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briarruza:

It was odd, wasn’t it? She already knew a fair amount about August, even if she didn’t know him as well as she wanted to. That was the goal of dates though, right? That was certainly the goal here. As she opened the door to the man, the first thing she noticed was the tired look on his face. There was a small frown across her own lips and drawing in her brows. She knew he was exhausted, and yet he still managed to show up anyway. The woman wouldn’t have been shocked if he had called her and tried to reschedule. In fact, she would have brought takeout to the hospital and helped him with his back while they ate something. Date-on-the-fly with a doctor. 

Still, a smile replaced the concern on her face when she let the door swing open and she stepped through it to greet him. Nimble fingers rose to drift across his cheek before she cupped it in appreciation of his coming– and the flowers. Thank you, Alice. Slipping in close, she moved to her tip toes to brush her rouge painted lips across his cheek in greeting, and took the flowers with her free hand.  “For me?,” she teased gently with a wide smile.  “Alice is so sweet.”  Of course she was playing with him, knowing where they came from, and she was trying to draw a smile on his lips. What better way to get her favorite patient to smile than to tease him?  “Come on in. Dinner’s almost ready. Do you want me to put something on your back before we eat?”

“Well that explains her enthusiasm” Of course Ruza was friends with the person who ran the one shop in town to get flowers, and of course the said woman knew exactly who his date was with. He could enjoy the irony, probably more once he was over the nerves. “At least it means you’ll definitely like them, giving flowers isn’t something I would usually do. But it felt right here, for you.” He’d never really been one to pull his punches, and that went for his words as well as his fists. His brutal honesty had gotten him into some tights spots in the past, it had also gotten him into some pretty interesting places too.

He winces slightly as he follows her through the door, sheepishly running a hand through his short locks “That obvious?” Though he had the added fact that Ruza was also his doctor to deal with when trying to just keep going despite the pain, no matter how well he tried to hide it someone so trained like her was bound to spot it. “Trying to get me out of my shirt already doc?” He could have just waved away the offer, he had just taken some of the prescribed pain medication that would be bound to kick in soon but he saw the opportunity to tease her and as always he couldn’t miss it.

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lawlesszane:

“Well, I got a job today. Guess it’s official I’m staying in this town.” 

“Well look at you go, that’s great news. And I think it calls for a celebratory beer.”

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briarruza:

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Was she nervous? Absolutely. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t be nervous about that man coming to her house for dinner? It was certainly better than going into town for dinner and having to deal with people that they knew being around. People that they knew possibly not realizing it was a date and trying to talk to them. That, she considered, would be severely awkward. So she opted to pick a night when she would be at home and she could have August come to the house on the outskirts of town and they could talk without interruption. Her only concern now was the cameras that Mace had placed around the property. She wondered if he would say something about it later on. The woman sorely hoped not.

She chose not to dress up too much, of only because she wanted to remain comfortable in her own home, and of course she left August with a text message not to dress up for the occasion. The house smelled delicious in her opinion, the woman making a surf and turf dinner for the two of them. Steak and scallops were in a cast iron skillet and she was grilling some asparagus. Of course she made dessert, but that would wait until later on. Wine was in the fridge, as well as anything else they might want if they chose not to drink. Glancing out the window, she saw the man pull up on his motorcycle and smiled to herself, biting down on her bottom lip. She put the scallops in the pan to start cooking while she went to go meet him at the door.

Despite initial intentions for the day August had been working in the safe house all day, after one of his volunteers had failed to show up he had quickly jumped in to cover. Originally he’d wanted to avoid it in order to not risk pushing himself to exhaustion, which happened more freely with the constant pain of his back, but the safe house would always be important to him and he could never leave it struggling. So he pulled up to the house, easier to find than he had originally anticipated, wrapped up in his leather jacket despite not needing it in the heat and dosed up on his medication. He’d be dammed if his injuries were going to ruin this.

Leaving his helmet and the jacket with the bike he retrieves the small yet beautiful bouquet of flowers, picked by the overenthusiastic girl in the shop, and begins to make his way up the steps. He makes a quick check of his attire on the journey up, hoping it matched the description he had received through text, with a simple red plaid shirt over jeans and trusty brown boots. He holds the bouquet aloft as he raps on the door with the other hand, he couldn’t recall being this nervous on his first date with his ex-wife. 

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briarruza:

Time for her to up the stakes again, wasn’t it? It was the way of the woman. She didn’t play, but she liked to shake up the board and cause havoc whenever she could. Finishing the beer in her hand, she slid off of the bar stood directly next to him and allowed her hip to press to his own. Dark eyes moved to his own green ones, a brow arched to his face.  “Well, you can keep obsessing over the settlement and the lack of promise, or we can do the whole like a date and see if that make out session happens.”

“Okay fine, you’ve twisted my arm” he downs his own beer, but doesn’t get up to follow her, instead he flags down the bartender to bring him another “I will be on my best behavior all night and you simply won’t be able to resist.” 

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briarruza:

“Technicality.. something or another.”  There was another laugh on her lips. But she was more focusing on his question about making out post dinner. Of course now she was thinking about his lips again. She was thinking about the taste of him, the feel of his fingers tangled in her hair and his hand wrapped around the side of her throat. Ruza cleared her throat. The shock on his face brought a smile on her face, enjoying the fact that she could surprise him as much as he had surprised her with the press of his lips to her own.  “Turning down time with me because there’s no promise of a hot make out session? Kinda hurtful, August. I gotta admit. Here I thought you liked me and all. I took a chance and went out on a limb asking you on a date.. offering to cook…”  She gave a woeful sigh.

“Should’ve asked me before I kissed you” his smile is wicked, raising his bottle to his lips and taking a long swig “now a president has been set and I’m not sure I’m willing to settle for less.” He was joking for the most part, he wasn’t that kind of guy that was in it for the physical relationship and considered it the be all and end all. It was a nice bonus and he had most definitely enjoyed their drunken kiss, enough that he was fairly serious about another one during the like a date.

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greyxlastir:

“Alright,” Grey motioned with his pencil towards the chair in front of his desk, “Let’s talk about what you want, then.”

“I hadn’t thought too much about it, this is actually quite spontaneous. All I know is I want something with wings.”

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“briarruza:

How amusing, she thought to herself, when she noticed the way he was looking at her lips. It was the same way that she was staring at his lips now. How could he possibly be even more distracting than he was before that kiss? She wanted more. She only found herself craving more and she needed to draw her attention to something else. Dragging her eyes back to her own beer to stared at it for a long moment as she tocked her options silently to herself.  “I think that’s the ultimate definition of a home wrecker. Maybe?”  Dark eyes widened in shock over the fact before she gave a quick laugh. Maybe nervous? Setting the beer down on the counter again, she turned to face him once more. Her teeth sunk down into her bottom lip, biting down before her lip popped free once more.  “Come over for dinner one night. I’ll cook for you. It’ll be like.. a date thing.”  He took the first step to kiss her. She would take the step after.

“I’d consider it home wrecking if I still lived with them, but I don’t. I live with a teenage girl with a crush on a vampire. I just feel like her dad.” He cringes into his beer, recalling the nights where he had drowned himself in liqour with Rider’s company just to give her the privacy she deserved for such events. Not something he ever personally wanted to be involved with on this level. He copies her actions and places his beer down on the bar, turning his full attention to her when he picks up on a signal that he’s honestly surprised he can do while drunk. His initial reaction is that of mild shock, eyebrow quirked in response to her question “Only like a date thing? So is after dinner make out not included in a date thing, I’m going to be inclined to say no if that’s the case.”

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briarruza:

He could blame it on anything he pleased, because she would be doing the same. Though she would still be smiling about it come the morning when she thought about what happened the night before. She felt his fingers in her curled and twisted hair before she felt the shift of his leg against her own when he braced to shift the smaller woman. She’d barely been able to finish settling in her seat before she was leaning toward him. She moved along with him, not once hesitating as she might have should she been sober. There was no second guessing herself this time on if she read things wrong or not. Her hand hadn’t even slipped away from his shoulder before he was dragging her close again. That same hand lifted to wrap her nimble fingers around the nape if his neck, puling him against her just as much as he pulled her. The woman’s leg lifted to rest the top of her knee against his leg in an attempt to find more contact with him. Just a touch more. Her lips met with his own, eager and almost hungry despite how sloppy and drunken it was. She didn’t tease with this kiss. She didn’t toy with him this time, but she took as much as she gave in the kiss alone. But it was over too soon and she was soon spilling away from him, her breath trembling for only a moment as she froze and debated moving in for more. Fingers drummed against the swell of the edge of the bar in debate, only for his words to pull her from her kiss drunk haze. Dark eyes shifted from his lips to those damn eyes that distracted her so much. Suddenly, there was a chuckling laugh and she leaned her forehead against his shoulder.  “Trust me when I say your family won’t be getting treats like that.”  Her tongue danced over her bottom lip, catching the flavor of him once more before she would remember her beer existed. 

August smirks into his beer as he lifts it up to his lips once again, the pressure against his lips wasn’t even shy of the sensation of their kiss from only moments ago. Selfishly his gaze lands on her tiers, holding the glance for perhaps more than is acceptable. Another thing he would be blaming on the alcohol, though in truth it was hardly a new thing for him to do. He rips his gaze away when she pokes her tongue out, the action was far too tempting for him and really it was a reminder he’d been staring to begin with “Good. Because as much as I love my family I’m not against fighting them” He flashes her the biggest grin he can muster, taking another swig of the beer.

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christenmax:

“I’ll still volunteer.”

“Well all I’m saying is now every time you come by to help out don’t be too surprised if we end up asking you to mow....”

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christenmax:

“I didn’t say that…”

“And just like that you’ve gone down in my estimations.”

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christenmax:

“If this continues, Prattes, I'm sure I will always be your hero.”

“If I never have to mow all this again then you most definitely will be.”

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christenmax:

Max followed the banshee to the cottage, where he quickly found the lawnmower. With a small help from Max’s strength and speed, it didn’t take long to mow the lawn around the safe house.

“Would you look at that. I’d have been here all day doing all of this, and it would have completely killed my back. My hero.”

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greyxlastir:

Grey gestured to the seat in front of his desk, “What kind of work are you looking to have done? A fill-in or do you want to start a new design?”

“Something big on my back. It’s mostly covered in ugly scars and I kind of want to change that.”

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greyxlastir:

Grey’s ears perked up at the ding of the door opening. His eyes didn’t move from the design he was etching out on a piece of paper. “Good evening, you lookin’ for an estimate or a session?”

He nods in his welcome, slowly strolling through the shop towards the voice “Well I guess an estimation.”

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briarruza:

She still had her arm around his shoulders, her lips to his cheek and she started laughing all over again. Her dark eyes narrowed on his face as she leaned back ever so slightly to see him better. She very well might punch him. Likely not.  “Cheated? All because you couldn’t take advantage of the situation? I don’t think so.”  Her hand slid across the back of his shoulders as she uncoiled from him again and was reaching for her beer once more. It was fun to toy with August. Fun to mess around like this. Even if the what ifs were elephants in the room.  “You’re sad because they get pity treats and you get apology ones? I’m pretty sure I’ve given you more treats than anyone in that household, you know.”

“Who says I can’t take advantage of the situation?” He wasn’t usually this guy and he would definitely be blaming this on the alcohol later on, but with the said dutch courage coursing through his veins August reaches out for Ruza, cupping his hands in her hair and drags her towards him. Normally August is adamant against being the first to make a move, he’s a pretty open guy with his emotions and intentions so he prefers for partners to show their reciprocation before he will initiate anything. More for his piece of mind than anything. But he can’t not kiss Ruza in the moment. It’s drunken and sloppy but with his lips moving against hers there is no more teasing here. And then it’s over, he’s sitting back on the stool his mouth plastered with a shit eating grin “Now you give me more treats than my family. I’m a happy camper.”

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briarruza:

She burst out with a laugh, with almost no warning at all, the moment he said it to her. Turning to face him, the woman put the beer down on the counter with an awkwardly clumsy clatter of glass to wood. Whatever. One arm wound around the back of August’s neck and she pulled against him until her lips pressed firmly to the swell of his cheek.  “What makes you think the treats I bring you aren’t little apologies?”

“Oh hey now, that is not a kiss. I feel cheated.” His face definitely demonstrated his drunken displeasure, though even when sober he was still a pretty straightforward kind of guy. It had gotten him punched more times than not. “Because you give them to my family too, hard to make a guy feel special when everyone gets the same.”

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christenmax:

“I won’t argue with that.” Max held his hands up in surrender. “So… The mover is in the same place, right?”

“Yeah come on, it’s over at the cottage.”