group effort
tagging LordOfAwesome, sophomore year (general sexual themes warning, non-explicit)
group effort
Not knowing how to drive and not having a car was not the self-own that r/relationship_advice would claim it was. It would be when Salem had another birthday under his belt, but for now Salem was confident the average girl would understand getting arrested for underage driving was a big impediment to the typical primate flexing with symbols of status and security. Obviously Salem would eventually be getting his permit, and with that he'd be getting the cheapest car possible for a middle class family of artists and bohemians to afford, and if that reduced the caliber of girl he was capable of impressing then he didn't really care.
If Cali hadn't totaled the first one Salem would have been more reluctant about considering putting down payments on his own. Maybe he would have done it to start building credit score. But otherwise mooching off his sister would have suited him just fine- not like he even drove places all that often anyways. Driving was for NIMBYs. Unfortunately the ladies loved NIMBYs- property value matured at an equivalent speed to ovary ripening- so driving was a thing he'd have to put at least some amount of effort into.
And as for tonight, as opposed to the more distant long-term... Hm. Salem and Dani were alright as far as underclassman power couples went- if the party wasn't in Dani's house Dani was there one-hundred percent of the time rounded down, and Salem was right behind her in attendance metrics. What else... Dani was supposedly putting together something special for him tonight. Sounded fun, in an abstract way. She was putting on a show of putting in a decent amount of effort all of a sudden which didn't strike Salem as particularly practical, it wasn't like either of them had particular pretensions for the whole affair. He was probably off base but his personal theory was she had developed a bit of sentimental regard for him.
After all, she'd taught him all she knew, he'd been a fast learner. Not presumed on his part- she gave feedback very generously.
Salem was dressed in a pretty boring ensemble- denim jacket, button up with a few buttons tastefully popped, his rather pretty hair contained to dullness by a baseball cap. As far as he was aware she responded better to him trying to pass off as an actual guy as opposed to his more eclectic- read, awesome- taste in the gender queer. He was fine with that, and well aware that he still couldn't quite measure up in terms of pulling off a macho look. He saw the look she gave the beefier boys in class, but: while she watched those dudes with heart eyes, she watched him with ahaego eyes. Not bragging, just the truth.
He liked her. When she found a guy more suited for her aesthetically he'd be happy for her. And keep sending more cultured anime recs her way.
His knock on her door and ring of her doorbell was accompanied by a quick message by phone- the house was so damn large there was a good chance neither she or the servants would hear his summons when there were miles of faux cabin wood paneling and linoleum between.
If Cali hadn't totaled the first one Salem would have been more reluctant about considering putting down payments on his own. Maybe he would have done it to start building credit score. But otherwise mooching off his sister would have suited him just fine- not like he even drove places all that often anyways. Driving was for NIMBYs. Unfortunately the ladies loved NIMBYs- property value matured at an equivalent speed to ovary ripening- so driving was a thing he'd have to put at least some amount of effort into.
And as for tonight, as opposed to the more distant long-term... Hm. Salem and Dani were alright as far as underclassman power couples went- if the party wasn't in Dani's house Dani was there one-hundred percent of the time rounded down, and Salem was right behind her in attendance metrics. What else... Dani was supposedly putting together something special for him tonight. Sounded fun, in an abstract way. She was putting on a show of putting in a decent amount of effort all of a sudden which didn't strike Salem as particularly practical, it wasn't like either of them had particular pretensions for the whole affair. He was probably off base but his personal theory was she had developed a bit of sentimental regard for him.
After all, she'd taught him all she knew, he'd been a fast learner. Not presumed on his part- she gave feedback very generously.
Salem was dressed in a pretty boring ensemble- denim jacket, button up with a few buttons tastefully popped, his rather pretty hair contained to dullness by a baseball cap. As far as he was aware she responded better to him trying to pass off as an actual guy as opposed to his more eclectic- read, awesome- taste in the gender queer. He was fine with that, and well aware that he still couldn't quite measure up in terms of pulling off a macho look. He saw the look she gave the beefier boys in class, but: while she watched those dudes with heart eyes, she watched him with ahaego eyes. Not bragging, just the truth.
He liked her. When she found a guy more suited for her aesthetically he'd be happy for her. And keep sending more cultured anime recs her way.
His knock on her door and ring of her doorbell was accompanied by a quick message by phone- the house was so damn large there was a good chance neither she or the servants would hear his summons when there were miles of faux cabin wood paneling and linoleum between.
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Some might think it was an odd sight to see someone like Danielle Bird in the kitchen of her own home. After all, someone who was as rich as her hardly ever needed to cook for themselves when they had staff who could do it for them. Indeed, it was not often that she actually used the kitchen beyond getting something quick to sate her hunger. It would be even more odd to see her cooking.
“Durch die Wälder, durch die Auen
Zog ich leichten Muts dahin;
Alles, was ich konnt' erschauen,
War des sichern Rohrs Gewinn.”
…If nothing else, it provided a good opportunity to practice her singing and use it to focus on the task at hand.
As odd as the idea could be for some people, yes, she could actually cook for herself. It was most certainly not a skill she was particularly excited about, considering it more of a coincidental trivia about herself that was hardly ever worth mentioning. It wasn’t like she wasn’t proud of her skills — she was nothing if not prideful — but there were other skills she preferred. Singing, for example. She was very much more proud of her singing prowess. She didn’t even consider herself a bad cook, but she also didn’t think her cooking wasn’t anything to write home about.
So why was she cooking now? Well, simply due to the fact she wanted to do something nice for her boyfriend.
While she and Salem were quite the power couple themselves, it was surprising how long they had lasted given Dani’s own habit of going through new boyfriends and the fact that she was Salem’s rebound after he and Molly split. Despite that little hurdle, Dani certainly enjoyed her time with Salem. Maybe he wasn’t as masculine as she preferred, but he was hot all the same. Popular too, which was a must. And she had his attention all to herself, and she was more than happy to reward that attention in private. Though she would have to admit, she had a hard time keeping her attention to him with some other guys around. Not that she would ever cheat, but with some of the eye candy around school she sometimes felt a little restricted.
Though, in some way she did feel a greater attachment to Salem than most of her past boyfriends. Perhaps it was for shallow reasons, but whenever she entertained the idea of something new she was more hesitant. Lately she had been doing a few nice things for him, such as taking him on some rather expensive trips to Boston or getting him a nice gift or two. Which leads to tonight’s little venture: making him dinner.
Maybe it was silly of her, trying to continue the relationship but she did put value on Salem as a boyfriend. They lasted this long, why not try for longer?
”Abends bracht' ich reiche Beute,
Und wie über eignes Glück,
Drohend wohl dem Mörder,
freute sich Agathes Liebesblick!
As she continued her song, she looked down at the steak she was cooking on the pan. It was just about ready she figured, and the mushrooms and asparagus were all done. The meal should be good. She thinks. Normally she didn’t eat greasy food like steak as that’s the sort of thing that can mess up your singing voice, but she was willing to make an exception for today. Mainly because this whole process made her hungry and it wouldn’t be fair if Salem was the only one eating!
Her phone gave a little ding.
Pausing on her cooking and singing she looked to her phone. Ah, Salem was already here. Perfect time.
She moved the food off their respective burners, quickly washed her hands and made her way out of the kitchen. She navigated through her home, moving to the main foyer to go greet her boyfriend. After about a few minutes she arrived at the front door, quickly checking over herself to make sure she was presentable. Red low-cut long sleeve cotton shirt that exposed her midriff, a pair of cut off shorts, and enough jewelry on her wrists and around her neck to look like she robbed a jewelry store. Simple, yet sexy. Salem would love it.
She opened the door, smiling sweetly at Salem.
“Hey, baby!” She greeted, quickly moving to wrap her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Glad you could make it.”
“Durch die Wälder, durch die Auen
Zog ich leichten Muts dahin;
Alles, was ich konnt' erschauen,
War des sichern Rohrs Gewinn.”
…If nothing else, it provided a good opportunity to practice her singing and use it to focus on the task at hand.
As odd as the idea could be for some people, yes, she could actually cook for herself. It was most certainly not a skill she was particularly excited about, considering it more of a coincidental trivia about herself that was hardly ever worth mentioning. It wasn’t like she wasn’t proud of her skills — she was nothing if not prideful — but there were other skills she preferred. Singing, for example. She was very much more proud of her singing prowess. She didn’t even consider herself a bad cook, but she also didn’t think her cooking wasn’t anything to write home about.
So why was she cooking now? Well, simply due to the fact she wanted to do something nice for her boyfriend.
While she and Salem were quite the power couple themselves, it was surprising how long they had lasted given Dani’s own habit of going through new boyfriends and the fact that she was Salem’s rebound after he and Molly split. Despite that little hurdle, Dani certainly enjoyed her time with Salem. Maybe he wasn’t as masculine as she preferred, but he was hot all the same. Popular too, which was a must. And she had his attention all to herself, and she was more than happy to reward that attention in private. Though she would have to admit, she had a hard time keeping her attention to him with some other guys around. Not that she would ever cheat, but with some of the eye candy around school she sometimes felt a little restricted.
Though, in some way she did feel a greater attachment to Salem than most of her past boyfriends. Perhaps it was for shallow reasons, but whenever she entertained the idea of something new she was more hesitant. Lately she had been doing a few nice things for him, such as taking him on some rather expensive trips to Boston or getting him a nice gift or two. Which leads to tonight’s little venture: making him dinner.
Maybe it was silly of her, trying to continue the relationship but she did put value on Salem as a boyfriend. They lasted this long, why not try for longer?
”Abends bracht' ich reiche Beute,
Und wie über eignes Glück,
Drohend wohl dem Mörder,
freute sich Agathes Liebesblick!
As she continued her song, she looked down at the steak she was cooking on the pan. It was just about ready she figured, and the mushrooms and asparagus were all done. The meal should be good. She thinks. Normally she didn’t eat greasy food like steak as that’s the sort of thing that can mess up your singing voice, but she was willing to make an exception for today. Mainly because this whole process made her hungry and it wouldn’t be fair if Salem was the only one eating!
Her phone gave a little ding.
Pausing on her cooking and singing she looked to her phone. Ah, Salem was already here. Perfect time.
She moved the food off their respective burners, quickly washed her hands and made her way out of the kitchen. She navigated through her home, moving to the main foyer to go greet her boyfriend. After about a few minutes she arrived at the front door, quickly checking over herself to make sure she was presentable. Red low-cut long sleeve cotton shirt that exposed her midriff, a pair of cut off shorts, and enough jewelry on her wrists and around her neck to look like she robbed a jewelry store. Simple, yet sexy. Salem would love it.
She opened the door, smiling sweetly at Salem.
“Hey, baby!” She greeted, quickly moving to wrap her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Glad you could make it.”
Salem was a bit grateful puberty had kicked in at the last second and equaled out their heights- he'd spent most of Freshman and Sophomore year until last month being shorter than any of his girlfriends. He apparently had a thing for tall girls, whatever that was supposed to imply could rest in the grave alongside Freud's spinning corpse. The spot Dani had kissed briefly warmed, then returned to being a typical patch of flesh maybe a bit wetter.
"If I missed it I'd kind of be an asshole. Which'd be out of character- you know that's not it."
He was smiling too, easy, loose, like it'd fall off if he put any more effort into it. When he looked at her he felt satisfied. Not really to the extent that he'd ever been with Chloe before they'd broken it off- and definitely not the way staring at Molly still sometimes felt like a gut punch to this day against all his better judgement. Dani wasn't just eye candy- make no mistake, she was that, the crop top was unfair and dangerous to his higher mental faculties with extended exposure- but she was more. A good friend. Something of a mentor, in so far as any teenager could ever unironically be called a mentor in anything. She was beautiful in spirit almost more so than body.
A bunch of nice sounding words, anyways. Salem affixed one arm onto her waist for a pleasant moment in time before he disengaged and drifted past without bothering to take stock of the sights he'd be able to navigate blindfolded until the inevitable yearly home makeover. He moved in a side-step, watching her earnestly as she followed him.
"Smells good." When they were close. Looked even better when they made it there. "Did this one entirely yourself, yeah? I must've been a good boy."
He'd been counting the days, mostly because he counted everything out loud where nobody could hear him where the echo off his grey matter reminded him how cute and pretty his own voice was when it wasn't bouncing at him through his own thick skull. They'd lasted... longer than he'd been expecting, for sure. Chloe, Molly, neither relationship had been that objectively long, for all the impact they'd left.
Salem had to wonder if that meant something. It was just a second thought. Nothing definitive, and the word maybe was probably also overselling it.
"Remember how many cups were on this counter last party... was that first week of May?" Salem idly swiped at a bit of sauce spill on said counter and sampled it with a murmuring nod of approval. "I'm still convinced those kids no of us recognized were SSU gatecrashers. Not like those Benzes in the driveway were all yours- your dad only has so many."
Anyways, he knew where the dishes were- another sign of being in too deep, abort, etc- and was already grabbing enough of everything for two. Balanced on one hand with a bit of theater kid flare, because that was extra as fuck so of course he had to, wearing his usual innocent smirk that was supposedly youthful all the while.
"Where are we setting up shop tonight?" Parents weren't home, so. No rush, they had all the time in the world. For tonight. Maybe tomorrow, or however long this'd last.
"If I missed it I'd kind of be an asshole. Which'd be out of character- you know that's not it."
He was smiling too, easy, loose, like it'd fall off if he put any more effort into it. When he looked at her he felt satisfied. Not really to the extent that he'd ever been with Chloe before they'd broken it off- and definitely not the way staring at Molly still sometimes felt like a gut punch to this day against all his better judgement. Dani wasn't just eye candy- make no mistake, she was that, the crop top was unfair and dangerous to his higher mental faculties with extended exposure- but she was more. A good friend. Something of a mentor, in so far as any teenager could ever unironically be called a mentor in anything. She was beautiful in spirit almost more so than body.
A bunch of nice sounding words, anyways. Salem affixed one arm onto her waist for a pleasant moment in time before he disengaged and drifted past without bothering to take stock of the sights he'd be able to navigate blindfolded until the inevitable yearly home makeover. He moved in a side-step, watching her earnestly as she followed him.
"Smells good." When they were close. Looked even better when they made it there. "Did this one entirely yourself, yeah? I must've been a good boy."
He'd been counting the days, mostly because he counted everything out loud where nobody could hear him where the echo off his grey matter reminded him how cute and pretty his own voice was when it wasn't bouncing at him through his own thick skull. They'd lasted... longer than he'd been expecting, for sure. Chloe, Molly, neither relationship had been that objectively long, for all the impact they'd left.
Salem had to wonder if that meant something. It was just a second thought. Nothing definitive, and the word maybe was probably also overselling it.
"Remember how many cups were on this counter last party... was that first week of May?" Salem idly swiped at a bit of sauce spill on said counter and sampled it with a murmuring nod of approval. "I'm still convinced those kids no of us recognized were SSU gatecrashers. Not like those Benzes in the driveway were all yours- your dad only has so many."
Anyways, he knew where the dishes were- another sign of being in too deep, abort, etc- and was already grabbing enough of everything for two. Balanced on one hand with a bit of theater kid flare, because that was extra as fuck so of course he had to, wearing his usual innocent smirk that was supposedly youthful all the while.
"Where are we setting up shop tonight?" Parents weren't home, so. No rush, they had all the time in the world. For tonight. Maybe tomorrow, or however long this'd last.
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Dani was quick to affix herself to Salem’s side once his arm wrapped around her waist. It was definitely a sensation that she was well familiar with, and it was comforting in a way to have a guy literally wrap themselves around her and hold her close. Of course, Salem was more than just another guy for whom Dani demanded attention from. He was a good friend all things considered, and together they had a lot of good times, such as their many, many trips to nearby Boston. The fact he can navigate his way through her home without needing her to guide him to the kitchen put him a few leagues above other guys she's dated, who could at most navigate their way to her bedroom.
“It was the least I could do for my guy,” She said as they entered the kitchen.
Her guy.
Momentarily her thoughts betrayed her as she wondered how long that term would apply to him. She did her best to shake off those thoughts, but she couldn’t help but wonder when Salem would go from “my guy” to “my last guy”. She doubted that Salem hadn’t thought the same thing at some point.
“Oh right!” She said as she leaned over the counter, resting her elbows on the hard surface. “I still have no idea who those people were or how they even heard about the party. I pretty much keep the word bound to our school so weirdos don’t show up. I remember one of them hit on me, and it was the most awkward attempt I had ever experienced. Like, guy, I barely know you and you are trying WAY too hard.”
She paused for a moment, thinking about that party and what had transpired as she idly watched Salem dish out the food. She wanted to tell him that she could handle it and that he should just sit back and relax, but he was already doing it. So too little, too late. Besides, the flourish he gave with carrying it and that cute little smirk was charming.
Definitely a little extra, but she wasn’t going to complain.
“Well… We could eat in the dining room and then go chill out and watch a movie in the living room.” She paused for a moment, then added, “Or we could just go to my room after we eat."
“It was the least I could do for my guy,” She said as they entered the kitchen.
Her guy.
Momentarily her thoughts betrayed her as she wondered how long that term would apply to him. She did her best to shake off those thoughts, but she couldn’t help but wonder when Salem would go from “my guy” to “my last guy”. She doubted that Salem hadn’t thought the same thing at some point.
“Oh right!” She said as she leaned over the counter, resting her elbows on the hard surface. “I still have no idea who those people were or how they even heard about the party. I pretty much keep the word bound to our school so weirdos don’t show up. I remember one of them hit on me, and it was the most awkward attempt I had ever experienced. Like, guy, I barely know you and you are trying WAY too hard.”
She paused for a moment, thinking about that party and what had transpired as she idly watched Salem dish out the food. She wanted to tell him that she could handle it and that he should just sit back and relax, but he was already doing it. So too little, too late. Besides, the flourish he gave with carrying it and that cute little smirk was charming.
Definitely a little extra, but she wasn’t going to complain.
“Well… We could eat in the dining room and then go chill out and watch a movie in the living room.” She paused for a moment, then added, “Or we could just go to my room after we eat."
"I think the reason college dudes simp extra hard for girls in high school-"
Because somehow the idle chatter had mutated into that particular throwaway topic by the time they'd gotten halfway through Dani's thoughtfully prepared meal.
"-literally statutory, et cetera, is because they feel they're on even playing field when they're older. They can't handle women their age." The texture of the crust on the steak reminded him of a far more expensive (Dani paid, in that particular case) one they'd downed with harbor views. Honestly he hadn't even been aware that a couple under eighteen had the clout (clout gang, clout gang) to not be laughed out of reservations to a suit-and-tie establishment. The influence of that O'Hara Holdings maxed out donations when it wasn't being funneled into Canon's war chest. He hadn't even looked at a suit before that night, let alone owning one. The one he'd picked out had had tomyboy vibes the way the jacket fit, which had suited him fine as much as it had mildly irritated Dani.
"To be fair to them I also can't handle women my age and I lucked out that you taught me in your mercy. There but for grace I go," in passing reference, pointing at the metaphorical corpse of tryhard #8 of infinity such models that Dani had regaled him with bard's tale of. All this over candle and assorted mood lighting. Very romantic, if you were into that sort of thing. Salem felt like a bit of a bobblehead, but it was entertaining enough.
"You probably have a better sense than I do, if the beta males of the future are only going to be more and more pathetic as time goes on. Or maybe there's hope for them to grow up." Malthus debunked, either way.
Salem, incidentally, had offered a non-committal not-much-body shrug to the idea of a movie. His way of saying 'nope, we're skipping that part'. They'd already watched all the good anime they could agree on together, and he kind of hated sitting down for live action anything if it wasn't educational, but girls he dated usually didn't get to learn that particular aspect of himself. Salem made a play with his fork for the bits of mushroom left on Dani's plate- he'd finished his side dishes already. He didn't really want hers, but it'd be cute in a focus-group tested way to try.
Because somehow the idle chatter had mutated into that particular throwaway topic by the time they'd gotten halfway through Dani's thoughtfully prepared meal.
"-literally statutory, et cetera, is because they feel they're on even playing field when they're older. They can't handle women their age." The texture of the crust on the steak reminded him of a far more expensive (Dani paid, in that particular case) one they'd downed with harbor views. Honestly he hadn't even been aware that a couple under eighteen had the clout (clout gang, clout gang) to not be laughed out of reservations to a suit-and-tie establishment. The influence of that O'Hara Holdings maxed out donations when it wasn't being funneled into Canon's war chest. He hadn't even looked at a suit before that night, let alone owning one. The one he'd picked out had had tomyboy vibes the way the jacket fit, which had suited him fine as much as it had mildly irritated Dani.
"To be fair to them I also can't handle women my age and I lucked out that you taught me in your mercy. There but for grace I go," in passing reference, pointing at the metaphorical corpse of tryhard #8 of infinity such models that Dani had regaled him with bard's tale of. All this over candle and assorted mood lighting. Very romantic, if you were into that sort of thing. Salem felt like a bit of a bobblehead, but it was entertaining enough.
"You probably have a better sense than I do, if the beta males of the future are only going to be more and more pathetic as time goes on. Or maybe there's hope for them to grow up." Malthus debunked, either way.
Salem, incidentally, had offered a non-committal not-much-body shrug to the idea of a movie. His way of saying 'nope, we're skipping that part'. They'd already watched all the good anime they could agree on together, and he kind of hated sitting down for live action anything if it wasn't educational, but girls he dated usually didn't get to learn that particular aspect of himself. Salem made a play with his fork for the bits of mushroom left on Dani's plate- he'd finished his side dishes already. He didn't really want hers, but it'd be cute in a focus-group tested way to try.
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As Salem talked, Dani just nodded her head politely every now and then to show she was listening to him. She ate her food, keeping pace with him as he ate it. Still talking about those loser college guys, so obviously he liked the food enough that he had no outright complaints.Tries as she might, her interest in the conversation was waning, but was not exactly showing it on her features. If she had any input, it had long since been lost and forgotten.
Food had eventually finished and she looked over to him with a smile, noting his shrug at the suggestion of a movie. So that was out. Still, they had some options and if she had any guesses on what he might want to do, it would mean walking through the house to get to her room. He talked about grace and mercy that she bestowed upon him, and she wondered ideally if he really just meant “you have sex with me”. Though that may be cynical of her to think, especially since the two are engaging in a rather romantic evening. She even allied him to pick at her side dishes — a gesture she admittedly found cute.
“Well, here’s hoping they do,” She said, standing from the table to collect the plates. “We’ll get this put away and head off to my room?”
Food had eventually finished and she looked over to him with a smile, noting his shrug at the suggestion of a movie. So that was out. Still, they had some options and if she had any guesses on what he might want to do, it would mean walking through the house to get to her room. He talked about grace and mercy that she bestowed upon him, and she wondered ideally if he really just meant “you have sex with me”. Though that may be cynical of her to think, especially since the two are engaging in a rather romantic evening. She even allied him to pick at her side dishes — a gesture she admittedly found cute.
“Well, here’s hoping they do,” She said, standing from the table to collect the plates. “We’ll get this put away and head off to my room?”
It reminded him of how he imagined conversations flowed when one was an important figure in the American politicalscape. Waves lapping at the same bit of beach over and over, never leaving their mark on the sand. Going through the motions, to translate the metaphor. Interesting how that had slowly become more and more a feature of their conversations over time.
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system.
Good practice for a future of PR shenanigans, probably. Salem was also about done with the speechcraft, his mind was starting to numb around the edges and they hadn't been planning on drinking tonight. Something about being too young or something- never mind that they both knew exactly where each wine cellar in the house was. Every single one of the... four... five... okay but for sure, there were a lot, he knew that definitively.
"Got something else to show me? Nice. I'll take proper notes this time."
Not needed, he learned well enough kinesthetically. Not optimal but these things, in his admittedly limited experience, were intuitive enough that a little hands on experience (eyes emoji) would last a lifetime. Incels could never, so on.
And the lead, he took that too. He'd be excused for needing to follow her cues in previous months of their relationship but now he definitely had to have a bit of hair on his chest (metaphorically, literally it'd probably never come in at this rate) and unga bunga hot girl like the bonobo he was. He stood, drifted to her side of the table and wrapped her up in his embrace from behind. His hands, well. Exploratory committee for future president of her entire world. Just a quick but judiciously rough tease, then he took one of her hands and guided her to her feet.
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system.
Good practice for a future of PR shenanigans, probably. Salem was also about done with the speechcraft, his mind was starting to numb around the edges and they hadn't been planning on drinking tonight. Something about being too young or something- never mind that they both knew exactly where each wine cellar in the house was. Every single one of the... four... five... okay but for sure, there were a lot, he knew that definitively.
"Got something else to show me? Nice. I'll take proper notes this time."
Not needed, he learned well enough kinesthetically. Not optimal but these things, in his admittedly limited experience, were intuitive enough that a little hands on experience (eyes emoji) would last a lifetime. Incels could never, so on.
And the lead, he took that too. He'd be excused for needing to follow her cues in previous months of their relationship but now he definitely had to have a bit of hair on his chest (metaphorically, literally it'd probably never come in at this rate) and unga bunga hot girl like the bonobo he was. He stood, drifted to her side of the table and wrapped her up in his embrace from behind. His hands, well. Exploratory committee for future president of her entire world. Just a quick but judiciously rough tease, then he took one of her hands and guided her to her feet.
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Dani gave him a sly smile, shrugging her shoulders. What was there to actually show him? The two of them had done this song and dance a few times now, so she doubted she could do anything that he hadn’t already seen. Not that it wasn’t fun or anything. She certainly enjoyed the attention he gave her, and the embrace from behind and the… exploratory hands were always welcome. She leaned into him, lifting a hand to stroke the side of his face affectionately.
He took her by the hand to help her, but she was ultimately in the lead.
She tightened her grip around his digits, smiling oh so sweetly while narrowing her eyes at him. She tugged him along behind her, leading him through her home. Sure they could have walked side-by-side, but where was the fun in that? No, no, no. She felt it was better this way. A continuation of the “special treatment” she had lined up for her boyfriend in a sense, no matter how small. With her guidance, they quickly arrived at the door to her room.
She turned to Salem, moving close to him and pulling him into an embrace, her hand fumbling to her room’s door knob and pushing it open, quickly ushering in Salem as her lips locked with his.
As the door closed behind them, in the back of Dani’s head she thought that after all was said and done, he better be pretty damn appreciative of her efforts tonight...
He took her by the hand to help her, but she was ultimately in the lead.
She tightened her grip around his digits, smiling oh so sweetly while narrowing her eyes at him. She tugged him along behind her, leading him through her home. Sure they could have walked side-by-side, but where was the fun in that? No, no, no. She felt it was better this way. A continuation of the “special treatment” she had lined up for her boyfriend in a sense, no matter how small. With her guidance, they quickly arrived at the door to her room.
She turned to Salem, moving close to him and pulling him into an embrace, her hand fumbling to her room’s door knob and pushing it open, quickly ushering in Salem as her lips locked with his.
As the door closed behind them, in the back of Dani’s head she thought that after all was said and done, he better be pretty damn appreciative of her efforts tonight...
Two, and some aftercare, to one.
Didn't match his established all-time record but he'd showed off the results of his study satisfactorily, once again.
Salem had already returned shirt and underwear to their proper place... or they might have been there the whole time? Not the detail he'd been tracking. Honestly, he'd actually had his mind elsewhere for most of the act. And not as an endurance trick or anything- though that had been one of Dani's suggestions, way back when, in the prehistorically ancient history of a month ago. He'd just been along for the ride. Pleasant, taking a craftsman's pleasure in the process but... hm. He didn't know. It reminded him of that expensive steak with similarly priced views of Boston harbor- the cost of just sitting down, and getting not enough water in a champagne flute. It had been great, but forgettable. The texture and taste were memories he remembered having, but he couldn't remember what specifically they had been.
His legs dangled over the side of her bed, the rest of him pointed the way of the ceiling. He business-like massaged a fermenting bruise under his ribs from when footing had been lost and slipping had occurred.
"Weird time to bring this up but. I approached you, if I remember right." He did, insofar as he could trust his own recollection of events. Like an SDHC, slowly burning a hole in the frontmost of his lobes. "What did you think of me at first? Not in general but when I said we should go out sometime."
His own opinion of her had been as forgettable as steak, as throwaway as a condom well worn. He remembered that much and nothing else. Maybe the room it'd happened in- a basketball team party, voraciously celebrating losing by less than the usual amount of points.
Didn't match his established all-time record but he'd showed off the results of his study satisfactorily, once again.
Salem had already returned shirt and underwear to their proper place... or they might have been there the whole time? Not the detail he'd been tracking. Honestly, he'd actually had his mind elsewhere for most of the act. And not as an endurance trick or anything- though that had been one of Dani's suggestions, way back when, in the prehistorically ancient history of a month ago. He'd just been along for the ride. Pleasant, taking a craftsman's pleasure in the process but... hm. He didn't know. It reminded him of that expensive steak with similarly priced views of Boston harbor- the cost of just sitting down, and getting not enough water in a champagne flute. It had been great, but forgettable. The texture and taste were memories he remembered having, but he couldn't remember what specifically they had been.
His legs dangled over the side of her bed, the rest of him pointed the way of the ceiling. He business-like massaged a fermenting bruise under his ribs from when footing had been lost and slipping had occurred.
"Weird time to bring this up but. I approached you, if I remember right." He did, insofar as he could trust his own recollection of events. Like an SDHC, slowly burning a hole in the frontmost of his lobes. "What did you think of me at first? Not in general but when I said we should go out sometime."
His own opinion of her had been as forgettable as steak, as throwaway as a condom well worn. He remembered that much and nothing else. Maybe the room it'd happened in- a basketball team party, voraciously celebrating losing by less than the usual amount of points.
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Right, all was said and done. Dani fixed up her clothes as she had been wearing now that they were done. Adjusting everything back into place, no folds or creases to ensure comfort. Now it was back to how things were moments ago, as if she didn’t just fuck Salem for an hour. She stood, inspected herself, patted herself off as if to get some unseen dust off her clothes. He started talking and she looked at him from the corner of her eye. She forced a sweet smile on her face, even as he asked what he had thought of him when he had asked her out.
What had she thought of him? That was hard to say on her part. Sure, he was cute, but a lot of guys were and a lot had asked her out at one point or another. The more she thought about it, though, she found herself not quite remembering what she had thought of him at the time. She supposed he was different from most of the guys that asked her out. He wasn’t bad on the eye either. But her actual opinion at the time? She couldn’t be asked to remember off the top of her head.
“I thought you were charming,” she said. It was partially true, Salem was charming but, again, she couldn’t actually recall her thoughts from that time. “A lot more than some other guys, that’s for sure.”
If she remembered, it was at a party. She had broken up with her boyfriend at the time a few days prior, so she had a couple guys trying to chat her up. Sharks in the water, drawn to blood as it were. Nothing about them was particularly memorable, just yet more guys who wanted her for her looks. Not that she minded, but they really didn’t catch her eye at all. Salem though? He was more interesting to her at least, and by all accounts she had made the right choice accepting going on a date.
…At least for a while.
“Any reason you wanted to bring this up?” she asked, adjusting her bra. “Just feeling nostalgic or something, babe?”
What had she thought of him? That was hard to say on her part. Sure, he was cute, but a lot of guys were and a lot had asked her out at one point or another. The more she thought about it, though, she found herself not quite remembering what she had thought of him at the time. She supposed he was different from most of the guys that asked her out. He wasn’t bad on the eye either. But her actual opinion at the time? She couldn’t be asked to remember off the top of her head.
“I thought you were charming,” she said. It was partially true, Salem was charming but, again, she couldn’t actually recall her thoughts from that time. “A lot more than some other guys, that’s for sure.”
If she remembered, it was at a party. She had broken up with her boyfriend at the time a few days prior, so she had a couple guys trying to chat her up. Sharks in the water, drawn to blood as it were. Nothing about them was particularly memorable, just yet more guys who wanted her for her looks. Not that she minded, but they really didn’t catch her eye at all. Salem though? He was more interesting to her at least, and by all accounts she had made the right choice accepting going on a date.
…At least for a while.
“Any reason you wanted to bring this up?” she asked, adjusting her bra. “Just feeling nostalgic or something, babe?”
"Aren't we too young to have nostalgia?" Salem smiled the question on autopilot as he thought about the idea of longing for the past... vibe check? A e s t h e t i c s sort of deal? Sounded like the sort of thing someone like Cali would understand, or one of the more emotionally adjusted cheer girls like Stormy or Ash or whoever else. Salem, far as he was aware with his strictly mortal brain, had never thought much of the younger himself. Probably a cool enough guy.
"But yeah," he pivoted, his moment of thought passing in exactly a moment, his eyes having never left hers. "I was thinking about long term. We like each other, but enough to be high school sweethearts... I don't think I see it. Neither of us are the settle down sort."
If he'd read her right, anyways. Chance he hadn't, but it was the sort of number he'd bet on. Losing the gamble meant dealing with awkward emotional moments. Maybe the ruination of his reputation- Dani was one of the few in the school who could sink him like a cue ball.
But even if he'd been less sure he would've said it that bluntly anyways. Not like he knew how else to phrase his thoughts.
"Bit sudden, but better to say it at some point."
"But yeah," he pivoted, his moment of thought passing in exactly a moment, his eyes having never left hers. "I was thinking about long term. We like each other, but enough to be high school sweethearts... I don't think I see it. Neither of us are the settle down sort."
If he'd read her right, anyways. Chance he hadn't, but it was the sort of number he'd bet on. Losing the gamble meant dealing with awkward emotional moments. Maybe the ruination of his reputation- Dani was one of the few in the school who could sink him like a cue ball.
But even if he'd been less sure he would've said it that bluntly anyways. Not like he knew how else to phrase his thoughts.
"Bit sudden, but better to say it at some point."