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thejusticelounge2015-01-05 08:47 am
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2015-01-05 08:47 am
and they lived
[Ring Txt] I’m still mad, fyi
[Ring Txt] no not mad. frustrated.
[Ring Txt] and something else, I don’t know what. foolish? inadequate? uncouth?
[Txt] I’m still mad, or maybe it’s frustrated too. Idk.
[Txt] Being able to joke with you and be upset ≠ mutually exclusive
[Txt] So I’m swinging by, and then we can continue being upset and something else together.
[Txt] Then I’ll start back on the diaries.
[Ring Txt] that’s a good idea. I’ll be here.
fifteen minutes later…
[Ring Txt] and y’know I can do the whole impulsive whirlwind getaways too
[Ring Txt] first class on Air Rayner, penthouse suite in Hotel Rayner and personal driver with Limousines by Rayner. the works. you’d just have to pay for food.
[Ring Txt] but yeah jsyk I can be extravagant-ish spontaneous like that with you if that’s what you want
Zee doesn’t respond to Kyle’s messages, leaving her replies for when she arrives at the apartment.
She finds Kyle sitting on the couch, and leans over the back of it to catch his attention. She drops a small stack of her mother’s diaries onto the seat below her, and leaves her arms stretched out along the couch. A large majority of her skin is sun kissed- looking like what Kyle described as sugar cookie- while her shoulders (as well as her nose and forehead) have soaked up a splotchy sunburn.
"I didn’t want to do the runaway thing with you because I was upset with you," she explains softly, "But- you’re right. I don’t consider you enough when I’m making my getaways, and I have no excuse for that."
Kyle is half-dozing on the couch, after a bout of feeling somewhat bad for being so lazy over the holidays and yet also feeling suspicious that Miss Meow is draining his energy. The cat is curled up next to him, snuggled against his hip.
He wakes when Zee shifts her weight onto the couch; he watches the diaries drop and slide against each other, then looks up to her long, graceful arms and her dark tumble of hair as she leans over.
Kyle meets Zee’s eyes. ”No, no that’s not what I mean. Well - maybe it’s what I mean,” Kyle responds, not bothering with greetings either. He shifts slightly, turning in the seat to look at her better. ”But it’s like…of course you wouldn’t. Consider me enough for your ‘getaway’, I mean. Why would you now? What do I offer you? I’m not exciting anymore, I’m just an uncultured lout who nags you about reading diaries. And I’m not even rich and glamorous like Queen is to make up for being a lout. I’mma part of what you need to get away from.” Kyle shifts again, looking out the window as he murmurs with dread realization.
"Jesus. I’ve become such a normal staple in your life, that now I’m part of what you have to escape from. Boy. Whatta conundrum."
"Kyle that’s not what I’m saying, that’s not what I’m saying, listen," Zee snaps, "I’m getting upset at you about the diaries because no one else but you is reminding me of them. You’re the only other person wrapped up in this, and maybe that’s my fault. I shouldn’t have taken my feelings out about the diaries and my mom all on you, not when you’ve been trying to help me through so much of this."
Zee wraps her arms around his shoulders, pressing her nose into his hair to take in his familiar scent, “You offer me more than anyone else I’ve ever had tied up in my messy life, Kyle Rayner. I love you for so many reason, one of those being that you want to get to the center of me, and you’re helping me to do the same for myself. We’re Nancy Drew and Hardy Boy when we’re together for a reason, Kyle. I’m one big stupid mystery that I’ve never been able to start solving till you.
"Our fight at the gala was a push for me wanting to escape, but you have never been the sole reason I want to run away. Kyle you’ve been nothing but my stability in life- even though your life is anything but stable too with GL stuff. I need mundane with you, it’s not a turn off. Maybe I just don’t want to bring you because I don’t want you to see how ugly I am when I’m away."
Zee sighs lowly, the noise almost like a soft growl, “I will not accept that you no longer make me happy. That’s simply not true, Kyle. It’ll never be true.”
Kyle keeps looking out of the window as Zee talks, although at the feel of her arms wrapping around him, he raises a hand, hooking it around the soft curve of her arm as he tilts down to kiss her wristbone.
"I warned your mother that this would happen. Leaving me in charge of making sure you read her diaries, like a good little girl. Why should you? She’s never given you reason to be good for her…” Kyle sighs on Zee’s palm, breath hot enough to leave a trace on her palm. ”She said…that I was the only person right now you’d listen to.”
He finally turns, leaning over to scoop his arms around Zee, pulling her over the couch to sit with him. (His ring helped lessen the awkwardness of dragging his girlfriend over a couch.) ”You know I don’t…like. I don’t mind. I like how you’re impulsive and extravagant and you care about what your peers think. It’s not ugly, nonono. It’s fun, it’s fascinating. It’s just. I guess…I wasn’t more reminded of how much I fail at being…” Kyle grits his teeth, but continues after swallowing hard.
"…being good enough, until our fight at the gala, y’know? I know I’m always broke. I’m not classy, I don’t come from a moneyed family…I know I’m kinda rough around the edges. I’m a Green Lantern, but protecting the known universe isn’t really relevant for the creme de la creme, is it?” Feeling earnest now, Kyle holds Zee’s hands in his own, looking at her delicately sunburned face.
"But Zee, I wanna be. I wanna learn how to be proper, so you don’t get anxious over making sure I’m…presentable." Kyle wrinkles his nose, feeling, of all things, embarrassed. "I wanna make you as happy as you make me. So I’m sorry. Sorry for not…for not doing the right thing at the gala. I didn’t understand all the, uh, etiquette rules."
"You warned my mother?” Zee laughs softly, “Do you have any idea how rediculious that sounds? Especially since I’ve just been reading about her in her teens and twenties…” she shakes her head, her long hair catching on Kyle’s cheek as it sways, “She’s right about one thing. I will listen to you over her any day- every day.”
She allows herself to be pulled over the couch, sitting close to Kyle. She listens to him, cupping one hand on her forehead and the other on his own, “You have a fever,” she mumbles softly, shooting a sharp look to Miss Meow, still sitting pretty on the couch with them, “Seriously? I brought the diaries, go poop in a box,” but Miss Meow generally doesn’t seem to care, blinking slowly back up at her.
"Do you honestly think you’re not good enough for me? Kyle…" she sighs, holding up Kyle’s hands, pressing her bare lips to his knuckles, "I never intended on making you think you aren’t good enough for me. If you think I want one of those Ken Dolls that paraded around at my and Ollie’s gala you are sorely mistaken. I love your rough edges, and your perspective on things. Kyle, we’re from different worlds but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate who you are and where you’ve been.
"It’s not fair of me to expect you to be perfectly polite naturally without me telling you what I need you to do in order to achieve that. I never once said going into the gala how I thought you should behave, or that I anticipated you to be proper…it’s like asking you to jump through invisible hoops. That’s not fair…" she shakes her head, getting more upset with her thought process at the time- no longer angry with Kyle, "You’ve never once asked me to change, why should I ask that of you?"
She laughs softly, thinking of the gala, and Kyle keeping horderves stuffed inside his jacket pockets, “I think if it was any other party but mine, I wouldn’t have gotten so upset with you. Maybe I’m not meant to play hostess and girlfriend at the same time. You make so many mundane snobby events exciting for me, and I love treating you to them and seeing you get excited over things no one else there seems to care about. I never should have been embarrassed as I was with you in the back room.” Zee leans her forehead to his shoulder, “I’m sorry I made you feel that way Kyle.”
"Fever…?" Kyle sounds a little surprised, feeling his own forehead as if that would help. "I thought I was just a bit hungover. I don’t feel feverish… Ring, report?" He holds up his hand, looking down at his ring as it glows. It’s communicating with him, Zee realizes; and only after a few seconds does Kyle look over at her.
"The ring says I’m feverish but it can’t heal me, so. It’s compensating by just making me feel like nothing’s wrong. Except it is something, isn’t it. Something magical, but I just can’t feel it. Dammit, Miss Meow, I thought we were friends! Ayy…” Kyle looks accusingly at the cat, who looks smug.
"Anyway, I…I asked you to change once. Remember? That time you - you put your hair in a ponytail and. And I said…." Kyle smiles slightly reaching up to tug at Zee’s hair. "I said I liked it down…and you changed your hairdo. I think it was in August…"
He leans closer, giving Zee a slow, warm kiss. ”Okay, okay. Let’s just chalk this one up to learning experience. One you paid for with sunburn and I paid for with alabaster fever, so…I guess we’re both even? Hn? I wanna be good with you. Te amo.” He kisses her again, a couple small brief ones before leaning back into a long stretch. He laces his fingers and cradles the back of his head as he regards Zee with a wide, cocky smirk.
"But you know next time we get all sexy-times, it’ll be all up to you, guapa. Because I still feel all, like, insecure now and stuff. So you gotta seduce me in style! With - with - with like, fan-dancing and…an erotic cake. And the oral pleasure. Yeah. I want mami to take care of her papi."
Zee scoops up Miss Meow, dropping her off the couch to get some space away from Kyle in hopes that’ll relieve his fever, “Go pester someone else over my mom’s final wishes…maybe Mar’i will wanna dress you up or something, she’s like a solar flare, feel free to give her a fever if you can.
"Well I guess it’s good your ring can handle some of it, but it should get better once I start reading. Such a naughty cat," she smooths back his hair away from his forehead, ”Me changing up my hairstyle totally doesn’t count for an actual change you know.”
She cups his warm cheeks, kissing him back with a smile, “Yeah it’s a learning experience, coming with some pretty good punishments for the both of us. We can both be really really hot and uncomfortable together, it’s perfect!” she lays out with Kyle as he stretches back on the couch, “So long as you’re feeling better, I’m good too- love you,” the term of affection rolls off her tongue effortlessly, but is no less meaningful than any time before.
"Maybe I’ll catch you by surprise next time I’m feeling it. Lay out naked on your bed just because, or sneak into the shower…good morning surprise. I’ll have to see about an erotic cake though, that’s daring," she grins playfully up to Kyle, training a hand down his chest, fingers toying along the waistband of his pants, "I will be sure to give you plenty of personal attention, don’t you worry your pretty little head."
"Mm now we’re cooking," Kyle’s smirk turns languid and lazy as Zee stretches out over him, enough that he has to recline. "Now who’s being a naughty kitty. Me gusta." He cranes up to kiss her a couple times with varying degrees of intensity before falling back on the cushions.
"I got a fever of a hundred and three," he quietly wails to Zee in his best Foreigner impression; it’s warbly but at least it’s enthusiastic. "Well I’m hot blooded, hot blooded…na na na na…I don’t know the other lines, but. Honey I’m not kidding, this fever is probably bad and as much as I’d like to indulge in one of your many hella titillating naked fantasies - and believe me, I am so first in line, stayed up all night saving my spot for Zee’s naked fantasies - I think the, ah," He raises a hand up, and a diary is transported in green light into his palm.
"I think you should continue reading. It’s been a good 36 hours already, baby. We could always go to my bedroom and you could always…y’know…read to me, naked. Orrrr if that’s weird because it’s your mom’s diaries, then you can read and I’ll be naked. Wait no…” Kyle rubs his scruffy cheek. ”No that’s probably still weird, too.”
Zee giggles as Kyle croons, “No no…I didn’t think you meant right this second, especially since I can’t be onboard as well. My sunburn is not exclusive to my face- it’s all splotchy on much less cute parts of my body. Ugh. I would recommend you take some advil or a cold shower or something, but if it’s magical engery draining illness those aren’t going to help. Thanks Green Lantern ring…way to come in handy for Kyle,” Zee picks up Kyle’s ring hand, planing a quick kiss on the ring itself before turning it over to place a kiss on his palm, “You poor thing…so we’ll save one of my many naked fantasies for when we’re both feeling better, sound good?”
She takes the diary from him, “If we’re reading this now, I am so not going to want to be naked for you until tomorrow morning. You can rub aloe all over my back then if you’d like to,” she teases him, wagging the diary in the air, “And you are not going to be naked, that’s the last thing my mom needs to experience through her diaries.”
Leaning back on Kyle, she holds out the book so they can both see what’s inside- although as far as she can tell with Kyle he can only focus on the pages for a short amount of time before the page blurs. It must’ve been some privacy jinx her mother put on her diaries. Inspecting the handwritten page numbers indicating the entry number, Zee finds her place after flipping through half a dozen illustrations of the city of Cius, “Okay here we are, here we go entry four hundred and thirty eight….”
[Ring Txt] no not mad. frustrated.
[Ring Txt] and something else, I don’t know what. foolish? inadequate? uncouth?
[Txt] I’m still mad, or maybe it’s frustrated too. Idk.
[Txt] Being able to joke with you and be upset ≠ mutually exclusive
[Txt] So I’m swinging by, and then we can continue being upset and something else together.
[Txt] Then I’ll start back on the diaries.
[Ring Txt] that’s a good idea. I’ll be here.
fifteen minutes later…
[Ring Txt] and y’know I can do the whole impulsive whirlwind getaways too
[Ring Txt] first class on Air Rayner, penthouse suite in Hotel Rayner and personal driver with Limousines by Rayner. the works. you’d just have to pay for food.
[Ring Txt] but yeah jsyk I can be extravagant-ish spontaneous like that with you if that’s what you want
Zee doesn’t respond to Kyle’s messages, leaving her replies for when she arrives at the apartment.
She finds Kyle sitting on the couch, and leans over the back of it to catch his attention. She drops a small stack of her mother’s diaries onto the seat below her, and leaves her arms stretched out along the couch. A large majority of her skin is sun kissed- looking like what Kyle described as sugar cookie- while her shoulders (as well as her nose and forehead) have soaked up a splotchy sunburn.
"I didn’t want to do the runaway thing with you because I was upset with you," she explains softly, "But- you’re right. I don’t consider you enough when I’m making my getaways, and I have no excuse for that."
Kyle is half-dozing on the couch, after a bout of feeling somewhat bad for being so lazy over the holidays and yet also feeling suspicious that Miss Meow is draining his energy. The cat is curled up next to him, snuggled against his hip.
He wakes when Zee shifts her weight onto the couch; he watches the diaries drop and slide against each other, then looks up to her long, graceful arms and her dark tumble of hair as she leans over.
Kyle meets Zee’s eyes. ”No, no that’s not what I mean. Well - maybe it’s what I mean,” Kyle responds, not bothering with greetings either. He shifts slightly, turning in the seat to look at her better. ”But it’s like…of course you wouldn’t. Consider me enough for your ‘getaway’, I mean. Why would you now? What do I offer you? I’m not exciting anymore, I’m just an uncultured lout who nags you about reading diaries. And I’m not even rich and glamorous like Queen is to make up for being a lout. I’mma part of what you need to get away from.” Kyle shifts again, looking out the window as he murmurs with dread realization.
"Jesus. I’ve become such a normal staple in your life, that now I’m part of what you have to escape from. Boy. Whatta conundrum."
"Kyle that’s not what I’m saying, that’s not what I’m saying, listen," Zee snaps, "I’m getting upset at you about the diaries because no one else but you is reminding me of them. You’re the only other person wrapped up in this, and maybe that’s my fault. I shouldn’t have taken my feelings out about the diaries and my mom all on you, not when you’ve been trying to help me through so much of this."
Zee wraps her arms around his shoulders, pressing her nose into his hair to take in his familiar scent, “You offer me more than anyone else I’ve ever had tied up in my messy life, Kyle Rayner. I love you for so many reason, one of those being that you want to get to the center of me, and you’re helping me to do the same for myself. We’re Nancy Drew and Hardy Boy when we’re together for a reason, Kyle. I’m one big stupid mystery that I’ve never been able to start solving till you.
"Our fight at the gala was a push for me wanting to escape, but you have never been the sole reason I want to run away. Kyle you’ve been nothing but my stability in life- even though your life is anything but stable too with GL stuff. I need mundane with you, it’s not a turn off. Maybe I just don’t want to bring you because I don’t want you to see how ugly I am when I’m away."
Zee sighs lowly, the noise almost like a soft growl, “I will not accept that you no longer make me happy. That’s simply not true, Kyle. It’ll never be true.”
Kyle keeps looking out of the window as Zee talks, although at the feel of her arms wrapping around him, he raises a hand, hooking it around the soft curve of her arm as he tilts down to kiss her wristbone.
"I warned your mother that this would happen. Leaving me in charge of making sure you read her diaries, like a good little girl. Why should you? She’s never given you reason to be good for her…” Kyle sighs on Zee’s palm, breath hot enough to leave a trace on her palm. ”She said…that I was the only person right now you’d listen to.”
He finally turns, leaning over to scoop his arms around Zee, pulling her over the couch to sit with him. (His ring helped lessen the awkwardness of dragging his girlfriend over a couch.) ”You know I don’t…like. I don’t mind. I like how you’re impulsive and extravagant and you care about what your peers think. It’s not ugly, nonono. It’s fun, it’s fascinating. It’s just. I guess…I wasn’t more reminded of how much I fail at being…” Kyle grits his teeth, but continues after swallowing hard.
"…being good enough, until our fight at the gala, y’know? I know I’m always broke. I’m not classy, I don’t come from a moneyed family…I know I’m kinda rough around the edges. I’m a Green Lantern, but protecting the known universe isn’t really relevant for the creme de la creme, is it?” Feeling earnest now, Kyle holds Zee’s hands in his own, looking at her delicately sunburned face.
"But Zee, I wanna be. I wanna learn how to be proper, so you don’t get anxious over making sure I’m…presentable." Kyle wrinkles his nose, feeling, of all things, embarrassed. "I wanna make you as happy as you make me. So I’m sorry. Sorry for not…for not doing the right thing at the gala. I didn’t understand all the, uh, etiquette rules."
"You warned my mother?” Zee laughs softly, “Do you have any idea how rediculious that sounds? Especially since I’ve just been reading about her in her teens and twenties…” she shakes her head, her long hair catching on Kyle’s cheek as it sways, “She’s right about one thing. I will listen to you over her any day- every day.”
She allows herself to be pulled over the couch, sitting close to Kyle. She listens to him, cupping one hand on her forehead and the other on his own, “You have a fever,” she mumbles softly, shooting a sharp look to Miss Meow, still sitting pretty on the couch with them, “Seriously? I brought the diaries, go poop in a box,” but Miss Meow generally doesn’t seem to care, blinking slowly back up at her.
"Do you honestly think you’re not good enough for me? Kyle…" she sighs, holding up Kyle’s hands, pressing her bare lips to his knuckles, "I never intended on making you think you aren’t good enough for me. If you think I want one of those Ken Dolls that paraded around at my and Ollie’s gala you are sorely mistaken. I love your rough edges, and your perspective on things. Kyle, we’re from different worlds but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate who you are and where you’ve been.
"It’s not fair of me to expect you to be perfectly polite naturally without me telling you what I need you to do in order to achieve that. I never once said going into the gala how I thought you should behave, or that I anticipated you to be proper…it’s like asking you to jump through invisible hoops. That’s not fair…" she shakes her head, getting more upset with her thought process at the time- no longer angry with Kyle, "You’ve never once asked me to change, why should I ask that of you?"
She laughs softly, thinking of the gala, and Kyle keeping horderves stuffed inside his jacket pockets, “I think if it was any other party but mine, I wouldn’t have gotten so upset with you. Maybe I’m not meant to play hostess and girlfriend at the same time. You make so many mundane snobby events exciting for me, and I love treating you to them and seeing you get excited over things no one else there seems to care about. I never should have been embarrassed as I was with you in the back room.” Zee leans her forehead to his shoulder, “I’m sorry I made you feel that way Kyle.”
"Fever…?" Kyle sounds a little surprised, feeling his own forehead as if that would help. "I thought I was just a bit hungover. I don’t feel feverish… Ring, report?" He holds up his hand, looking down at his ring as it glows. It’s communicating with him, Zee realizes; and only after a few seconds does Kyle look over at her.
"The ring says I’m feverish but it can’t heal me, so. It’s compensating by just making me feel like nothing’s wrong. Except it is something, isn’t it. Something magical, but I just can’t feel it. Dammit, Miss Meow, I thought we were friends! Ayy…” Kyle looks accusingly at the cat, who looks smug.
"Anyway, I…I asked you to change once. Remember? That time you - you put your hair in a ponytail and. And I said…." Kyle smiles slightly reaching up to tug at Zee’s hair. "I said I liked it down…and you changed your hairdo. I think it was in August…"
He leans closer, giving Zee a slow, warm kiss. ”Okay, okay. Let’s just chalk this one up to learning experience. One you paid for with sunburn and I paid for with alabaster fever, so…I guess we’re both even? Hn? I wanna be good with you. Te amo.” He kisses her again, a couple small brief ones before leaning back into a long stretch. He laces his fingers and cradles the back of his head as he regards Zee with a wide, cocky smirk.
"But you know next time we get all sexy-times, it’ll be all up to you, guapa. Because I still feel all, like, insecure now and stuff. So you gotta seduce me in style! With - with - with like, fan-dancing and…an erotic cake. And the oral pleasure. Yeah. I want mami to take care of her papi."
Zee scoops up Miss Meow, dropping her off the couch to get some space away from Kyle in hopes that’ll relieve his fever, “Go pester someone else over my mom’s final wishes…maybe Mar’i will wanna dress you up or something, she’s like a solar flare, feel free to give her a fever if you can.
"Well I guess it’s good your ring can handle some of it, but it should get better once I start reading. Such a naughty cat," she smooths back his hair away from his forehead, ”Me changing up my hairstyle totally doesn’t count for an actual change you know.”
She cups his warm cheeks, kissing him back with a smile, “Yeah it’s a learning experience, coming with some pretty good punishments for the both of us. We can both be really really hot and uncomfortable together, it’s perfect!” she lays out with Kyle as he stretches back on the couch, “So long as you’re feeling better, I’m good too- love you,” the term of affection rolls off her tongue effortlessly, but is no less meaningful than any time before.
"Maybe I’ll catch you by surprise next time I’m feeling it. Lay out naked on your bed just because, or sneak into the shower…good morning surprise. I’ll have to see about an erotic cake though, that’s daring," she grins playfully up to Kyle, training a hand down his chest, fingers toying along the waistband of his pants, "I will be sure to give you plenty of personal attention, don’t you worry your pretty little head."
"Mm now we’re cooking," Kyle’s smirk turns languid and lazy as Zee stretches out over him, enough that he has to recline. "Now who’s being a naughty kitty. Me gusta." He cranes up to kiss her a couple times with varying degrees of intensity before falling back on the cushions.
"I got a fever of a hundred and three," he quietly wails to Zee in his best Foreigner impression; it’s warbly but at least it’s enthusiastic. "Well I’m hot blooded, hot blooded…na na na na…I don’t know the other lines, but. Honey I’m not kidding, this fever is probably bad and as much as I’d like to indulge in one of your many hella titillating naked fantasies - and believe me, I am so first in line, stayed up all night saving my spot for Zee’s naked fantasies - I think the, ah," He raises a hand up, and a diary is transported in green light into his palm.
"I think you should continue reading. It’s been a good 36 hours already, baby. We could always go to my bedroom and you could always…y’know…read to me, naked. Orrrr if that’s weird because it’s your mom’s diaries, then you can read and I’ll be naked. Wait no…” Kyle rubs his scruffy cheek. ”No that’s probably still weird, too.”
Zee giggles as Kyle croons, “No no…I didn’t think you meant right this second, especially since I can’t be onboard as well. My sunburn is not exclusive to my face- it’s all splotchy on much less cute parts of my body. Ugh. I would recommend you take some advil or a cold shower or something, but if it’s magical engery draining illness those aren’t going to help. Thanks Green Lantern ring…way to come in handy for Kyle,” Zee picks up Kyle’s ring hand, planing a quick kiss on the ring itself before turning it over to place a kiss on his palm, “You poor thing…so we’ll save one of my many naked fantasies for when we’re both feeling better, sound good?”
She takes the diary from him, “If we’re reading this now, I am so not going to want to be naked for you until tomorrow morning. You can rub aloe all over my back then if you’d like to,” she teases him, wagging the diary in the air, “And you are not going to be naked, that’s the last thing my mom needs to experience through her diaries.”
Leaning back on Kyle, she holds out the book so they can both see what’s inside- although as far as she can tell with Kyle he can only focus on the pages for a short amount of time before the page blurs. It must’ve been some privacy jinx her mother put on her diaries. Inspecting the handwritten page numbers indicating the entry number, Zee finds her place after flipping through half a dozen illustrations of the city of Cius, “Okay here we are, here we go entry four hundred and thirty eight….”