Cain-A-Gram - part 6
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erinm_4600's plot papay.
Because Erin FINALLY gave me blue ice!!!
Also, I was watching "Due South" when I was writing this, so that maybe why Wyatt's voice is different in the last part.
Steve was in a good mood. First there had been that girl in the bar last night, and again this morning, then his favorite coffee shop had just brewed the dark roast he liked as he walked in, oh, and Wyatt the boy scout, mister always-awake-by-half-past-five, was still asleep at noon. There was also the fact that afore mentioned boy scout hadn't come back to the room until sometime this morning. Yup, good sex, great coffee and enough material to tease Wyatt for a week, Steve was in an awesome mood!
“Oh god, my head...”
He he he. Was it bad that he was enjoying Wyatt's pain?
“Good morning there, sweetheart.” Yeah, he was bad.
Wyatt groaned and pulled the covers over his head. “I ain't your sweetheart.”
“So, maybe I was wrong about you. Here I thought you'd walk the young lady safely to here door, then run back here and study or something. But instead I come back to find that my roommate hadn't slept in his bed last night.”
Wyatt's arm snaked out from under the blanket.
“Tisk, tisk, Cain. That's not a polite thing to do with those fingers.”
“I swear to the unnamed god, if you don't let me sleep for another hour I will use those fingers to dig out your eyes.”
Steve laughed, “No you won't. If you maimed a fellow cadet, you'd be kicked out so fast your hair would straighten.”
Wyatt sat up. “Says you.”
“Well, I do have a second cup of coffee here. But only for nice roommates who share about why they were out all night.”
Wyatt let out a snort of disgust, “Like I'd tell you...”
“I'm not asking you to compromise your status as a gentleman or hers as a lady,” Steve crossed his ankles “but a simple rating 1-10 is all I'm asking for.”
“Well...” Wyatt used both his hands to scratch his head “Her mother's pie was a 10, the chairs in her father's study were a 7, the words I got in edge-wise were 3 and the guest room bed was a 1.”
Steve straightened up, “You're telling me that you walked her home, had pie and coffee with her parents and spent the night sleeping on a hard bed under a lace duvet?”
Wyatt pulled on a pair of boxers and stood up, “That about covers it.” He twisted to the side and Steve winced as he heard nearly a dozen pops and cracks.
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Two days later and Wyatt was really falling into the groove of working for Mr. Delimo. Not only was the pay better and the work easier, Wyatt had more time to study.
Of course it was kind of hard to concentrate with Miss Smith looking at him like that.
Article 7-B Joint Living-Working Quarters for Artists, or General Residential Occupancy of Loft, Commercial or Manufacturing Buildings
It wasn't like he had bothered her.
§ 276. Definition of an artist.
He had been sitting here studying when his forehead started to itch.
As used in this article, the word "artist" means a person who is regularly engaged in the fine arts,
He looked up and there she was.
such as painting and sculpture or in the performing or creative arts,
Sitting two tables away from him with a group of girls
including choreography and filmmaking, or in the composition of music on a professional basis,
And she was just... looking at him
and is so certified by the city department of cultural affairs and/or state council on the arts.
Frankly, Wyatt was a little creeped out.
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“You could have called!”
“Excuse me?” Wyatt turned around and looked up the library steps.
“You know my name and my home address, you could have looked up my number and called.” Miss Smith said.
“Oh.” Wyatt thought about this for just a second. “And also the fact that you are currently single.”
“Yes, that too.”
Wyatt climbed up a few steps. “But there is the fact that I came to have this information as part of my work. It could be seen as an abuse of power if I used it for personal reasons.”
From her spot two steps above him, Wyatt could look directly into Miss Smith's eyes. When she grabbed the back of his head Wyatt discovered she was also at the perfect hight to kiss him.
“Do you think it would it be alright for you to use that information now?” She asked.
Wyatt nodded absently, “Uh huh.”
erinm_4600's plot papay.Because Erin FINALLY gave me blue ice!!!
Also, I was watching "Due South" when I was writing this, so that maybe why Wyatt's voice is different in the last part.
Steve was in a good mood. First there had been that girl in the bar last night, and again this morning, then his favorite coffee shop had just brewed the dark roast he liked as he walked in, oh, and Wyatt the boy scout, mister always-awake-by-half-past-five, was still asleep at noon. There was also the fact that afore mentioned boy scout hadn't come back to the room until sometime this morning. Yup, good sex, great coffee and enough material to tease Wyatt for a week, Steve was in an awesome mood!
“Oh god, my head...”
He he he. Was it bad that he was enjoying Wyatt's pain?
“Good morning there, sweetheart.” Yeah, he was bad.
Wyatt groaned and pulled the covers over his head. “I ain't your sweetheart.”
“So, maybe I was wrong about you. Here I thought you'd walk the young lady safely to here door, then run back here and study or something. But instead I come back to find that my roommate hadn't slept in his bed last night.”
Wyatt's arm snaked out from under the blanket.
“Tisk, tisk, Cain. That's not a polite thing to do with those fingers.”
“I swear to the unnamed god, if you don't let me sleep for another hour I will use those fingers to dig out your eyes.”
Steve laughed, “No you won't. If you maimed a fellow cadet, you'd be kicked out so fast your hair would straighten.”
Wyatt sat up. “Says you.”
“Well, I do have a second cup of coffee here. But only for nice roommates who share about why they were out all night.”
Wyatt let out a snort of disgust, “Like I'd tell you...”
“I'm not asking you to compromise your status as a gentleman or hers as a lady,” Steve crossed his ankles “but a simple rating 1-10 is all I'm asking for.”
“Well...” Wyatt used both his hands to scratch his head “Her mother's pie was a 10, the chairs in her father's study were a 7, the words I got in edge-wise were 3 and the guest room bed was a 1.”
Steve straightened up, “You're telling me that you walked her home, had pie and coffee with her parents and spent the night sleeping on a hard bed under a lace duvet?”
Wyatt pulled on a pair of boxers and stood up, “That about covers it.” He twisted to the side and Steve winced as he heard nearly a dozen pops and cracks.
___________________________________________________________________________________
Two days later and Wyatt was really falling into the groove of working for Mr. Delimo. Not only was the pay better and the work easier, Wyatt had more time to study.
Of course it was kind of hard to concentrate with Miss Smith looking at him like that.
Article 7-B Joint Living-Working Quarters for Artists, or General Residential Occupancy of Loft, Commercial or Manufacturing Buildings
It wasn't like he had bothered her.
§ 276. Definition of an artist.
He had been sitting here studying when his forehead started to itch.
As used in this article, the word "artist" means a person who is regularly engaged in the fine arts,
He looked up and there she was.
such as painting and sculpture or in the performing or creative arts,
Sitting two tables away from him with a group of girls
including choreography and filmmaking, or in the composition of music on a professional basis,
And she was just... looking at him
and is so certified by the city department of cultural affairs and/or state council on the arts.
Frankly, Wyatt was a little creeped out.
___________________________________________________________________________________
“You could have called!”
“Excuse me?” Wyatt turned around and looked up the library steps.
“You know my name and my home address, you could have looked up my number and called.” Miss Smith said.
“Oh.” Wyatt thought about this for just a second. “And also the fact that you are currently single.”
“Yes, that too.”
Wyatt climbed up a few steps. “But there is the fact that I came to have this information as part of my work. It could be seen as an abuse of power if I used it for personal reasons.”
From her spot two steps above him, Wyatt could look directly into Miss Smith's eyes. When she grabbed the back of his head Wyatt discovered she was also at the perfect hight to kiss him.
“Do you think it would it be alright for you to use that information now?” She asked.
Wyatt nodded absently, “Uh huh.”
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Date: 2008-08-26 03:25 am (UTC)I will ignore the fact that, YET AGAIN, you've called it Blue Ice.
And "Delimo" *snort*
Steve straightened up, “You're telling me that you walked her home, had pie and coffee with her parents and spent the night sleeping on a hard bed under a lace duvet?”
For the MF'n WIN
By the way... I have nothing for tomorrow. :\ I fail.
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Date: 2008-08-26 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-27 04:50 am (UTC)Adora is so cute when she's mad and Wyatt's cute when he's flustered.