For a blink-and-you-might-miss-it moment, in the middle of reaching for the stack of styrofoam cups, Cassidy freezes. Goes absolutely stock still. Airy and Widowmaker. Had sex. In a dream. They had sex in a dream and it was real. Oh, fuck, he's stoned. Oh, shite, what is happening.
Coffee. He's getting coffee and smoking a cigarette. Cassidy pours out a couple of cups, takes the final drag, and stamps the cigarette out in the nearest ashtray — the shop is littered with them.
When he delivers the coffee, he thinks he has the right concerned look on his face. It is concerning. If it had only been the dream... no big deal. What's happened since...
He sits right back down where he'd been on the couch and leans forward on his knees, coffee cup between his hands.]
She won't leave 'ya alone? [That could mean a lot of things.]
[She reaches for the cup and curls her fingers gratefully around it. She can't feel the warmth through the styrofoam but it smells thick and rich and absolutely perfect. She takes a small test sip before looking up at Cassidy.]
Yeah...
[Her brow furrows in worry.]
Are you okay? Are you still high? I should have waited... shouldn't I?
[She looks like she's studying him. Is his face not doing the right thing? He furrows his brow right back at her, then shakes his head, in varying indications of Yes, Yes, No.]
I am. [No sense lying about it.] But this — this is obviously botherin' 'ya, and I'm listenin'.
[Here — he'll prove it.] She showed up in your dream. Sommat happened in the dream, between the two of 'ya, and now she's... [He mentally picks through the words Airy's used so far. Stalker. Isn't leaving me alone. He remembers the way Widowmaker described herself as a hunter. That doesn't make him feel better about the situation.] ...well, she's what? What has she been doin'?
[Airy takes a small sip of her coffee, enjoying the burning heat that slithers down her throat. The bitter taste sharpens her thoughts and she nods, understanding reflecting in her lovely features.
Cassidy is still coming down from his high but he's following along and picking up the important parts of the story. Airy worries a little about his reaction but it'd likely improve with the coffee.]
Yeah. I'm not sure how much detail you want. [They haven't made a habit of talking about their sexual adventures with others. For Airy it doesn't happen very often and after their last conversation she'd been avoiding frivolous and new advances. That had been when Widowmaker came into her life and discarded the option of Airy's refusal.]
So... recently. [Yesterday.] I swung by the sex shop to pick up some toys for us to try. I thought it'd be fun but I didn't really know what they all did. So I hiked out to the lake, [Partly to be alone and partly because Airy likes hiking.] And, I thought I was alone so I started messing around with them. Figuring it out so that I could come back and show you.
[She probably should have just come and shown Cassidy what she'd purchased.]
Well, she came up behind me and things happened. I told her I was with someone and everything but she didn't really seem to care. I also told her I wasn't interested in girls but she kept insisting otherwise. [A note of anger slipped into her voice.] It was so frustrating. I was in the middle of something and I couldn't think clearly. I tried to tell her to leave me alone but then I wanted the help. I was so close and it was so frustrating.
[She sighed, downed her coffee, winced as the scolding heat burned her throat and settled in her stomach and continued in a softer voice.]
I've never really stopped to consider if I like girls. I've talked to Eve about it and I've kissed her, kind of experimenting after what had happened with you to see how I felt on it but it's confusing and I'm just annoyed and I hate that woman because she's not leaving me alone. [She hates it but Cassidy would likely be able to pick up that the real reason that Airy hates it, is because she had liked it.]
[Cassidy blows across the top of his coffee, watches the steam swirl under the force of his breath and disperse out toward the edges of the room. It's enough to ground him further in the moment, to keep his mind from drifting off and getting distracted. He takes a long drink, downing about half the cup in one slow gulp, letting the heat and caffeine do their thing.
Maybe it's the brain fog, but it's not so easy for him to discern what Airy's feelings about this are. Well — all right, frustrated, she keeps saying, but there's something else he can't put his finger on. She wanted the help. She was so close. He thinks of how easily Widowmaker took control when he stumbled across her at the tourney. Whatever she did probably messed with Airy's head.
What does seem clear is, whether or not she enjoyed any actual orgasms, there's something about Widow's attention that Airy doesn't like. And Cassidy is all about avoiding things you don't like.]
Okay. I'll tell you what: next time she gets up in your business in a way that's not fun for you? You create up some kind of metal mittens over her hands — right? Or cement blocks 'round her feet. And just get the hell out of there. 'Cause she's got no call treatin' you like that after you say 'No, thanks.'
I'm not sure that'll work. [Airy puffs out her cheeks as Airy begins to sip at his coffee. Her head rests lightly on his shoulder, her hips scouting against his side so she can sit close to him and not jostle his drink.]
Last time we met... well, she interrupted. Kind of. Then made me admit that I liked the way it felt. [A light defeated sigh seeped from Airy's lips like a deflated balloon.] I never really thought I liked girls before. I mean, I'm sure it's fine but I didn't think that was me.
I don't like it but my head says one thing and my body says something else. [It's confusing and Airy isn't sure what to do about it.] And I don't like her. As a person, however she makes me feel. I hate her.
[When she leans on him, Cassidy rests a hand on her knee and keeps listening.
Oh... oh. He thinks he's catching up now: she's having a crisis of sexuality, which is actually something Cassidy can sympathize with. Hell, she's ahead of the game: it took him a few solid decades as a vampire to acknowledge he could be attracted to men.]
If you like girls, that's great! [—because I'd love to have a threesome with another woman isn't how he means that to be taken, but as soon as the words are out of his mouth, he imagines she might be thinking that. So, addendum:] Knowin' that about yourself is great. It's totally fine. Widow, she's — she's like this sort of sexy spider. Likes gettin' people all caught up in her web. You don't have to take that if you don't like her.
[Airy hadn't really taken his first remark as an implication to having a threesome with another woman. It is a possibility, maybe, Airy still has a streak of jealousy and it's easier not to feel that if their third partner is male, even if Cassidy was partial to both men and women. It's the way she'd grown up, the way she was programed to think and accept. Like any change, it'd take time and likely a gentle hand to make her feel comfortable with it.
What caught her attention was what Cassidy said after that, the way he had described her.
She sat up straight and looked over at him, her gaze harder, shielded and unreadable except for an air of uncertainty. Airy is going to ask a question that she doesn't want the answer to and she was steeling herself against the worst possible reply.]
You know her? [He had described her as sexy.] How do you know her Cassidy?
[...okay, so. If he was really trying to hide that detail, he might have phrased all that differently. Or maybe he's still too stoned to think through it clearly. Doesn't matter now, though, now that he's gone and said it.
He takes in a breath and does his own self-steeling, because while he knows his answer could be worse, she's probably not going to like it.]
We slept together one time. A couple months back. [One time, a while ago. Not a regular thing.] ...actually, she was the one who thought it was so bloody hilarious, me askin' if it mattered that I had a girlfriend.
I barely knew who she was at the time. We haven't really spoken since. [A little back-and-forth over the tomes, but he hardly thinks that counts.]
[Airy isn't sure what she's expecting to feel when she already knew what his answer was going to be. It isn't hate or rage. It isn't like there is competition or a likely hood of Widowmaker stealing Cassidy away from her or capturing his affection.
She was as ass and not even a particularly charming one either. She was sexy but that went skin deep and then ended in cool twisting webs of manipulation and distance. Airy knew that, maybe it's that aspect that made Widowmaker all the more erotic. Maybe that's why she doesn't feel the stab of pain in her chest that she expects, knowing that Cassidy had slept with someone else.
Her expression falters but what's left on her face is nothing but pure and utter confusion. Airy doesn't say anything.
She has no idea what to say.
Her dislike and annoyance at Widowmaker is still there but that isn't because of Cassidy. She already hadn't really cared for the woman.
Airy's mind tumbles and the silence stretches and lingers as she tries and fails to sort out how she's feeling.]
[It takes a moment, even after Cassidy's ramblings, for her to realize that he's uneasy. That he thinks that he did something wrong. Maybe he did but... so had she. In a weird way, it evened out, maybe that's why Airy didn't care?]
Cassidy. [Her voice was soft, kind and patient as she gently pressed her index finger against his lips.] Just, give me a second.
[She let her finger slowly shape his lips before pulling away and bringing her hand back to her lap. Airy likes Cassidy's mouth, when it moves and when it's on her. It's a random thought but it helps her organize the hectic nothing she felt twisting at the back of her mind.]
I'm not sure what I feel.
I'm mean, I'm still annoyed at her and I don't like her. But I seriously don't know what I am feeling. It's not bad but its not good. I feel... here.
It's weird.
[It's weirder still since she doesn't remember taking any drugs. The coffee hadn't been laced with anything. So what was this feeling?]
[She sounds so calm. That silences him as much as the finger on his lips. He watches her while she traces his mouth, allowing the touch and her general air of patience to bring him back down to Earth.]
Okay.
[Shut up. Be still. Give her space. In the silence, Cassidy takes his hand off of her knee and switches on his heartbeat. It gives him something to focus on, to track the passage of time.
One. Two. Three. Four.]
You want summore coffee? [He still hasn't finished his, but her cup is empty, and there's plenty left in the batch.]
[She passes her cup over to Cassidy, watching him pour more of the dark bitter liquid into a cup.]
Can you tell me how to feel?
[Airy pauses.]
What kind of name is Widowmaker anyway? Does she only kill married men? That is stupidly specific. [She wants to keep being angry but her furry has ebbed some, tempered by the confusion that stirs within her.]
[He refills both their cups and returns directly. The 'how to feel' question goes unanswered — at first, it's because he actually can't. Then, it's because making fun of Widow's name is a much more attractive topic.]
Sounds like the name of a bleedin' sword some orc would be carryin' around in Lord of the Rings. [He puts on a generic, Cockney-esque accent, lowers his voice to a gravelly growl, and holds up his free hand like he's holding onto the hilt of a sword:] I call it... Widowmaker.
[He glances over to see whether he's managed to at least make her crack a smile. Although, in any case, he's had another thought:]
And, y'know, I told her back then, I can't imagine callin' someone 'Widow' durin' sex. That is potentially the least sexy thing I can imagine comin' out with. Oh, sure, let's conjure up dead husbands. That's exactly what I wanna be thinkin' about right now. [He shakes his head, and lifts his coffee to his lips, adding a muttered:] Christ.
[Airy's fingers curl around her cup as Cassidy rejoins her on the couch.]
It does. [He gets a small smile out of her and then a light warm laugh.] Like a short sword that's in the hand of a really big orc. He's clearly over compensating for something but you're not sure what. [Amusement dances in the light blue of her eyes.]
I told her the same thing but she wanted me to call her spider in French. I don't think she knew that I know French and I told her that was stupid and I wasn't going to call her that. [Airy sighed softly.] It's probably not her name anyway. Whatever made her what she is now, is probably what changed it.
I mean, no mother wakes up and decides to name their daughter Widowmaker. [Even nowadays when people are trying to come up with unique names.
Silence falls for a few seconds and Airy sighs.]
I really hate her Cassidy. I don't really want to think about you having sex with her and then later having sex with me. [As much as she isn't really upset, Airy still doesn't want to think about it. Hopefully he bathed afterwards or something.]
[In the most technical terms, one had been the day before the other. But they’re not getting into those specifics if Cass can help it.]
No, but I don’t blame ya for that. [And they’ve well established that Airy hates her, which leaves the question:] What’re you gonna do, she tries to pull the same shite again?
[She forces her lips into a smile before letting the expression slip away. Airy doesn't want to have to force herself around Cassidy. He's one of the few people she doesn't always just smile for.]
I don't know.
[Airy exhales and then takes a sip of her coffee, focusing on the warmth that sliers down her throat.]
That's kinda why I came to you. I'm not sure what to do. It's strange and I feel like it doesn't have an answer that I'll be okay with.
[So she is looking for his advice. Cassidy is tempted to repeat his earlier tip about giving Widowmaker cement shoes, but... he remembers Widow saying how much she enjoyed so-called ‘big game.’ Those sort of benign deterrents might give Airy some time, but they’d probably just make it more exciting for Widow.
Which means what? Airy should try to make herself boring prey...? Which would mean struggling to act like she wasn’t turned on by Widow at all. Which Widow would see through, likely. And they’re back to the thrill of the chase.]
...well, I know you probably won’t like this one, but if she doesn’t stop comin’ after ya, you might have to hurt her.
[Yeah, he’s already pretty sure she doesn’t like that idea.]
Only if it comes to it, right? But it sounds to me like she’s treatin’ this as some cat and mouse game, when she doesn’t know who she’s dealin’ with. [He extends an index finger and pokes her in the knee. Looking for eye contact, to let her know he really believes this.] The Creator. You’ve got ways to defend yourself. You shouldn’t be afraid to use ‘em.
[Airy looks up at Cassidy and once again, she tries to smile.]
I've never hurt someone on purpose before. I've defended myself but this is... I don't know. It does feel good. It's weird to think I need to defend myself against that. [Widowmaker really has no idea who she's dealing with because so far she's caught Airy by surprise and hsa quickly rattled her thoughts.]
I don't like being the mouse.
[She likes holding the whip and being the sexy cat.]
Cassidy... I realize I probably won't like the answer to this question but do you like her? Widowmaker? [She takes a sip of her coffee and watches Cassidy curiously.]
[He blinks, honestly incredulous at the question.]
Now I don’t! She’s actin’ like a psycho toward ya!
...she’s a bombshell, no doubts there, but so’re lots of people here who aren’t... [He nearly says forcing themselves on people, but the more they talk about this, the more uncomfortable he’s getting with that framing. Airy herself sounds uncertain whether or not she wants it.
In the end, instead of saying anything, he makes a vague gesture. She can fill in her own end to the sentence.]
[She leans against the back of the couch, looking up at Cassidy with large bright blue eyes.]
Cassidy... I think I like girls.
[It's a slight shift in subject but Airy needs to let the whole situation with Widowmaker simmer before she knows what she's going to do. It's too confusing to focus on right now. Thinking back on it now...and gets all hot-n-bothered but Widowmaker is annoying about it and all sexy and confident and pushes until she says yes.
Making her admit things about herself that she hadn't really known before.]
I guess that's like a dream sentence for boyfriends to hear but it's weird to think about.
[Cassidy points at his own head.] I’m only doin’ cartwheels and jumpin’ jacks up here, but never mind me.
[It’s a very dry joke. Fingers crossed she’s had enough experience with his sense of humor to get that.
He looks more serious after another couple seconds of thought. This is a tough moment for Airy — what is it she really needs?
Maybe a little reassurance?]
You’re quicker on the uptake than I was. First couple of times I was with another man, I chalked it up to boredom. Or desperation. Or ‘I just got hard cause there was friction, it coulda been anythin’.’ That was a good one. By the third time, I’d been around long enough to admit to myself that it doesn’t bloody matter. Sometimes a person sparks somethin’ in ya. Long as you’re both adults, what’s the point in frettin’ over it?
[Airy rolls her eyes at him. She knows that he's kidding, even if he also might be partly serious.]
I don't know. I still don't want to share you.
[She sticks out her tongue and then smiles. Cassidy always makes her feel a little better though Airy has no idea what in his explanation had helped things setting into place.] It is kind of the third time. There was you. Which I thought was because it was you and not because you were a girl. I kissed Eve at a bar. I figured it was because I was feeling drunk and guilty. Then in the dram but I figured that it was a dream and I didn't know it was her and not...[She pauses and then omits the name.]... I only figured out it was her at the end. Then there was this time when she kinda ambushed me in the woods.
So... four times.
I don't know. I guess it's because I grew up in a place where that really wasn't a thing. I get it, logically, but I didn't think it was me.
[They seem to have moved on from the topic of Widowmaker, which is fine by Cassidy. He settles in to listen as she thinks it through. When she reaches her conclusion, he uses it as a jumpin-off point for a little more validation.]
And that’s not your fault! That’s the legacy of the bloody Puritans. Pat Robertson goin’ on the tv sayin’ lesbians cause hurricanes and earthquakes and what-not. It’s total lunacy.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2018-08-23 04:15 am (UTC)For a blink-and-you-might-miss-it moment, in the middle of reaching for the stack of styrofoam cups, Cassidy freezes. Goes absolutely stock still. Airy and Widowmaker. Had sex. In a dream. They had sex in a dream and it was real. Oh, fuck, he's stoned. Oh, shite, what is happening.
Coffee. He's getting coffee and smoking a cigarette. Cassidy pours out a couple of cups, takes the final drag, and stamps the cigarette out in the nearest ashtray — the shop is littered with them.
When he delivers the coffee, he thinks he has the right concerned look on his face. It is concerning. If it had only been the dream... no big deal. What's happened since...
He sits right back down where he'd been on the couch and leans forward on his knees, coffee cup between his hands.]
She won't leave 'ya alone? [That could mean a lot of things.]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-23 04:23 am (UTC)Yeah...
[Her brow furrows in worry.]
Are you okay? Are you still high? I should have waited... shouldn't I?
no subject
Date: 2018-08-23 02:14 pm (UTC)I am. [No sense lying about it.] But this — this is obviously botherin' 'ya, and I'm listenin'.
[Here — he'll prove it.] She showed up in your dream. Sommat happened in the dream, between the two of 'ya, and now she's... [He mentally picks through the words Airy's used so far. Stalker. Isn't leaving me alone. He remembers the way Widowmaker described herself as a hunter. That doesn't make him feel better about the situation.] ...well, she's what? What has she been doin'?
no subject
Date: 2018-08-23 04:00 pm (UTC)Cassidy is still coming down from his high but he's following along and picking up the important parts of the story. Airy worries a little about his reaction but it'd likely improve with the coffee.]
Yeah. I'm not sure how much detail you want. [They haven't made a habit of talking about their sexual adventures with others. For Airy it doesn't happen very often and after their last conversation she'd been avoiding frivolous and new advances. That had been when Widowmaker came into her life and discarded the option of Airy's refusal.]
So... recently. [Yesterday.] I swung by the sex shop to pick up some toys for us to try. I thought it'd be fun but I didn't really know what they all did. So I hiked out to the lake, [Partly to be alone and partly because Airy likes hiking.] And, I thought I was alone so I started messing around with them. Figuring it out so that I could come back and show you.
[She probably should have just come and shown Cassidy what she'd purchased.]
Well, she came up behind me and things happened. I told her I was with someone and everything but she didn't really seem to care. I also told her I wasn't interested in girls but she kept insisting otherwise. [A note of anger slipped into her voice.] It was so frustrating. I was in the middle of something and I couldn't think clearly. I tried to tell her to leave me alone but then I wanted the help. I was so close and it was so frustrating.
[She sighed, downed her coffee, winced as the scolding heat burned her throat and settled in her stomach and continued in a softer voice.]
I've never really stopped to consider if I like girls. I've talked to Eve about it and I've kissed her, kind of experimenting after what had happened with you to see how I felt on it but it's confusing and I'm just annoyed and I hate that woman because she's not leaving me alone. [She hates it but Cassidy would likely be able to pick up that the real reason that Airy hates it, is because she had liked it.]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-23 05:38 pm (UTC)Maybe it's the brain fog, but it's not so easy for him to discern what Airy's feelings about this are. Well — all right, frustrated, she keeps saying, but there's something else he can't put his finger on. She wanted the help. She was so close. He thinks of how easily Widowmaker took control when he stumbled across her at the tourney. Whatever she did probably messed with Airy's head.
What does seem clear is, whether or not she enjoyed any actual orgasms, there's something about Widow's attention that Airy doesn't like. And Cassidy is all about avoiding things you don't like.]
Okay. I'll tell you what: next time she gets up in your business in a way that's not fun for you? You create up some kind of metal mittens over her hands — right? Or cement blocks 'round her feet. And just get the hell out of there. 'Cause she's got no call treatin' you like that after you say 'No, thanks.'
no subject
Date: 2018-08-24 11:55 am (UTC)Last time we met... well, she interrupted. Kind of. Then made me admit that I liked the way it felt. [A light defeated sigh seeped from Airy's lips like a deflated balloon.] I never really thought I liked girls before. I mean, I'm sure it's fine but I didn't think that was me.
I don't like it but my head says one thing and my body says something else. [It's confusing and Airy isn't sure what to do about it.] And I don't like her. As a person, however she makes me feel. I hate her.
It's all so frustrating.
[She needs more coffee.]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-24 03:37 pm (UTC)Oh... oh. He thinks he's catching up now: she's having a crisis of sexuality, which is actually something Cassidy can sympathize with. Hell, she's ahead of the game: it took him a few solid decades as a vampire to acknowledge he could be attracted to men.]
If you like girls, that's great! [—because I'd love to have a threesome with another woman isn't how he means that to be taken, but as soon as the words are out of his mouth, he imagines she might be thinking that. So, addendum:] Knowin' that about yourself is great. It's totally fine. Widow, she's — she's like this sort of sexy spider. Likes gettin' people all caught up in her web. You don't have to take that if you don't like her.
no subject
Date: 2018-08-24 04:05 pm (UTC)What caught her attention was what Cassidy said after that, the way he had described her.
She sat up straight and looked over at him, her gaze harder, shielded and unreadable except for an air of uncertainty. Airy is going to ask a question that she doesn't want the answer to and she was steeling herself against the worst possible reply.]
You know her? [He had described her as sexy.] How do you know her Cassidy?
no subject
Date: 2018-08-24 04:27 pm (UTC)He takes in a breath and does his own self-steeling, because while he knows his answer could be worse, she's probably not going to like it.]
We slept together one time. A couple months back. [One time, a while ago. Not a regular thing.] ...actually, she was the one who thought it was so bloody hilarious, me askin' if it mattered that I had a girlfriend.
I barely knew who she was at the time. We haven't really spoken since. [A little back-and-forth over the tomes, but he hardly thinks that counts.]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-24 04:33 pm (UTC)She was as ass and not even a particularly charming one either. She was sexy but that went skin deep and then ended in cool twisting webs of manipulation and distance. Airy knew that, maybe it's that aspect that made Widowmaker all the more erotic. Maybe that's why she doesn't feel the stab of pain in her chest that she expects, knowing that Cassidy had slept with someone else.
Her expression falters but what's left on her face is nothing but pure and utter confusion. Airy doesn't say anything.
She has no idea what to say.
Her dislike and annoyance at Widowmaker is still there but that isn't because of Cassidy. She already hadn't really cared for the woman.
Airy's mind tumbles and the silence stretches and lingers as she tries and fails to sort out how she's feeling.]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-24 04:52 pm (UTC)And then she says nothing.]
She's trouble. She's, she's a — a cold, cruel person who doesn't give a shit about other's feelings. You don't have to tell me to stay clear of her.
[If that's what's troubling you, Airy. Is that what's troubling you? Please give him something here, he's starting to go into panic mode.]
I'm concerned about you, though. You said she's stalkin' 'ya. [That's a pretty serious word.]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-24 05:01 pm (UTC)Cassidy. [Her voice was soft, kind and patient as she gently pressed her index finger against his lips.] Just, give me a second.
[She let her finger slowly shape his lips before pulling away and bringing her hand back to her lap. Airy likes Cassidy's mouth, when it moves and when it's on her. It's a random thought but it helps her organize the hectic nothing she felt twisting at the back of her mind.]
I'm not sure what I feel.
I'm mean, I'm still annoyed at her and I don't like her. But I seriously don't know what I am feeling. It's not bad but its not good. I feel... here.
It's weird.
[It's weirder still since she doesn't remember taking any drugs. The coffee hadn't been laced with anything. So what was this feeling?]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-24 05:27 pm (UTC)Okay.
[Shut up. Be still. Give her space. In the silence, Cassidy takes his hand off of her knee and switches on his heartbeat. It gives him something to focus on, to track the passage of time.
One. Two. Three. Four.]
You want summore coffee? [He still hasn't finished his, but her cup is empty, and there's plenty left in the batch.]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-24 07:39 pm (UTC)[She passes her cup over to Cassidy, watching him pour more of the dark bitter liquid into a cup.]
Can you tell me how to feel?
[Airy pauses.]
What kind of name is Widowmaker anyway? Does she only kill married men? That is stupidly specific. [She wants to keep being angry but her furry has ebbed some, tempered by the confusion that stirs within her.]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-24 08:09 pm (UTC)Sounds like the name of a bleedin' sword some orc would be carryin' around in Lord of the Rings. [He puts on a generic, Cockney-esque accent, lowers his voice to a gravelly growl, and holds up his free hand like he's holding onto the hilt of a sword:] I call it... Widowmaker.
[He glances over to see whether he's managed to at least make her crack a smile. Although, in any case, he's had another thought:]
And, y'know, I told her back then, I can't imagine callin' someone 'Widow' durin' sex. That is potentially the least sexy thing I can imagine comin' out with. Oh, sure, let's conjure up dead husbands. That's exactly what I wanna be thinkin' about right now. [He shakes his head, and lifts his coffee to his lips, adding a muttered:] Christ.
no subject
Date: 2018-08-25 06:28 pm (UTC)It does. [He gets a small smile out of her and then a light warm laugh.] Like a short sword that's in the hand of a really big orc. He's clearly over compensating for something but you're not sure what. [Amusement dances in the light blue of her eyes.]
I told her the same thing but she wanted me to call her spider in French. I don't think she knew that I know French and I told her that was stupid and I wasn't going to call her that. [Airy sighed softly.] It's probably not her name anyway. Whatever made her what she is now, is probably what changed it.
I mean, no mother wakes up and decides to name their daughter Widowmaker. [Even nowadays when people are trying to come up with unique names.
Silence falls for a few seconds and Airy sighs.]
I really hate her Cassidy. I don't really want to think about you having sex with her and then later having sex with me. [As much as she isn't really upset, Airy still doesn't want to think about it. Hopefully he bathed afterwards or something.]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-25 06:44 pm (UTC)[In the most technical terms, one had been the day before the other. But they’re not getting into those specifics if Cass can help it.]
No, but I don’t blame ya for that. [And they’ve well established that Airy hates her, which leaves the question:] What’re you gonna do, she tries to pull the same shite again?
no subject
Date: 2018-08-25 06:47 pm (UTC)[She forces her lips into a smile before letting the expression slip away. Airy doesn't want to have to force herself around Cassidy. He's one of the few people she doesn't always just smile for.]
I don't know.
[Airy exhales and then takes a sip of her coffee, focusing on the warmth that sliers down her throat.]
That's kinda why I came to you. I'm not sure what to do. It's strange and I feel like it doesn't have an answer that I'll be okay with.
no subject
Date: 2018-08-25 08:42 pm (UTC)Which means what? Airy should try to make herself boring prey...? Which would mean struggling to act like she wasn’t turned on by Widow at all. Which Widow would see through, likely. And they’re back to the thrill of the chase.]
...well, I know you probably won’t like this one, but if she doesn’t stop comin’ after ya, you might have to hurt her.
[Yeah, he’s already pretty sure she doesn’t like that idea.]
Only if it comes to it, right? But it sounds to me like she’s treatin’ this as some cat and mouse game, when she doesn’t know who she’s dealin’ with. [He extends an index finger and pokes her in the knee. Looking for eye contact, to let her know he really believes this.] The Creator. You’ve got ways to defend yourself. You shouldn’t be afraid to use ‘em.
no subject
Date: 2018-08-25 08:55 pm (UTC)I've never hurt someone on purpose before. I've defended myself but this is... I don't know. It does feel good. It's weird to think I need to defend myself against that. [Widowmaker really has no idea who she's dealing with because so far she's caught Airy by surprise and hsa quickly rattled her thoughts.]
I don't like being the mouse.
[She likes holding the whip and being the sexy cat.]
Cassidy... I realize I probably won't like the answer to this question but do you like her? Widowmaker? [She takes a sip of her coffee and watches Cassidy curiously.]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-25 10:00 pm (UTC)Now I don’t! She’s actin’ like a psycho toward ya!
...she’s a bombshell, no doubts there, but so’re lots of people here who aren’t... [He nearly says forcing themselves on people, but the more they talk about this, the more uncomfortable he’s getting with that framing. Airy herself sounds uncertain whether or not she wants it.
In the end, instead of saying anything, he makes a vague gesture. She can fill in her own end to the sentence.]
no subject
Date: 2018-08-25 10:07 pm (UTC)[She leans against the back of the couch, looking up at Cassidy with large bright blue eyes.]
Cassidy... I think I like girls.
[It's a slight shift in subject but Airy needs to let the whole situation with Widowmaker simmer before she knows what she's going to do. It's too confusing to focus on right now. Thinking back on it now...and gets all hot-n-bothered but Widowmaker is annoying about it and all sexy and confident and pushes until she says yes.
Making her admit things about herself that she hadn't really known before.]
I guess that's like a dream sentence for boyfriends to hear but it's weird to think about.
no subject
Date: 2018-08-25 11:25 pm (UTC)[It’s a very dry joke. Fingers crossed she’s had enough experience with his sense of humor to get that.
He looks more serious after another couple seconds of thought. This is a tough moment for Airy — what is it she really needs?
Maybe a little reassurance?]
You’re quicker on the uptake than I was. First couple of times I was with another man, I chalked it up to boredom. Or desperation. Or ‘I just got hard cause there was friction, it coulda been anythin’.’ That was a good one. By the third time, I’d been around long enough to admit to myself that it doesn’t bloody matter. Sometimes a person sparks somethin’ in ya. Long as you’re both adults, what’s the point in frettin’ over it?
no subject
Date: 2018-08-25 11:43 pm (UTC)I don't know. I still don't want to share you.
[She sticks out her tongue and then smiles. Cassidy always makes her feel a little better though Airy has no idea what in his explanation had helped things setting into place.] It is kind of the third time. There was you. Which I thought was because it was you and not because you were a girl. I kissed Eve at a bar. I figured it was because I was feeling drunk and guilty. Then in the dram but I figured that it was a dream and I didn't know it was her and not...[She pauses and then omits the name.]... I only figured out it was her at the end. Then there was this time when she kinda ambushed me in the woods.
So... four times.
I don't know. I guess it's because I grew up in a place where that really wasn't a thing. I get it, logically, but I didn't think it was me.
no subject
Date: 2018-08-26 04:00 pm (UTC)And that’s not your fault! That’s the legacy of the bloody Puritans. Pat Robertson goin’ on the tv sayin’ lesbians cause hurricanes and earthquakes and what-not. It’s total lunacy.
(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From: