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[open threads] because julian's a social creature and crystal misses him.

Characters: Julian and YOU.
Setting: The kitchen.
Content: Julian Keller is consistently a hot BAMF. Tonight is probably no exception.
Status: Open and incomplete.

[Julian's just coming through the sliding doors from outside. He's in a nice suit and tie, looking a little worse for wear. Yeah, he was playing Mr. Grown Up in the city, kicking ass and taking names. He didn't tell anyone he'd not be around at all today, in true Julian fashion. And he just got off the phone with another riveting and lovely conversation with his rather pissed off, pushy father.

So he's tired, rubbing one of his eyes with the heel of his hand and loosening his tie with the other, popping the top button of his shirt undone.

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[It takes a lot of effort for her not to kiss him either, especially as she rises up on her toes to re-drape tie around his neck before stealing back her mug.] Maybe if you say please...

[It's really just fucking unfair how that loss of few inches draws most of his attention to her lips. Or rather, it's just unfair he can't give in to the desire to tilt his head down. But he can't think of that. But not thinking about it doesn't stop him from tilting his head down closer anyway. And enjoying pressing her against the counter lightly, his voice low and murmured and just for her.]

Please.

[She can't look at him when he's got that look in his eyes and so she settles with dropping her gaze and biting her lip for a moment. Taking a sip of the tea's another good distraction so she does that before shifting slightly to put the mug on the counter behind her.] Okay. You're gonna have to move though, sugah.

When you put it like that, maybe I don't want coffee. [He says this in the same low tone, with just a hint of playfulness. But even as he says the words, he pulls back, giving her enough room to move away.]

[There's a beat before she slides out from between him and the counter, turning away as she starts moving about the kitchen, starting the coffee maker and reaching for another mug. Looking at him still isn't happening though. She's still far too inclined to give in to the urge to kiss him.]

[Julian's taken up the mantle of looking but not touching the past few weeks. Because if he can't touch her, he's certainly not going to deprive himself of not looking at her either. So he's looking, leaning against the counter as she busies herself.

And because looking always leads to not being able to help himself, he pushes away from the counter and wraps his arms around her waist from behind, kissing the side of her temple and heaving a soft sigh.]

You're beautiful.

[She closes her eyes for a moment and smiles at the touch. There's no real answer she give that besides a mumbled thanks. The coffee finishes brewing and she pulls away just enough to pour it into a mug, turning and passing it to him.] There you go. Your not-tea. [She's more than happy to reclaim her lovely mug of tea and drink some though. Because tea is totally not gross, no matter what he says.]

[All he can do in response to her thanks is press his lips to her hair again, tighten his arms around her in a gentle squeeze. But he pulls away when she does, rests his hand on the counter behind her, taking the mug with a smile. She's adorable. And he wants nothing more than to kiss her.] Thank you, sweetheart. [But instead he pulls away to get milk from the fridge and pour some in his mug.]

Edited 2010-11-19 02:29 (UTC)

You're welcome. [There's a comfortable silence between them for a few as they both took a moment to savour the hot drinks on such a cold day. Rogue steps away from the counter and towards him again, expression curious.] So why the suit today?

[He's mid-swallow as she asks the question, dropping his eyes to the ground with quite the hefty exhale as he walks over to the island to sit. He doesn't want to get into it, not really. It would involve explaining a lot of shit, but he doesn't want to lie, either. He lifts his eyes to her.]

Remember that uh boring business shit with my dad? That's what the suit was for today.

Oh okay. [She remembers the "boring business shit" but she doesn't exactly know what he's talking about. Her gaze flicks downwards as she silently debates whether or not to ask him more about it. Talking about actual issues is still uncharted territory between the new them. She bites her lip, still mentally debating.]

[Well, he doesn't like that face. He doesn't want to be the reason she makes that face, the reason she looks so uncertain. He swallows a little, looks down himself. And then smiles a little sadly, peers back up to gesture to her with his head.]

C'mere.

[She's mentally kicking herself for being such an open book with this sort of stuff. The last thing she wants to do is make him feel pressured into telling her anything. But she takes those last few steps so she's right in front of him again and looking up at him with carefully school curiosity.] Yeah?

[He licks his lips a little, looks down at her hands before reaching to take one in his own. He can feel the warmth of her fingers even through the glove, and he let out his breath slowly, looking back up to her. This is what relationships are about, right? Maybe he doesn't have to hold everything so close. It won't kill him.] You can ask.

I uhhh... okay. [She's a bit thrown by his words. Not what she was expecting. Her teeth pull at her lower lip for a moment as she looks down at their entwined hands before looking back at him again.] What do you mean by business stuff?

[He holds her eyes for a moment, and maybe she can see the passing vulnerability in them before he looks down at their hands in much the same way she had, steeling himself before lifting his head again.] When my brother died... [He stops, pauses so soon. His eyes fall to the ground again and stay there for a quiet moment.] When he was alive, he owned a company. He took care of hotels in the city and along the east coast. [He smiles in anticipation of his next words, quite lamely. But he needs to inject some humor into this, enough to be able to look up at her again, which he does.] And I say this with the confidence you're not a gold-digger, sweetheart, but uh... They're mine now. Or they will be all mine once I graduate.

So... [He lets out a deep breath, his next words cut and dry, the look in his eyes heavy and guarded from the anger and weariness he feels.] Some asshole accountant has been stealing from me, the company, after James died. That's what I've been dealing with. That's what this is.

[Rogue listens as he explains, expression sober. Neither one of them are very good at this sharing business and she fully appreciates what him telling her means. She doesn't say anything for a moment as he finishes speaking, instead pulling her hand free from his and setting both their mugs aside. She wants to kiss him but a hug is the next best thing.] I'm sorry, sugah. [The words are murmured softly in his ear as she hugs him.]

[A hug's almost better. It's... nicer. Can last as long as they want it to, with no limitations. He closes his eyes as she presses against him, warm and comforting and solid. He can't remember the last time someone wrapped their arms around him like this. His face drops to her shoulder, and a moment later he lifts his arms to encircle her, his fingers curling a little against the fabric of her shirt. For the first time in awhile, he relaxes, just breathing her in, letting the moment stretch and last.]

[She's glad that he told her. It makes this start to really feel like more of a relationship than before. Sharing... that's a part of these things. Maybe one day, she'll find herself doing the same but for now, she's just glad he trusts her enough to tell her about this. None of this gets said though. There's just hugging.]

[And some more hugging. Maybe he should feel afraid of this, of her and how this feels, but he doesn't let it get to him, not right now. Not when everything is so incredibly peaceful that all he can decide to do is hold her a little tighter and closer. This does make this real. More real than it had been before. He smiles, turns his head towards her neck and blinks his eyes open, his voice soft and whispered and playful.]

So I think I like you a little.

I should hope so. [Her voice is equally hushed and playful as she pulls away just enough so she can look at him and grin a bit with amusement.] But only a little?

[He'll play along, his arms loosening from around her and pulling back, his hands holding onto her slim waist. A smirk finds his lips, but mostly his eyes are doing all the smiling.] Just a little, sweetheart.

[She sighs a bit theatrically. She can play along right back.] Well, I guess that I like you just a little too then, sugah.

That's a shame. [His smile pulls into a grin and he tugs at her waist a little.] Maybe I shouldn't ask you out someplace really nice this weekend.

What happened to you only liking me a little? [Her grin morphs into feigned innocence.] Do you take all the girls you only kinda like nice places?

Edited 2010-11-19 04:38 (UTC)

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