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

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

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.

Comments

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

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.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

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?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

If it means I'd get laid. [He lifts a hand to gently tuck her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering in the soft locks.] But considering I've put those days behind me, maybe I'll reconsider how much I like you.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

I feel so special, sugah. [She raises an eyebrow at him with amusement. If it's a game they're playing, she's fairly sure he's going to end up winning.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

You are special. [He leans in, licking his lips as he raises a brow at her in mirrored amusement.] And you should let me take you out Saturday and show you just how special you are.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a mock-wary look, tapping him lightly on the chest with one hand.] Will there be tricky metal chopsticks involved?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He lets out a soft laugh at that.] Cross my heart, beautiful. I don't want you embarrassing me like that again.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[The tap turns into a light hit (Light by Rogue's standards, that is) and she glares at him.] Hey, I know how to use chopsticks! Those ones were just... tricky.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He flinches a little at the hit, but he settles back towards her, his shoulders shaking a little with laughter.] Sure, sweetheart. I believe you. And I promise only forks on Saturday.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She gives him an appraising look before smiling again, hand settling and flattening against his chest.] Okay. So Saturday then.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[His eyes fall to her smile for a moment, maybe linger a second too long on her lips. His smile lingers as he looks down and away from the temptation; he reaches to take a drink of his now lukewarm coffee.] I won't disappoint. Dress nice.