medals | !INBOX // EUDIO.

[It's not love, but it could be. Jem's struck with how easily it could be and she's terrified of that. She's never been in love before. She's never stopped to imagine what it would feel like. Just this is almost overwhelming.

Whatever this is, it's reciprocated as much as Petre can and that's - she'd been expecting the opposite, really. She's happy, she realises very belatedly. She's the happiest she's been in a very long time and it's in part because of the demon in front of her.

She glances down at the curled up bundle in her lap, smiling. She scratches atop her head and then carefully places a cushion onto the coffee table and then gentle picks Lady Di up and puts her onto it. It's not as warm as her lap, but it's softer and bigger for her to stretch
out on. Then, all her attention is back on Petre.]

So - you wanna do this?

[This. Christ. ]

Yeah.

[The answer comes without hesitation, quietly searching her features with his eyes. Like he's seeing her under a new light, like he's trying to find something he's never seen before. Maybe it's the way she looks at him, how he never really thought about it. He can see it now, of course. She likes him, could love him, and he feels whatever a demon's equivalent of it could be.

(Never love. Only the desire to possess, to consume. One day it will hurt her, but Petre doesn't think about it. He doesn't see that.)

His hand brushes on her cheek, clearing a strand of hair.]

No one else means the same.

[Obviously there will be no reference to a monogamous relationship, as he pointed out before. He needs to be with people all the time, different people who offer him different things. But only Jem can give him this.]

Us seeing other people, but always coming back to each other. Can you promise you'll always come back to me?

[Envy comes too easily. It's true.]

[The way his eyes are searching over her features, her own watch him intently. Her own hands rest restlessly between them, thumbs idly fumbling over one another. No one else means the same. It has her stomach in knots all over again, her breath catching in her throat.

It's enough. She nods, a slow bob of her head while she tries to keep her smile small instead of bursting into a grin. ]

Yeah. I'll always come back. [She can't imagine not being with him at all. Maybe that ought to frighten her.

There should be boundaries, she thinks. Ariadne had been a clear example of that. But which ones to set? Which ones to admit to? She's easily made jealous, too, even if she'll deny it. ] I dunno if - we should talk about what we're allowed to do. Ariadne didn't make it clear with Johnny and now she's miserable.

[She doesn't pause to think if Petre knows them. Doesn't matter. ] I really don't care if you sleep with the whole city, is what I mean. But I want stuff to be ours. [the lingerie. she's talking about the lingerie. ]

Okay. [There's no hesitation in following her line of thought, head tilting only slightly.] What's ours? Tell me everything.

[It's almost funny how not five minutes ago she could have thought of a hundred things and now that she's been asked, she pulls up a blank. She doesn't really have to feign consideration while she thinks long and hard. She doesn't want to be unreasonable, after all. ]

- The underwear; no one else gets to see that. [Mine, mine, mine is what she's thinking. There's one notable exception, but even at that, she'd rather be there to share the view. But: she's started small. ]

[And where he'd been serious before, Petre actually gives her a grin. A soft one, eyes narrowing slightly, cupping her face to plant a chaste but lingering kiss. He can't get over how much she liked that. How much he loves that she did.]

It's all yours.

Okay. Good.

[She gives his mouth a quick peck; a silent thank you. Quietly, she marvels at how this is this first time they've gone this long without descending into full on making out. Restraint is, apparently, possible with the right distraction.

But: point two. ] Are we dating other people? Or just sleeping with them?

Huh.

[Good question.]

No clue. What constitutes as 'dating'?

Uh - I suppose if you take someone on more than one date? Or make a big deal out of if.

[she's really calm, but don't be fooled: if he makes a big deal out of a date with someone else, the incredible sulk will be released.]

Well. There are people I see pretty often. But we're not like - not like you and me. [pause.] I don't have to stop seeing them, do I?

[Maybe she looks a little visibly relieved at that. Not like you and me is apparently enough. ] Course not.

Okay.

[Visibly relieved right back at you.]

... You got other people too, right?

Yeah, course.

[oh but] Probably not as many as you.

[he adjusts his position.]

Who are they? I know 'em?

[She's lost Alex and Verity, now. None of whom she'd slept with, but Verity she'd kissed and Alex had put up with her drunken rambling. It's sort of weird to compare with Petre, who probably doesn't feel weird at all about diving right into bed with someone. ]

Probably not. There was Verity, before she left. The others are just - dates, I suppose. Raven's funny. Bellamy's a nerd, but he's lovely.

['probably']

So you just have lovely people in your life. I'm the token bad boy, am I?

[boy, she ain't keeping tabs on you. ]

No one else is actual Demon.

They better not be. I don't like competition.

[he is however actual cannibal]

[awwwh Petre]

That's where you're crossing the line. Alright then.

[There's a good-humored grin on his end - kind, if that's even possible of Petre - playing into their new inner joke with a glance downwards. His hand crawls to entwine their fingers together.]

So we just keep doing what we're doing. Except it's got more meaning now. I think I can work with that.

[It sounds simple when he says it like that. With their fingers linked and his mouth grinning and Jem feeling happy/i> for maybe the first time in a long while, it all seems so simple.

Maybe it can be. Maybe it doesn't have to be a mess, the way Gary had been. ]

Good.

[More than good, really. She feels giddy; like if she keeps up the grinning, she might not stop. ] - I can't believe got me a cat, though. Very smooth.

I'm always smooth.

[and he presses another kiss to her lips, probably waking up the peaceful kitten. END SCENE.]

!INBOX // EUDIO.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject