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after their little argument he didn't even go back to the apartment in rustboro. he just wanted to get out of there. he needed some space. he needed time to think.
their argument seemed very petty afterwards, he realizes that. but just hearing cass defend him like that made him think. maybe there was something more going on between them. maybe the kiss that night wasn't all that happened. fuck.
he slapped the thought out of his head for now. he could think about that later. for now he visited lamia's apartment in oldale. a shit place compared to his, but whatever. he walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.
"lamia, open up."
please don't leave the table, i'm still eating. my plate's half full, but i feel you motion towards the sink. am i boring you? i'm probably boring you.
It didn't make sense, none of it did. She was supposed to be a genius, out of the league of all the current top minds in science, untouched by people fifty years her senior, let alone her own age. And yet here she was, unable to think about anything other than--
The bell rang. Lamia jumped up, her bluish white pyjamas jumping along with her own frantic movement. She flipped the flies on her low table of her living room, checking to see if she had a meeting or an appointment. No. She looked at the clock. 4:27. The time was too odd for her normally formal visitors. Her mind raced. Who would be at her door?
Of course. The only person beside a colleague that had knocked in ages was...she sighed, annoyed that she had gotten ruffled up for nothing. But Rory...he couldn't be classfied as nothing. The fact that all her thoughts led back to him signified that, anyway.
She over and pulled out a stool to peek through the eye hole. Unnecessary, but it was a part of the routine that structured her life. She opened the door, took one look at Rory's expression, and wordlessly let him in. She kicked aside the stool, walked across the room, sat down and offered for him to do the same, and smiled at him.
Yeah, he'd be the only one she'd allow see her in her night suit.
"Want tea?" She asked, eyebrows arched up in a why-am-I-not-surprised expression.
his mood brightened a bit after seeing lamia in her night suit. it was a very uncommon sight and he took a moment to laugh and take it in. she then let him in and he followed her to the couch. he sat down and sighed. what was he doing here at four in the morning?
"tea would be nice," he replied. he leaned back on the couch and stretched out his legs. he just assumed it was a good time as ever to visit. he was already in town after a nice train ride. so might as well visit right?
"nice night suit," he laughed again. it was weird how much she could already cheer him up without saying more than two words. he smiled at the thought. but the thought soon went away and the others came flooding back to him. ugh.
"what's up?"
please don't leave the table, i'm still eating. my plate's half full, but i feel you motion towards the sink. am i boring you? i'm probably boring you.
She gave him an annoyed look when he laughed at her, but it was hard to be annoyed at Rory. Rory would always be the little kid to her, the blonde she spent her whole life with, the one that all the girls at school asked her about, and the one she had seen so much that she never understood what was so special about. Until very recently.
She shook her head at his laughter and the second he said he'd like tea she smirked her usually weird, crooked smirk. The smile like she wasn't quite sure how to smile, the one few had ever seen. She stood up and gave him an affectionate, semi-motherly pat on the head and walked into the kitchen.
"Tch," was her only response to his attempt to tease her. "Not my fault you never call before barging in. You gave me a heart attack."
She had her back to him as she turned on the stove. "It's nice though..." She paused. "Not being in a suit all the time." She was glad he couldn't see her face. She had the stupidest of smiles on, and she couldn't control her face.
"Oh? Shouldn't I be asking you that? You looked like someone threatened you and got away with it. What's up, Rory?"
Her back was still to him, allowing him the small privacy of not seeing his face. She worked on the tea, yawning slightly as she poured and mixed the liquid.
he was glad that she had her back turned to him. it allowed him to have some sort of privacy, which he liked even if it was only for a brief moment. he smiled when she spoke.
the old rory would have said something like 'would be nicer if you weren't in anything'. but that was the old rory. the new one was loyal and honest. but look where that got him. fuck it. why not?
"you'd look better with nothing on to be honest," he chuckled. he let his hands cover his face as he leaned forward. he thought about her question for a while, unsure about how to respond.
"nothing. i just wanted to visit you. haven't seen you in a while and i missed you."
if she was looking at him he'd wink at her right now. but she wasn't. which only reminded him about the tea.
"how's the tea going?"
please don't leave the table, i'm still eating. my plate's half full, but i feel you motion towards the sink. am i boring you? i'm probably boring you.
She rolled her eyes even though she wasn't facing him for him to see it. That comment was probably rude and downright annoying. Flirty as hell, stupid, obnoxious, and yet, it was undeniably something Rory would have said. Which was why her crooked smile didn't disappear, and instead she gave an audible snort.
"Is that right?" she asked, in a tone that was meant to sound annoyed and arrogant, but something that came off a little differently that usual. Rory might have been backing away from the 'new him' that he was becoming, but Lamia wasn't so sure. Maybe she wanted to change.
She listened to him talk about how he'd been missing her, and she found herself undoing a button or two here and there, the nightgown's thin cloth already revealing enough. She had the mugs ready to go, and plated them up before spinning back towards the living room.
She walked up from behind him and set it down on the table, suddenly making up her mind and sitting next to him instead of on the opposite seat like she had been mere seconds ago. She leaned her head against his shoulder- the difference in height easily shining through.
something seemed different about her. the change was subtle but it was still something. he just couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that made her sound so different. maybe it was a new lamia, just like how there was a new rory.
she placed the mugs on the table. he reached to grab one but before he could she had decided to sit next to him. a bit unusual, but he took no note of it for now. he decided to leave the mug and lean back as well, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.
"you do?" he questioned. it was definitely strange. he didn't move though, he simply tilted his head over to look at her. his eyes might have drifted down her body to notice a few buttons undone. his heart pumped faster. oh no.
"that's a strange thing for you to say."
please don't leave the table, i'm still eating. my plate's half full, but i feel you motion towards the sink. am i boring you? i'm probably boring you.
Rory leaned to take a mug but didn't as soon as she sat next to him. Her heart beat was unknowingly in synch with his own, beating faster the more that time passed, and it passed quickly. Rory had asked her a question and she had only half heard it, instead her violet eyes were looking at his own- pretty, emerald things they were. Lamia knew the exact value of emerald at market price, but she wasn't quite sure what to name the green Rory had in his eyes.
"Is it really?" she asked, voice trailing off. "What is strange though?" She felt herself leaning against him, head and chest pressing against his body and she let her ocean blue hair spill onto his chest. "Strangeness is simply how you perceive something to be, something you are usually unfamiliar with."
Yes, this was more like how she usually talked. And yet she couldn't leave it there, she couldn't let it end like that. Like this.
what is strange? lamia was usually quite closed off about her feelings. so much so that rory just assumed she had none in the romantic field. or actually, he just assumed she had none at all. but this was a new lamia. one that openly admitted that she missed him. it was weird... but he liked it.
he accepted her warm embrace, swinging one arm around her to hold her close. "i guess not," he replied. but then she had to go and say something the old lamia would say. or actually, the normal lamia would say. he could only smile and nod. he understood very little of what she said.
"not at all," he whispered. he let his head rest on top of hers as he leaned. oddly enough he didn't feel like fucking around. he felt very comfortable like this. it felt good. but he might have taken it too far.
one hand reached down to grab hers. a very uncommon thing to do with her, but who knows. she's changed quite a bit.
please don't leave the table, i'm still eating. my plate's half full, but i feel you motion towards the sink. am i boring you? i'm probably boring you.
She thought she had given up on feelings as well. A little part of her knew though, the part of her that the most of her body went by ignoring on a daily basis. It was telling her the truth in the matter of fact way she saw the world. She made up for the requirements of human contact and emotion with raw, monetary success. She knew that, and she thought it was enough. But that part of her reasoned that the power humans received from their emotions was something untapped, something she needed to know.
And Rory was her rock, her one friend that had stayed at her side with full knowledge of who she was and of the fact that she could hardly smile, and yet stayed beside her anyway. Was he really just a friend? All those years, was that the only flimsy title she could give to him?
She let out a content sigh at his words, a sigh that escaped automatically when he put his arms around her. No, it would not be enough. She clicked her tongue, a thing she did when she encountered an error in a program or a block in her research. She did not know how to proceed. Sure, she knew exactly what it was that men found attractive- it was something she had used once or twice, maybe, but she had not excelled in it.
She clicked her tongue again- twice now, it was a warning. Rory seemed happy with this. She was not. She clicked her tongue a third time and she put a hand out and slapped his thigh, using it as leverage to get herself situated all too comfortably on his lap. She was staring at him, a kind of glare.
"Rory," she declared, like she was testing the name out on her tongue, a new teacher scolding a student with their first name for the first time. "What's wrong with you?" She tested out a slightly different voice, an alteration. Something kinder. But no matter what, it still retained her usual lack-emotion tone, just as long as you listened close enough.
he noticed over the years this little click lamia would do whenever she didn't like something. she did it tonight. three times to be exact. he assumed she wanted more than what he was giving. but he wasn't too sure how much he could give.
he adjusted a bit as she made herself comfortable on his lap. "what's wrong with me?" he repeated. there were a few things wrong with him but none of them he was going to say out loud. "nothing."
his head hovered over hers as he spoke. he met her glare with one of his own, but his was much more friendly. he smirked. "what's wrong with you?" he asked. she wanted more than she was getting. but he immediately felt guilty.
"what do you want from me?
please don't leave the table, i'm still eating. my plate's half full, but i feel you motion towards the sink. am i boring you? i'm probably boring you.
The adjustment Rory made with his lap was more than welcome- they were both comfortable, right there. That was their limit, and it had been, for a never long time. But from her meticulous studies of human nature, love was about forcing yourself into uncomfortable situations and doing so in the presence of someone you'd rather not get embrassed looks from. Safe to say, she did not and could not comprehend such tactics. Yet she, a professor, was willing to learn.
She looked at him, and she could tell he was lying. Not lying, exactly, but there was something he wouldn't tell her. She hated it, but she was okay with it. Right now, she selfishly thought about herself, not about what Rory wanted. It was her turn to get what she felt she deserved in life. And she did damn well deserve it. She had sacrificed far too much for research, but had received little to nothing in return.
"What you once wanted from me," she answered, a little too quickly, like she had been waiting the whole year for him to ask that one question. She had to use his shoulders to pull herself up so that her face was close enough to his, his face with that stupid, arrogant, and yet endearing smirk he always wore. "Everything."
what you once wanted from me. he lingered on that for a moment, thinking about she could have meant. did she mean love? possibly not. she doesn't know what love is. but when she pulled herself up he knew she definitely wanted something more.
everything. shit. he froze for a brief moment, unable to come up with words to say. instead he just rushed in for a kiss, holding it as long as possible. the thoughts running through his head were endless. and all of it was guilt.
he got mad at cass over a kiss. and now here he was doing the exact same thing. no. this had to stop. he pulled away and breathed, shaking his head at her.
"w-wow..."
please don't leave the table, i'm still eating. my plate's half full, but i feel you motion towards the sink. am i boring you? i'm probably boring you.
Love? No, she wasn't in love. She couldn't comprehend love. But she wanted to, she realized. She wanted to pretend it was love, like they were still kids and Cassandra didn't exist, and Rory and her were the best of friends like they used to be. She wanted to be his once again, wanted to feel what it was like to not have to worry about her stupid company and the ridiculous responsibility of everything. Maybe she was jealous of Rory- jealous of him being the leader of Aqua and still loafing about, jealous of how happy everyone else could be. Yes. That was what she wanted from him. Happiness.
The kiss was perfect- Rory had always been good at kissing people, at making them feel like they were being loved. Was he doing the same thing to her? Playing around, like he was with the other girls? She didn't know for certain- there were too many variables in the equation. But for once she didn't care. The kiss was too good to waste away feeling guilt, or pain, or worry. All that was left was bliss.
But he pulled away, and Lamia was suddenly breathing faster, looking at him with sudden life in her general vacant eyes.
Her fingers swiftly moved to his shirt, undoing the buttons as fast as she could. The moment was still young, and memories were left to be made.
all of it was just moving too fast for him to process. it made him unable to control himself. first it was the kiss, and that set him on fire, but then once they broke apart she wanted more. which was a side of lamia rory rarely saw. she went for his shirt and tried to unbutton it as quickly as possible.
rory wanted to protest this, put things to a stop, but he... couldn't. not right now. he helped her get his shirt off, unbuttoning the remaining buttons. he slid his arms out of his shirt and wrapped his arms around her instead, pulling her in for another kiss.
funny thing was he was able to gather up his thoughts for once during the kiss. what he was doing was wrong. he broke a promise. he struggled to stop. each time he broke apart from the kiss he went in for more. that went on a few times until he finally stopped, pushing her off of him and standing up.
"i...i can't. i'm not that guy anymore..."
please don't leave the table, i'm still eating. my plate's half full, but i feel you motion towards the sink. am i boring you? i'm probably boring you.
