Domonic ate in the kitchen, not at the dining table where Ebony was indeed speaking with Skye. Soon after he had finished, he again went upstairs. He walked past the first room and into the second, where his bag lay next to Ebony's.
Ebony sat at the dining table, her blue eyes apparently fixated on her food but her thoughts focused on the current string of events. She poked at the meal half-heartedly, not meaning to be rude, but unable to summon the appetite to eat the food. After the moment with Dom in the van, Eby had been quiet for the remainder of the trip, her gaze out the window and her music turned up to abnormally high levels
Fuck me backwards....surprised I’m not deaf by now...not like I could concentrate on the music though. Automatically, her eyes roamed towards the kitchen, briefly catching the silhouette of Dom. She blushed, eyes returning to her uneaten food. Smiling guiltily, she shrugged. “Not particularly hungry after the ride....I'm gonna head upstairs for the night.” She got up and swung her hands behind her head, Ebony currently holding an expression of nonchalance. “Bother me only if the house is on fire, eh?” Rolling her eyes, she ran up the stairs, figuring she should change out of her clothes into something more suitable for the night. Running past the first room, she paused in the doorway of the second. She arched a perfectly trimmed brow, a small smirk beginning to grace Eby's lips as she noticed who else occupied the room. “Well what have we here...?”
“...Hm...? Oh...” He had been staring out that window again, now into the opaque blackness of the foggy night, only a slight tinge of gray to the inky shadows without. He noticed he was being bothered, and then he noticed that it was Ebony.
“What have we where?” The faintest hint of a bemused smile tugged at his lips.
Ebony gave a half smile, casually leaning over to pick up her bag. “How cute....you know what I mean....” She plopped down into an Indian sitting position, searching through the contents of her bag gingerly. A complete smile came after a minute of rummaging through her knapsack, her fingers wrapped around the precious black object in her bag.
I hate you T-mobile but I do love my phone.... Pocketing her cellie, Eby got to her feet and swung the bag over her shoulder. She threw her gaze to the endless dark outside the glass window, swirling hints of mist interrupting the shadowy veil. Eby furrowed her brows and asked in a tone of indifference. “...where oh where are you sleeping tonight? You snagged a bed in time?”
“Bed? Me? Please. Not in this place. No doubt loverboy and Gwynne are shacked up down the hall. The women get rooms, and although Avery and Graham bailed, we're still short 2 here and Adam's already on the couch. Looks like I get the floor - not too much of a problem for me, actually.” Accentuating his point, he sprawled out on the hardwood next to the bed with his arms behind his head looking up at her.
Chuckling slightly from his antics, Eby threw her bag onto the bed, wincing as it bounced from the mattress to the floor.
Oops... Deciding she would dwell on her bag later, she nudged Dom lightly in the side of his ribs. “No...” She grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye immediately followed with a faint rush of crimson filling her face. Ignoring the heat in her cheeks from the thought, Eby attempted to play it off, letting out her hair so it draped over her face. She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. “You're not sleeping on the floor Dom....trust me, you're not....” She rolled her eyes, squatting down next to him.
He just looked at her for a moment.
“Look, Eby, I'll be fine.” She sighed and sat down on the bed.
“Alright, look, lemme get a pillow, alright, and I'll sleep on the rug; will that be alright?”Ebony crossed her arms in mock disdain, her lower lip upturned in distaste. An idea beginning to brew in mind, she exhaled in what appeared to be defeat. “Yeah...sure...okay, if you say so,” Ebony took one pillow and put it under the sheets. She took the second pillow and clutched it to her chest. “You want it, come get it.” challenged Eby, a brow quirked deviously in Dom's direction.
He released an airy smirk as he rose to his feet and leaned against her, a hand grasping the pillow against her chest. He leaned closer to her, an interesting look on his face. The girl faltered for a moment in anticipation, and Domonic made his move. With lightning speed and deft hands, he snatched the pillow from beneath the sheets with a smile, holding it fast under his arm, but still expecting something else.
Rejected... Ebony bit her lip to stifle a curse and the rueful laugh tempted to leave her lips. She rolled her eyes upwards, disappointed she didn't see the move coming. “Okay Dom, I see how it is...” Eby tossed her pillow aside, stretching her hands upwards, eyes closed as she counted in her mind. Upon reaching five, she opened a playful blue eye, a feral grin gracing her lips. She leaped towards Dom and wrapped an arm around his neck, gradually managing to push him back towards the bed. With a light shove Eby pushed him onto the mattress, Dom flipping her onto her back, Eby eventually flipping him onto his, a light breathe leaving her as she finally pinned him down. Eby rested on top of him, shaking her head with a sarcastic grin. “Naughty, naughty...you don't think I'm really gonna let you sleep on the floor, do you?”
A hard learned lesson: always follow your instinct. Domonic was prepared for her counter, and so helped her through with it. It didn't go
quite as she had planned it at first, her prey ending up atop of her, but after a short moment of confusion, she somehow managed to wrestle him into submission. Or something like it. They both knew that he could break free of her at any time, and they both knew that he wouldn't. They both also knew that the preceding had been enough to lessen the severity of not only their plans for the evening, but what had come before and what would come after. Domonic smiled up at her with a cynical grin and a twinkle in his eyes,
“Well, I guess you got me...” He gently freed his hands, one arm holding Ebony's body in a close embrace; the other bringing her lips nearer to his to share another kiss with the sparks of pent-up tension flying.
Allowing Dom to catch her lips, Ebony returned the kiss gently, near tentatively, eyes closed as she let her hands prowl over his chest and to his face. She grabbed his face gently, the intensity of her kiss increasing, her tongue meeting Dom's perfectly in their moment of passion. Pulling away after a minute, she kissed his lower lip lightly, her lips moving to decorate his cheek before reality hit her. Part of her wanted to jump away immediately but the other part of her pushed it aside, choosing instead to look him into the eyes, sparkling azure irises staring into a twinkling pool of hazel. “You're definitely not sleeping on the floor tonight...” The words had tumbled out before she thought about it, Eby leaning up and blushing completely as she laughed towards the ceiling. She coughed to recover, hiding her beaming smile behind her hand. “...though....we should get ready....” Eby made a face, eyes innocently glancing aside. “...for bed I mean....”
Domonic laughed as well, grinning at her embarrassment (and partly because he wasn't at all - he thought it impossible),
“You know, Eby, you are simply breathtaking...” He paused as she gave him a look part unbelieving, part embarrassed,
“And your beauty increases exponentially when you smile.” Wait. He thought about that after he said it, and easily concluded that it was out of the norm for him.
Oh well, too late now. And it's not like I don't mean it...Whoa.... Ebony grew phenomenally thankful for her tanned complexion as she was positive she'd be tomato red if her skin was otherwise. She rolled her eyes to brush off the comments, mumbling a “thanks” before jabbing him lightly in the shoulder. “...dork....” Eby brushed a strand of silvery grey behind her ear. She eased herself out of Dom's comforting hold, crawling over him and peeking out through the open doorway, face still flustered and a tingle over her lips from the previous event. “Wonder if the shower's....” she trailed off; positive the shower had been christened. She slapped her forehead, growling slightly before tossing herself next to Dom. Laying her head on his chest, letting herself grow lost in his eyes, she barely heard herself ask if there was a second shower in the house. Sprawled out over him, she didn’t see its significance anymore...or anything for that matter.
He sighed quietly when she got up and again when she returned. Domonic put his arm around her and ran a hand through her hair for a moment before answering her query.
“Yeah, I think Doug said that there was another one downstairs...” He thought a moment and continued,
“But, I admit, I do not know of its location, and everybody's going to bed - it is late, hun...” He didn't want her to go, not right now. Domonic felt secure with her in his arms; that peculiar feeling of comfort in being needed,
or at least wanted, he admitted to himself.
“And of course get ready for bed... What else would there be...?” An eyebrow cocked at a playfully sarcastic angle along with a crooked smile.
“Exactly my point....” retorted Ebony, the angelic hue in her eyes giving way to something else, something contrary to the innocent stature she expressed while laying over Dom. Ebony took a hold of Dom's hand, draping it over her and playing with his fingers to avoid the sense of losing herself. She let his hand go, snuggling into his chest with a wistful expression.
But I'll be damned he's warm... Not wanting to get up but knowing she had to, Ebony sighed. “...I'll wait out the shower until sunrise...but I should change into something...” Ebony eased herself away from Dom's secure hold and tumbled lightly to the floor. From her bag she pulled out a pair of navy blue mini-boxers and a tight black low cut tank top. She had never been one to sleep with -too- much clothing.
...Then again, silly me never factored in I'd be sharing a bed...with Dom nonetheless. Preparing to pull her shirt over her head, Eby risked a look to Dom, raising both brows. “No peeking, eh?”
Before he could provide her with a proper response, Ebony had already tossed her shirt over his head. Keeping her back turned on Dom, she unclasped her bra, dropping the satin and lace Victoria Secret item on the top of her bag. A chill sweeping over her bare skin, she hastily pulled the tank top over her head with one hand, the other hand working on taking off her jeans. She eased out of those easily enough and jumped into her boxers. Fixing her top, once content, she made her way back to the bed, jumping carefree onto the mattress. Eby stared at Dom from the corner of a cerulean eye, the smallest of smiles on her lips. “...your turn.”
Figuring it alright to remove her garment from his face after she pounced on him, Domonic tossed it onto her head with a smile,
“So it would seem...” He slid out from under her and unzipped his bag, quickly producing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of orange sleep pants with the Tennessee T on a small label near the pocket. Domonic pushed the door closed with a fully outstretched leg and took off his black long-sleeved shirt at the same time, tossing it to the ground near his bag and easily fitting into the cool white garment. He then unbuttoned and removed his jeans, bringing his blue with white Hawaiian print boxers into plain view with no care either way if Ebony was watching him or not. A moment later saw him dressed for and in bed with Ebony again, taking his place beneath her once more with an embrace and a kiss. He had half a mind to sleep without a shirt this night, but decided that he would tend to that matter if it arose.
Kissing him affectionately, without a second thought, Ebony prowled her hands over his chest, diving her hands beneath the cool material of his shirt, her fingers playing over his bare skin and tracing patterns over his chest. She moved her lips from his, peppering his neck with moist kisses, an adrenaline rush going through her just by being with him, being near him. Nearly losing control of herself, Ebony shifted their positions, going onto her back and pulling him on top of her. One of her hands moved from beneath his shirt to trail over one of his arms, Ebony guiding his hand a little beneath the clothe of her tank top. The thought came from nowhere, from everywhere, from being around Dom for longer than she could count; a guilty contemplation and surreal fancy at the time but there nonetheless. She wanted him to take her, to hold her, to.... Ebony lost her trail of thoughts, her tongue slipping from Dom's mouth, enthusiasm dying down as she flushed crimson. Eby sighed, turning her eyes to the closed door. “....this is the weirdest day I've had in a few years....”
Domonic grit his teeth with a grimace. Head drooping ever so slightly to the side.
Hell of a thing to do to a guy, to lead him on like that, and then no. Tch,[/i] he thought,
Guess it's not the time or place... down, boy... “Yeah, it's been weird alright,” he said over a sigh. He stretched out before her on his side, a more or less blank expression on his face.
“I wonder....” Regretting instantly that she had put a stop to it all, Ebony shifted her position so that her head rested in the crook of Dom's neck. Her hand rested on his chest, Eby's eyes closed as fatigue began to claim her. Tiredly, she whispered. “....no reference to the van or just now, wasn’t weird, wasn't wrong. Beautiful...no...” Knowing her words were beginning to scramble, Eby opened up an eye, staring to the currently apathetic Dom. Softly caressing his cheek Ebony opened her mouth to speak but lost her original thought. She sighed. “....what happened to us? Our town.....why has it happened...?” Ebony snorted from her inquiries and rolled her eyes. “I make it sound as if you'd know...sorry for that...” She quirked a brow, closing her eyes against Dom as the dream world began to tug her into its reality.
“Hmph.” Right? How bout that one... He dropped his head back onto the pillow and stared at the darkened ceiling.
“Of course I know. I know that I don't have a fucking clue. Maybe they left us without a trace. Maybe it got bombed. Maybe it's some new terrorism. Maybe a monster ate it. Maybe the ground ate it. Maybe some ancient burial ground claimed it. A tangent of the Bermuda Triangle. Aliens. The fucking KKK, hell, I dunno!” His own reference to a private joke - playing taboo, the letter K, questions about “What do you bring to the picnic”, “find at an amusement park”, “in space”, other absurd places, and out of not having any other answers, Domonic had but the KKK for every one, and a riotous laughter had ensued - culled the edge his aggravation with the situation had brought on.
He let his head fall against hers, the smell of her hair and the assurance of the girl actually being in his arms settling him even more. The weariness began to show in earnest in the dark, away from Ebony's eyes. Domonic looked like a dead man, as he so often did throughout the year, although that was usually caused by people around him giving him so much to do and think about, not magically vanishing. He smiled ruefully,
“I got it. It's David fucking Copperfield.”Ebony burst into a laugh from his final words, casually swinging her leg over his as his allegation settled into mind. “...David Copperfield....” She opened her glossy blue eyes, tears threatening to fall from her laughter. However, though she smiled and chuckled, the humor in her tone had yet to reach her eyes, the thin sapphire irises visible welling up with a nameless almost disconsolate emotion. Thankful the shadows of the night hid her expression well enough, Eby's eyes lowered nonetheless and her grip tightened over Dom. She wrapped her leg tighter around him and shrugged. “Maybe it's all a nightmare...Who the fuck really knows...?” Ebony closed her eyes and snuggled into Dom. It seemed he was one of the few people in the world left to care about, a thought comforting and perturbing all at once.
Domonic went from lying down to putting his arms around her, cradling her head as he kissed her. He wanted to and he knew she wanted to, but she did not want to be the one to do it.
Women... It made him feel better to have her close, and where part of him wanted to take her on the spot for the sake of it (
Men...) and part of him wanted to make love to her because she was pretty much all he had left as things stood, more than both he wanted her to feel secure; protected. He wanted that for the both of them. All of them. Little he could do for most of them, though.
But Ebony... Ebony he thought he could manage.
Ebony accepted Dom’s tender hold and embrace, in her fatigued state easily letting herself succumb to him, the little desires in the back of her mind. Her hands moved beneath his shirt, over his chest, tracing and playing, toying and teasing. Briefly, she parted their lips long enough to let her lips linger over his neck once more, Dom hers for the taking on the breezeless surreal night. Ebony wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself closer against him, kissing him harder in the darkness of the cool room, the stars and mist outside the window observers to the scene. Time seemed to freeze; no longer did seconds turn to minutes, minutes melt to hours, the shifting of the clouds and pale luminous moon the only indication of the night progressing. Losing track of the hour, losing sense of her emotions, Eby fought an inward battle, wanting him to take her but not wanting passion to overwhelm her. Eventually, Eby found herself slipping from the embrace, drawing her lips away from the object of her desire. An indistinguishable emotion illuminated her now glossy cerulean eyes, her heart beating hectic and erratically from what her next words would be. She stroked his cheek slowly, barely able to whisper. “Lo siento…” Fighting back her emotions, Ebony turned her back to Dom; grip tight over her pillow as her eyes wandered to the now unsettling darkness of the night. She gulped to keep the shake from her voice and exhaled a goodnight before closing her eyes, Domonic putting his arms around her and giving her kissing her neck with a good night before she allowed the tendrils of fatigue and shade to engulf her…
((OOC: A duo post [why else would I have done this?] brought to you in part by Ex and the one and only, me aka Middy….*sigh and mutters darkly* …aka
Midwife P.S. Oy, and hope you don’t mind the endin’ too badly Ex and if ya do, too bads anyways
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X.S. Not 'too bad anyways'! You forgot something... And I was gonna fix the end for you when I got back here today, but NOOOOOOOOO... So, it fixed now. Yay for navy