep sleep.*

Cashed in Rain Check (RP Log)

lapsedsaint — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 06:14:08 GMT

Everton: *Everton was sitting at a table near the window, watching the world go by as he waited. His black eye was fading and his suit hid the various bruises and scratches from the run in that had caused him to miss dinner. In front of him was a mostly full beer and a mostly empty glass of scotch.*

Dagny: *Dagny showed up a few minutes later, she was feeling rather good. Her headache was gone for once and she had a decent buzz going on from the drinking she had done before being invited out. Re-shouldering her bag, she spotted John and paused for a moment, remembering the information she got about him. As she shook her head, the beads in her dreads clicked together, and without a without a second more of hesitation she walked to his table and sat down.*

Everton: *He looked up at her and smiled, then waved the waitress over.* Dagny, how are you?

Dagny: Ah'm fine, and ya? *Her eyes widened and she lent forward to study his face.* Coo! Look at dat, ya got a shiner ya did. Who done dat ta ya?

Everton: *He touched his face and smirked a little.* Someone I picked up a few weeks ago decided they needed to make an escape. That's why I missed lunch. My apologies for that.

Dagny: Escape? *Frowning, she sat back down and nodded at the waitress.* Why did dey need ta escape? *When the waitress approached she ordered what John was drinking.*

Everton: *He ordered a refill on his scotch and the house special appetizer. Once the waitress was gone, he smiled at her.* Because they were facing some jail time would be my guess. I never got a chance to ask him.

Dagny: Wut was ya gonna put him in jail fa? *Picking up her napkin, she fiddled with it until the waitress came back with their drinks and told them that the appetizer would be out in a few minutes.*

Everton: *He took a long drink of his beer, then shrugged." Assault.

Dagny: Ah course. *Falling silent, she sipped her scotch, looking around before turning her attention back to her menu even though she knew what she was going to order.*

Everton: *He let the silence draw out until the appetizer arrived, then smiled across at her.* I really am sorry I missed lunch. *He licked his lips, then let her order, ordering the same thing. When the waitress was gone, he went back to watching her, a faint smile on his face.*

Dagny: Ain't notta t'ing. *Picking up a crab leg, she cracked it open and sucked the meat out before cracking more shell. She had no problem eating the crab, she grew up with it.* Ya like crawfish??

Everton: I have to be about a six pack in to be able to handle crawfish. *He grabbed a shrimp and devoured it before smiling again.* Oh, tell me, Dagny, have you thought about what we talked about?

Dagny: Den why ya orde de same as meh? Want me ta peel 'em fer ya sweetheart? *Smirking she tossed the shell away and licked her fingertips before giving him a shrug.* Sure ah have John. Dought 'bout it a lot.

Everton: Would you peel them for me?

Dagny: Sure ah would, ain't not a t'ing. Des good, just people have a hard time eatin' em. Somet'in' 'bout eatin' a bug probably.

Everton: Crawfish, crab, lobster. All the same. *He knocked his scotch back and looked back out the window.* Will you come in?

Dagny: All good. *Lifting her head, she licked her lips and wiped her hands off on a napkin.* Will ya lock me up? *For once she actually concentrated in order to read his thoughts.*

Everton: No. The doctors just want to examine you, see if there is something in your blood that makes you different.

Dagny: Why can't ya just take meh blood now? *She raised an eyebrow and took a long drink of her beer.*

Everton: Because I'm not a doctor. And that's not all there is to the exam. It's just one day of your time.

Dagny: *Shrugging, she bowed her head and picked up a piece of shrimp, eating it she shrugged again.* Ah don't trust ya.

Everton: I don't imagine you do. I'm a cop and no one, these days, trusts cops. Thank you, Janet Reno.

Dagny: *Her head cocks to the side and she shakes her head.* Ah come in iffen ya let me read yah mind, see iffen ya tellin' da truth.

Everton: *He narrowed his eyes.* I'm not a big fan of being poking around in my head.

Dagny: Ain't notta fan of bein' tested and locked away. *Her own eyes narrowed and she lent forward.* What ya worried 'bout John?

Everton: *He met her gaze for a moment, then nodded.* Fine.

Dagny: *Nodding she watched him for a long moment before actually reaching out to prod at his thoughts.* Yah gonna lock me up, John?

Everton: *His surface answer was no. But any prodding would have found that he had no idea, one way or the other. He didn't know and didn't ask, he just followed orders.*

Dagny: *Sighing softly, she sat back and took another long drink of her beer. Licking her lips she thought about her options, he didn't know anything, maybe she could find someone who did.* Ahkay, ah'll go in wit ya.

Everton: I'll have to make arrangements. And you'll need to take a day off of work. Can you swing that?

Dagny: Might take some work, but ah'll do it. *Draining her beer she picked up another crab leg and smirked to herself.* Dat ain't so bad, wuz it?

Everton: Yes, it was. *He narrowed his eyes at her as he thought, then picked up his beer. He took a sip and leaned back.* What else did you see?

Dagny: *Twitching, she grunted and then tossed back the rest of her scotch. Licking her lips, she lent forward, watching him carefully.* Ya just followin' orders, yah don't knaw shit.

Everton: *He nodded and gave a weak shrug.* Easier to just follow orders. Don't you know that? Haven't you ever done something because it was easier?

Dagny: *For a moment she looked away, her own mind going back.* Yea, sometimes, but ya ain't weak, ya strong, ya have power.

Everton: No, Dagny, I don't. I'm not weak, but I don't have any power.

Dagny: Yah strong, and ya got a badge. How is dat not power? *Shaking her head she orders another round for them before the waitress comes back with their meals.*

Everton: Yeah. And I still answer to several higher powers.

Dagny: We all do. *Starting in on her new beer she went to eat on the crawfish. She tore the head off and flicked it away before pinching the tail and sucking the meat from the neck.*

Everton: *His stomach flopped and he looked away, his attention back to the window. He watched the world walk by and sighed softly, then went back to his beer. He sip slowly at it, just letting himself enough the slow warm buzz that was forming in his belly.*

Dagny: Wuts wrong? It's dead ya know. *Brushing bangs away from her eyes with the back of her hand she picked up one of his crawfish. She began to pull the meat from them so he did have to do any of the messy work.*

Everton: *He turned back to look at what she was doing, then chuckled softly.* You really don't have to do that, Dagny. I just need to finish my beer and I'll be fine.

Dagny: Naw, ah'll do it, ain't notta t'ing. Plus ya should eat somet'in' more den just a few pieces of shrimp. Don't wanna carry ya outta hear on meh back. *Sitting back she went back to her own food.*

Everton: *He laughed and shook his head, smiling faintly.* And if you had to carry me out of here, where would you take me, Ms Taggart?

Dagny: Back ta mah place. *She replied easily and then shrugged, where else where would she take him. Licking her fingers she hummed to the music on the jukebox before looking up at him.*

Everton: *He chuckled softly.* Dump me on your couch and throw a blanket over me, wouldn't you.
Dagny: Well, probably give ya da bed, it's bigga. *She frowned at herself, a slow blush burning her cheeks as she realized what she said.* Ah, ah guess.

Everton: *He smiled and looked down at his plate.* Or you could, you know, put me in a cab.

Dagny: But ah don't know ya address. *She scrambled, but her cheeks turned a brighter red.* Plus mah place is just around da corner.

Everton: *He took a longer drink of his beer, then watched her for a few moments. He finally turned his attention to his plate, smiling at what she'd done for him.*

Dagny: Did I say somet'in' stupid? *She was suddenly very nervous, her fingers picking at the napkin on the table.* Ah wasn't tryin' ta hit on ya, or take advantage, honest! *Out of all rejections she subjected herself to, physical was the worst.*

Everton: *He reached across the table and touched her hand, shaking his head.* No. You didn't say anything stupid. It is a very sweet offer, Dagny. Thank you.

Dagny: *Her eyes widened and she looked down at his hand and then up at his face. Swallowing hard, she reached for her scotch and took a slow sip.* Ah, ya welcome, John. Am fraid, ah ain't very good at dis.

Everton: *He took his hand back and chuckled.* Dagny, I was going to be a priest. I'm not very good at any of this, either. So I certainly cannot fault you for anything.

Dagny: *Her eyes widened slightly and she smiled at him.* Why didn't ya continue on wit da priesthood? Does dat mean . . . ya ain't never been wit ah girl?

Everton: I have, but not in a long time. Priests are not born priests.

Dagny: Oh, yeah, ah know dat. *Smiling she looked down at her plate and pushed some of the shells around.* Yah didn't answer mah first question.

Everton: The Fathers decided I was too aggressive to be a priest.

Dagny: T'ink dey might have been ah little right. Ah mean ya ah cop.

Everton: They might have pushed me a little in this direction. *He gave her a wink.* I'm also a lawyer.

Dagny: Well look at dat, mister John! Yas full of interestin' information. *She grinned at him and then lent back, her arm across her stomach as she sipped her beer.*

Everton: The FBI only hires lawyers and accountants fresh from school. I hate numbers, but I do enjoy a good argument. *He canted his head slightly.* You didn't pick that up while you were snooping?

Dagny: Ya? Enjoy ah good argument, say it ain't so. *Shaking her head, she smiled her fingers tapping on the table top.* Naw, ah just da answer ta mah question.

Everton: Such delightful sarcasm. *He winked again, then set his drink down. He bowed his head and started actually eating the crawfish she'd prepared for him.*

Dagny: Ah was just teasin' did mean no offense. *She watched him, smiling a little bit as he started to eat. He was very handsome and suddenly she found one of her bolder thoughts wondering to how he looked under his clothes. Eyes widening she shook her head quickly, as if he was the one that could read her mind.*

Everton: *He looked up just as she was shaking her head and canted his own.* Something wrong?

Dagny: Da guy at da bar . . . he's havin' weird thoughts, dats all. *Smiled and picked up her beer.*

Everton: Weird thoughts? *He raised an eyebrow, wanting to believe her.* Nothing that's going to get me another black eye, I hope.

Dagny: Naw he ain't havin' dem 'bout ya. *Licking her lips she lent forward and giggled a little bit.* He's wit his girl, see, but he can't stop lookin' at da male bartender.

Everton: That's not weird. That's New York. Filled with the thoughts of sinners and saints, the unbelieving and the unknowing. *He glanced back at the guy at the bar.* Maybe he wants to watch his girlfriend with him, a nice Saturday night threesome, probably with an eight ball.

Dagny: *Her cheeks flushed and she looked over at the bar, studying the couple who even though they had their arms around each other didn't look happy or interested in each other.* Ah don't t'ink he wants her no more, but ya might be right. In dare heads, ain't no one ah saint.

Everton: *He nodded, returning his attention to his drink for a few moments.* No one is a saint.

Dagny: Why ain't ya a saint John Everton? *She put her hands on the table, watching him.*

Everton: *He felt up his beer bottle.* Little too much drinking. Sometimes I think maybe I should have been a priest. I picked up the Fathers' habits easily enough.

Dagny: Ain't ah bad t'in', drinkin' everyone does it. *Watching his hand, she brushed her tongue over her bottom lip.* Ya can always go back, can'tcha?

Everton: A little too much sinning now, I'm afraid.

Dagny: *With a snorting laugh, she looked away, chewing on her thumbnail.* How come no one t'inks dat forgiveness don't apply ta dem?

Everton: *He licked his lips, then smiled.* There's forgiveness aplenty. But that doesn't mean that a soul can be cleaned enough to forgive other's.

Dagny: Yeah well ah suppose dat is a big t'ing ta be able ta do iffen ya a priest. *Draining her beer, she made a face at the taste of the warm beer.*

Everton: *He waved for another round, then went to work finishing his meal. He stole glances at her as he ate, taking the chance to look her over with the eye of a man, not a cop.*

Dagny: *She didn't catch the look, she was busy wrestling with a crawfish, looking up at him, she grinned and put a crawfish head on her index finger and bobbed at it.* Ohh homme howa ya liken da fishies?! *Her Cajun accent coming out in full force.*

Everton: *Coughing, he cleared his throat to keep from choking, then shook his head.* You are awful.

Dagny: Ah ain't awful! *She drawled, and giggled a little bit, a little bit drunk now.* How's about yahs gives ma a kiss, now? *Making kissing noises as she pushed her finger toward him.*

Everton: *He shook his head and leaned back, chuckling softly.* Why, Ms Taggart, I do believe you are drunk.

Dagny: Ah ain't drunk, not drunk enough. *Giggling, she shook the head free and picked up her beer before taking a long drink.*

Everton: *His plate mostly clean, he pushed it away, then settled back with his beer. He stared at her, a faint smile on his lips. He shook his head, amused and almost happy.*

Dagny: *The more she drinks the more she smiles, the more loose she becomes, draping herself over her chair she watched him over the rim of her beer bottle.* Watcha t'inkin' homme?

Everton: Can't you read my mind?

Dagny: Da ya want me ta? *She raised an eyebrow.*

Everton: *He took a drink, then canted his head to grin at her. He had his own buzz going and just watching her was very amusing.* You go right ahead.

Dagny: Ah need ta get inta my pose! *She declared, siting up she put her fingers to her temples and concentrated to reach into his mind.*

Everton: *He couldn't help the soft laugh he gave. If she actually reached into his mind, she would find him wondering about how to get her home, how much the liquor had loosened him up some and made his chest stop aching, and how her accent was making his fight to keep his own under control.*

Dagny: Mmmm . . . *She wiggled in her chair, her eyes still closed before she grinned.* Ah can get home fine, unless ya wanna walk meh home. Ah want ta hear ya accent homme . What's wrong wit ya heart?

Everton: *He smirked.* My heart? Nothing's wrong with my heart. But I have a few bruised ribs. *He took another sip of his beer before speaking again, his Boston slipping out.* Yes. I'll walk you home.

Dagny: Ya get dat wit ya black eye? *Setting the beer down, she went back to her scotch, holding the glass to her cheek she giggled madly.* Yah got a funny accent, John.

Everton: Yes, with my eye. *He rubbed his neck, then smirked at her.* You have a funny accent. I speak normally.

Dagny: Ah don't have a funny accent *She shook her head and finally tossed back the rest of her scotch. Setting the empty glass down she shook her head and spoke in french.* All done, no more!

Everton: Would you like another? Or some dessert?

Dagny: If ah have 'nother, ya might haffta put me over ya lap, er shoulder, shoulder lap. *She blinked slowly and then gave him a scotch induced grin.*

Everton: Was that a yes or a no?

Dagny: No, yes! Wait, what was de question? Ah sure, ah'll have 'notha.

Everton: *He waved over the waitress, ordered another round, some chocolate cake for dessert, and the check.*

Dagny: Tank ya fa dinner, it makes up fa lunch. *She nodded, finally reaching for her water.*

Everton: Good. I hate feeling guilty for standing you up. I have enough guilt already, being Catholic.

Dagny: Ohhh weee dat guilt. Mah pa mowed down mah ma's flowers one spring and he felt so guilty dat he stole de flowers from da neighbors. *She laughed.* He had both women sureee mad.

Everton: *The drinks and the cake on the table, he put his government credit card on the check and handed it back to the waitress. He offered one fork to her, then used the other to take a bite of the cake.*

Dagny: *Taking the fork she pushed it into the cake and the took a bite, chewing she nodded and made a soft noise of appreciation in the back of her throat.* It's good.

Everton: *He nodded and grinned.* It is very good. Chocolate cake and beer, always good. *He took a few more bites, then leaned back, back to watching her.*

Dagny: Like beer better den chocolate, ooh chocolate beer. *Licking the chocolate from her fork she grinned at him, and then gave him a look.* Yah givin' me a look. What kind of look is it?

Everton: *He smiled at her question and shrugged.* I'm just watching you. It's not any kind of look.

Dagny: Ain't nabody like watchin' me. Ya ah weird cat. *She slurred before putting her fork down. Leaning back into her seat she gave him a slow smile before reaching for her bag.* Wanna go?

Everton: *He gave her a nod and stood. The check had been handled, all he had left to do was down the last of his drink. He offered her his hand in an act of gentlemanliness.*

Dagny: *She tried to stand up, twice, in her defense she banged her knee on the table the first time and the second time she was just too drunk. Taking his hand, she hauled herself up from her chair and brushed hair away from her face. Moving through the restaurant, she doesn't let his hand go as they walk out to the street.*

Everton: *Making a vow to himself and a silent prayer to God that he wouldn't take advantage of her, he stopped them when they got outside.* Which way, Dagny?

Dagny: *Her head jerked up and she gave him a bit of a look when she caught half the vow in her head. Shaking her head, she grinned and started him down the side walk toward the subway. It wasn't that far away, just a block west and then North of the restaurant.*

Everton: *As they walked, he kept giving her sidelong glances, amused by her slight weave. His superior body weight, and the fact that he had been working for at least part of the day and not drinking, were the only reasons he was leading them instead of the other way around.*

Dagny: *When they got to her apartment, she reached into her bag and took out her keys. It took her a moment to get the key in the front door, unlocking it she held the door open for him and then started up the stairs. She didn't think anything about him coming up, it just seemed like the right thing to do. On the second floor, she stopped at her door and unlocked it before turning to him. Shrugging slowly, she opened the door for him.*

Everton: *He watched her a moment before going into the apartment. Once inside, he looked back at her, waiting for her to join him. The door closed, he moved deeper into the apartment, easily finding the couch and sitting down. He ran his hand through his hair, then looked up at her.*

Dagny: *The apartment was clean, except for the walls. If they weren't covered in large homemade quits and rugs they were covered in pictures. Pictures of places, and flowers, classic works of art and various other oddities that she cut out of magazines. Locking the door she slid off her shoes and turned on the dim over head lights. Walking over to the couch she sat across from him, tucking a bare leg under herself, she didn't say anything, just watched him.*

Everton: What do you see when you look at me, Ms Taggart?

Dagny: Ah dark horse. Yah look like one of dose wild horses dat get caught and broke, ya don't wanna be dough. Yah ever see wild horses fight, ah tink ya look like dat when ya angry. *Leaning forward she lightly touched his cheek.*

Everton: *He narrowed his eyes slightly but didn't move away from her hand.* Are there a lot of wild horses in the Big Easy, sweetheart? Or do you just watch a lot of nature TV?

Dagny: *She caught the narrowed eyes and quickly pulled her hand back, holding her arms to her chest she shook her head.* Mah ma was from Montana went out dare for ah few summers.

Everton: *He looked at her hands and sighed.* You didn't need to do that. I wasn't going to bite you. Do you still go to Montana?

Dagny: Yah looked mad, ah don't want ya ta be mad at me. *She said softly, her fingers rubbing together.* People dun like meh touchin' 'em. Not since she passed.

Everton: I don't have a problem with you touching, Ms Taggart. I have a problem with you snooping. And I know you aren't. Wasn't mad, just caught off guard.

Dagny: Ah ain't gonna snoop, not unless ya t'inkin' somet'in' at me. *Cautiously she unfolded her arms and touched his hand lightly, caressing the back of his hand softly.*

Everton: *He watched her for a moment, then turned his hand and pulled her to sit right next to him. Then he put his hand on her knee, leaving it for her to caress.* How long as you been in the city, honey?

Dagny: *Sitting next to him, she kept a leg under her as she looked up at him, her breathing a bit more fast then usual. Her skin turned warm under his palm, fingers rested on top of his.* Been here for four years, John.

Everton: It's a nice little place. Probably cost a fortune, too. This city is so expensive. *He licked his lips and slowly looked around, giving a soft sigh as he rubbed her knee.*

Dagny: Ain't so bad, ah manage, manage ta put some money away, send some home. *Faltering, she finally reached up to touch his hair, lightly stroking the strands by his ear. Her palms are sweating, she hasn't been this close to someone in a very, very long time.* What are ya t'inkin'?

Everton: *He turned a little and leaned against her hand, smiling faintly.* I'm thinking that I might have had a little bit too much to drink. And that I'd like another. *He looked around again and grinned.* I'm also thinking that your place is cozy, reminds me of you.

Dagny: Ah can get ya a drink, what's ya poison? *Standing up she weaved a little bit and stumbled before heading toward the kitchen.* Ah love mah place, spend a lot of time here. *Opening the cupboard, she took out a bottle of scotch and held it up for him to see.* Scotch? On ice?

Everton: That's be nice. Thanks. *He sank down some on the couch and pulled his tie loose, then popped a button on his collar. He sighed softly and closed his eyes, just enjoying the feel of the room. Everywhere he went was so tense, it was slowly making him crazy. But here, this was like a little quiet place in the middle of chaos.*

Dagny: *She got two glasses and loaded them with ice, pouring two fingers of scotch into both of them she walked back to the couch. Sitting on the edge of the couch she looked down at him smiling gently, he looked a bit more relaxed here on her couch, handsome too. Dangerously handsome. She wanted to kiss him, to see how he felt, how he tasted, but a paralyzing fear held her back.* Here's your drink.

Everton: *He slowly opened his eyes and smiled as he took the drink.* Thanks, honey. *He took a sip and his smile grew.* Did you get one for yourself?

Dagny: *Nodding she lifted up her own glass and gave him a bit of a grin.* AH course, be impolite ta not drink wit company. *Winking she took a long sip of her scotch and licked her lips.* Ain't top shelf, but it'll work.

Everton: Yeah, it'll work. *He looked up at her and grinned.* Are you going to sit down?
Dagny: *Taking a deep breath, she sat down on the edge of the couch, right next to his side. Putting an arm on the back of the couch she held herself up with her arm.*

Everton: *He looked over at her and winked.* You look like you are going to run away at any moment. Do I scare you that much, Dagny?

Dagny: Nah. Ah ain't scared of ya, ah guess ah'm scared of how ah feel, or some such shit. *Taking a long drink of her scotch, she swirled the ice around in her glass.*

Everton: *He nodded and closed his eyes as he took a sip. He settled a little further into the couch and let his head lull a little.* How you feel?

Dagny: How ya make me feel. *Turning, she looked down at her glass, her back was too him her thumb brushing over the rim of her glass.* Ah want ta kiss ya. *Draining her glass, she quickly got up and went to the kitchen, before he could reject her. If she could drink just a little bit more, she could drown out her humiliation.*

Everton: *He raised an eyebrow and watched her go. After a few moments, he stood up and followed her. Unintentionally trapping her in the kitchen, he looked at her for another few moments, more surprised than anything.* You want to kiss me? I've been nothing but intrusive into your life and you want to kiss me? *Even as he spoke, he was thinking a little too loudly for his own liking that if she wanted to, she should just do it.*

Dagny: *Her back to the counter, she looked up at him with wide blue eyes, her breath coming fast and hard as she listened to his words both in her head and her ears. It was confusing, her hand went to her forehead and she turned away from him, taking another drink of scotch. Turning back toward him she finally took two steps toward him and reached up to kiss his mouth. A sloppy, poorly aimed kiss that was weak and juvenile, on more of his chin then mouth.*

Everton: *When she started to pull away, he got an arm around her and pulled her back to him. Tipping her face up to his, he gave her a slow, soft kiss. Focused on the kiss, all she would have gotten from him was quiet static.*

Dagny: *She shook against him, stiff and unfamiliar with this type of embrace, it took her a few moments to actually respond to him. Her lips timidly moved against his, moaning weakly at the intimacy she opened her mouth to him.*

Everton: *He let his tongue touch hers very lightly before he pulled away. He touched her face and smiled, giving her another quick kiss before loosening his grip on her.*

Dagny: Dat felt good. *She whispered, her eyes slowly opening as she tried to focus on the man in front of her. Swallowing she finally started to loosen up, her hands moving over his chest. Leaning up, she tried to kiss his mouth once more.*

Everton: *He let her have another kiss, lingering a little longer before pulling away. This time he gave her a smile, then headed back to the couch and his drink. Shielding himself as much as he could, using every bit of training he could remember, he started berating himself for crossing the line, for even thinking about getting involved with someone he was supposed to be observing, then taking in. This was not what they had in mind.*

Dagny: *Reaching up she touched her lips, hot from his, he felt so good and when he kissed her, it went straight through her. Swallowing hard, she tried to reach out and touch his mind, trying to read what he was thinking. Whimpering she stepped out of the kitchen and walked back to the couch where he was sitting.* Ah won't tell ah soul. Ah promise. It felt good, ah ain't never been kissed like dat before.

Everton: *He reached for her hand and pulled her down to sit next to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her hair as he drained the rest of his drink. Then he closed his eyes and rested his cheek against her hair.* No one should ever go through life without a proper kiss.

Dagny: Ah thought ah would. *She whispered, and for a moment she rested against his side, trying to be content by the rather friendly embrace, she didn't want just that. Moving from the place next to him, she climbed up on to his lap, straddling him. Looking up at him, she slid her fingers through his hair and kissed his bottom lip.*

Everton: *He wrapped his arms around her hips and looked up at her as she kissed him.* Dagny, honey, I don't want to feel like I might be taking advantage of you. We've both been drinking. A lot. *He leaned up and returned the kiss.* And I'm afraid that this might be something you'll regret in the morning. I don't want to be a regret.

Dagny: Ain't gonna be a regret. *She promised, her fingers moving slowly down his jaw and then over his lips and eyebrows. She wants to explore him, to feel him and be close. For once she doesn't feel so alone, and that's what she wants more of, she doesn't expect him to fuck her, in fact that would be preferable.* Jus' wanna touch ya, kiss ya, dat ain't wrong is it?

Everton: *He looked at her for another moment, then nodded.* No, sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with that.

Dagny: Ah don't wanna ax to much from ya. *Lightly she caresses his cheek with the back of her hand. Leaning down she presses her red lips to his kissing him gently.*

Everton: *His eyes closed, he pressed back in the kiss with a faint groan. She may have never been kissed like that, but he had and had willingly given it all up. Despite the fact that he had not been in seminary for a number of years, he still lived the life of a priest, celibate and guilt-laden. This was a break for him, as well, and he figured he might as well enjoy it.*

Dagny: *Her fingers glide through his hair, combing it back from his forehead, as her lips explored his. It was as if he was practice for her, figuring out the right way to put their lips together that fit just right. The way her lip ring felt against another persons flesh, how her own body felt against his and what their kisses did to her.*

Everton: *He let her explore, enjoying the tentativeness of her touches. As she worked, learning him, his hands moved over her back and the liquor worked further into his system. He was feeling loose and free, his job forgotten for a little while in favor of something far more physical and immediate. So it was through no fault of hers that he ended up passed out, with a very wide grin on his face and happy, aimless thoughts about her in the forefront of his mind.*

Dagny: *It took her a few moments to realize that he had passed out on her. Her own eyelids were heavy as she pulled back to look down at him, a slow smile spread over her lips as she climbed off of him. Carefully she put his legs up on the couch and took off his shoes, putting them on the floor. Pulling the blanket over him she reached up and kissed his forehead before moving away to her bedroom to begin the long process of getting ready for bed.*

A Promised Meeting (RP Log)

lapsedsaint — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 05:59:57 GMT

Everton: *He sat outside the coffee shop, waiting for her to get off work. She'd agreed to talk with him. Not that he expected her to listen, much less go with him. But maybe she would see that he wasn't some creepy stalker, even though he probably was.*

Dagny: *She spotted him waiting for her outside, and so lingered inside the coffee shop for longer then she normally would. She wasn't sure why she didn't want to talk to him, it wasn't like she couldn't tell if he was going to hurt her. Grabbing her bag, she took off her apron and threw it in the corner before walking out to stand in front of his table. Putting a hand on her hip she gave him a look.*

Everton: Finally decide to stop avoiding me? You could have gone out the back.

Dagny: Ah could 'ave, but may as well face it.

Everton: *He stood and nodded, gesturing to the door.* I'm guessing you don't want to do this in front of your co-workers?

Dagny: Nah, dey don't need ta overhear. *Crossing her arms over her chest she walked out of the coffee shop. Brushing a lock out of her face she started to walk aimlessly.*

Everton: *She might have wanted to wander, but he already had a destination scoped out. He directed her toward a deli a few blocks down. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he directed a thought to her.* 'You smell like a bar.'

Dagny: *Her head jerked as if she had been slapped, and put her hands to her temples at the voice in her head. Despite the buzz she still had going from last night, the voice cut through loud and clear. Growling she shoved him, hard and got close to him.* Dontcha do dat again, and ya ain't my pa so feck off.

Everton: *He grabbed her arm and kept her close as he answered.* That's assaulting an officer, you know. Would you like to continue this conversations in handcuffs?

Dagny: *Wincing she tried to pull back, hating being close to him, to anyone really.* No, let me go, just don't do dat. Don't think at me.

Everton: *He let her go and started walking again.* You really don't have any control over it, to you.

Dagny: Ah have some. *She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest once more, clearly sulking.* Just not when people think at me.

Everton: *Chuckling softly, he directed her the rest of the way to the deli, then held the door open for her. With his hand on her elbow, he steered her to a table in the back and sat her down.* So, tell me, Ms Taggart, when did this start?

Dagny: *He was being a gentleman and she had no idea why, watching him wearily she sat down at the table and put her bag on the seat next to her. Putting her elbows on the table she looked around at the customers milling about and then gave a snorting laugh.* When ah was sixteen, afta my ma died.

Everton: *He nodded as he took a pad from his jacket pocket and started writing.* Would you say that her death was stressful for you?

Dagny: Nah, ah mean it was long, she had cancer, ya know? *The waitress came by and deposited two glasses of water down and Dagny ordered a coke.*

Everton: *Everton ordered himself some coffee, then gave the waitress a rather pointed 'fuck off' look. He turned back and smiled at Dagny.* No, I don't. But I will take your word for it. Did either of your parents have this ability, that you knew of?

Dagny: Dat wasn't very nice, she's just tryin' ta do ha job, ya know. *She gave him her own dirty look and sat back in her seat before shaking her head.* Nah, my ma was smart, educated, yah know? She didn't have nothin' 'bout her besides dat. My pa just workin' class.

Everton: Any siblings? Extended family? *He ignored her look at him. He'd taken his lunch there every day for the last week and he knew the waitress liked to stand around and talk. He was still working on getting her used to not bothering him when he was working.*

Dagny: older frire, Tom. Dunno 'bout no extended family. *Leaning forward she cocked her head to the side.* Yah come 'ere every day, don't it goin' borin' now? Ya know da reason she comes ta talk is cuz she finds yah cute. Dumbass.

Everton: *He nodded at her statement, well aware of what the waitress thought of him. He was good at reading body language.* And your brother, does he have any similar abilities?

Dagny: Nah, least not ah know of. Don't rightly ax him someting like dat. Dey don't know, jus' know ah left. *The waitress returned setting the glasses down and shooting Dagny a dirty look. She flipped the waitress off before rooting around in her bag for something.*

Everton: *Without looking up from his notes, he shook his head.* And I'm rude?

Dagny: She gave me ah dirty look! Ah see where ya loyalty lies. *She protested, and straightened up as she uncapped her flask. Carefully she poured some into her coke.* Ah had a raccoon as ah pet when ah was little.

Everton: A raccoon? That's an interesting pet. *He looked up and smiled slightly.* Does the drinking make it easier?

Dagny: He looked like yah. Beady eyes. *Nodding, she capped the flask and dropped it into her bag.* Yea, it does.

Everton: *He raised an eyebrow and just stared at her for a moment before setting his pen down.* Would you say you have a drinking problem? Do you use any other drugs in an attempt to self medicate? How is your sleeping, is it broken or heavy? Is your ability active while you are asleep, have you ever found yourself experiencing another person's dreams? Have you, since being in New York City met any others who have any ability you would call extraordinary or supernatural?

Dagny: *She gave him a tired look before taking a long drink of her coke, licking her lips she set the glass aside and sighed.* ah ain't got no drinkin' problem, what ah use for recreational purposes ain't none yah business neither. Ah have a hard time sleepin' cuz ah hear da people in da other apartments, ain't everyone asleep at da same time. Ah ain't been in no ones dreams, and nah I ain't met no one with no special abilities, ever.

Everton: *He nodded and went back to making notes. He took a sip of his coffee as he wrote. He wasn't sure he believed her completely and he made no effort to hide his thoughts to that effect.* The drug question is important, an answer would be nice.

Dagny: *She wanted to mentally bitch slap him, she wondered if she concentrated hard enough if she could actually do it.* What do ya want ta know. So ah drink a bit, ah smoke a little weed. Ain't nothin' wrong wit dat.

Everton: Didn't say, or think, anything was wrong with it. I just need to know what, if anything, might be effecting your ability.

Dagny: Ain't nothin' effectin' meh 'cept da fact dat I can hear people in mah head and it don't stop. *Rubbing her forehead, she played with the ring in her lip.* How did ya even find meh, ah don't know why ya talkin' ta mah.

Everton: It's not important, the how. It doesn't change the fact that I found you. And you made the choice to talk to me.

Dagny: Ah wanted some answers, and here ah am, doin' all da fuckin' talkin'. *Shaking her head she scowled and drained her glass.* Yah don't know shit, yah just followin' orders

Everton: *He shrugged.* So what if I am? Are you in the habit of digging around inside people's heads, looking for information?

Dagny: Only when people are tryin' ta hide somthin' from me. Only when it comes ta my life. Ah don't know ya from Adam. *Her blue eyes narrowed.*

Everton: Which is why we are in a public place, where you have been shooting dirty looks at the waitress.

Dagny: Oh get off da fuckin' waitress already, or just go fuck her like ya wanna. *She groans before falling back into her chair, watching him through half open eyes.*

Everton: *He picked up his coffee and chuckled into it, shaking his head in amusement.* Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a little peace and quiet?

Dagny: Ah remember peace and quiet, it seems like ah had it long time ago. Yah sound like de devil when yah do dat, just ah heads up. *She didn't move from her slouched position.*

Everton: 'Maybe I am the Devil.' *He raised both eyebrows as he thought that, taking his time with his coffee.*

Dagny: Ah told ya not ta do dat. *She growled, the heels of her hands pressing to her forehead. Taking a deep breath she thought hard at him, her lips curling up into a smirk.* Ever wonder wah God took everything from ya?

Everton: *He just looked at her, a faint smile on his lips as he set his cup down.* What if I told you I could get you some peace?

Dagny: Da devil never wanted nothin' for free. *She said simply, putting her arms on the table she lent forward.*

Everton: You know full well that I am not the Devil. And you know that I'm telling you the truth.

Dagny: Everyone wants someting. *Her fingers moved over the glass slowly.* Dats da truth

Everton: I'd like to get out of New York City.

Dagny: Where yah wanna go? *She put her chin on her hand.*

Everton: *He shrugged and made a few more notes in his pad.* I'd like to go check on my stuff. See if my plants are still alive.

Dagny: Boston. Was dare for yah in Boton? *Cocking her head to the side, she stretched her legs, her foot brushing up against his leg.*

Everton: *He didn't move his leg, but he didn't give her the satisfaction of any sort of response.* My plants. My Church. My mountain bike. All those things that don't travel well.

Dagny: *Pulling her leg back quickly she blushed and then pulled her knee up to her chest.* Yeah, well, go back dare den, ain't nothin' stoppin' ya. Sorry 'bout ya foot.

Everton: *He watched the blush and smiled slightly.* Has it been a while since you misread someone?

Dagny: Ah, did it on accident, ah wasn't tryin' ta hit on ya. ah don't sleep wit people. *Reaching into her bag she took out a bottle of aspirin.*

Everton: Why not?

Dagny: Cuz ah can hear dem, tinkin' 'bout other people, 'bout how I'm not what dey thought. *Shrugged a little before swallowing the aspirin dry.* Can ya imagine da most intimate moments, and knowin' dat ya ain't no good?

Everton: *He shook his head, feeling some genuine sympathy for her.* I'm very sorry to hear that.

Dagny: *Shrugging, she picked at the hole in her jeans.* Ah, ya get use ta it, afta awhile

Everton: I'm not so sure of that. But you do come to accept it.

Dagny: Ah dah wanna talk 'bout it no more. *Standing up, she weaved a little bit before reaching into her back pocket. She put some money down on the table.* Go back ta Boston.

Everton: *He watched her, then shook his head.* Keep your money, Ms Taggart.

Dagny: *She rolled her eyes.* I ain't gonna go broke payin' for a drink. Why can't ya accept me payin?

Everton: *He held both hands up and shrugged.* All right. Pay.

Dagny: Ah will, thank yah very much. *Watching him for a long moment she finally extender her hand to him.*

Everton: *He took her hand and shook it firmly.* Until tomorrow, Ms Taggart.

Dagny: Tomorrow? *She gave him a tired look.*

Everton: Yes, tomorrow. I'll have to report back tonight and see what HQ says.

Dagny: Tell 'em I ain't got nothin' dey want. *After a quick shake, she pulled her hand back and put it in her pocket.*

Everton: I don't form opinions. I just report the facts I have. Good day, Ms Taggart.

Dagny: *Looking at him for a moment she finally nodded and walked out of the deli, reaching into her bag she found her ipod. Putting her head phones in she kept her head down as she walked home.*

Everton: *Once she was gone, he emptied his coffee and leaned over his notes, cleaning them up. He added a little more information that he'd gleaned from watching her, then looked at his empty coffee cup. He turned to look over his shoulder at the waitress, giving her a smile as he held his cup up for her.*

Dagny: *Dagny walked home, climbing up the stairs before stepping into her apartment, shutting the door behind her she dragged herself to bed and sank into bed. The waitress smiled at John, blushing a little as she walked over to gather the cup from him.* Can I get you anything else?

Everton: A refill, some water, and whatever your favorite sandwich here is. *He gave her a wink, then put his pad away as he leaned back. He'd be back in his hotel room soon enough, making his calls and checking his supplies.*

Dagny: *The waitress giggled, and bit at her bottom lip before making eyes at him and going to fill his order. She came back a few minutes later with a glass of water and more coffee for him, it took a few more minutes for the tuna melt to come out to him.*

Everton: *He let her make eyes at him, ate his sandwich, and tipped her well. On the bill, he jotted a note, promising to be back at the usual time tomorrow, then felt. Still so much work to be done. On his way back to his hotel, he stopped at the church he always passed and lit a candle for her.*