Savannah Marie Goldberg {Goldilocks}
21 years old ₪ full-time receptionist & part-time baker at the bakery ₪ longs for adventure ₪ local wild child ₪ often found with flour on her clothes ₪ has tried to leave town countless times ₪ lives off of microwave pizza bites and poptarts ₪ rather particular about things
{this is an indie oc ouat blog, but will rp in other fandoms if they make sense. please check out my about page for more info.}
Nathan and Savannah spend a quiet morning trying to beat the other in a bet.
Savannah blinked her eyes open when she first noticed that the person who had been sharing her bed was no longer there. Frowning, she stirred, pulling the covers over her head, as she tried to fall back asleep. But the light was too bright as it poked between her curtains, and her bed was too empty, as she tried to stretch out under the sudden room. Pushing the blankets back to where they had been before, she closed her eyes, willing herself to fall back into a slumber that never came. It wasn't until a few moments later that she noticed him plopped down beside her, sliding under the blankets and radiating lovely body heat. "C'mere." She muttered, moving herself towards him as she snuggled against his side, with her arm flopped across his lap.
Nathan smiling at her warmth he let his hand fall over her back, fingers tracing a small circle over her spine. Continuing to read over the front page and then looking over the lovely girl beside him. "What are you doing Saturday night?" Nathan snuggled and relaxed, pulling her up his torso gently. His lips found hers and he let them linger for a long moment, enjoying how soft and sweet she felt in his grip.
Savannah practically melted under his touch, finding him to be the only positive thing about being awake when all she wanted to do was catch another hour of sleep. "Something naughty with you, I'm assuming." She replied, a cheeky little laugh before she gave his side a playful little smack. Then she was being pulled up, as she snuggled impossibly closer to him before his lips claimed a sweet little kiss. "A girl could get used to this, you know." She said offhand, blinking her eyes closed, as she trailed a random pattern against his forearm.
Nathan gave a small nod to Savannah, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips at her suggestion of 'something naughty'. "Just keep Saturday open, I have a surprise." Staying very vague about his plans, Savannah didn't seem like a girl who would enjoy romantic, sappy things like falling stars. Still he knew better, simple but grand gestures swooned even the most sinister of people. Feeling her lazy yet erratic pattern on his forearm, enjoying the subtle touch of her finger tips. "And a guy could get use to this." Nathan wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed those precious pink lips once more for good measure.
Savannah laughed at him, nodding her head slightly at his response. She didn't know what the surprise would be, having never actually been the best at guessing those sort of things. But then she could see his little smirk and she decided whatever it was, she was going to like it. Besides, what was there not to like about surprises in the first place? "Definitely something naughty then." She said with a laugh, grinning ear to ear at the mere thought. "Can I get a hint?" She asked after he kissed her, batting her eyelashes and pouting out her bottom lip. She knew it was a silly maneuver, but curiosity had almost always been her downfall.
Nathan let out a rich laugh of amusement, seeing her pout like that was perfect and adorable and still just slightly sad. Kissing her trying to erase that cute pout, "Hmm a hint sounds like very valuable information. I'm a businessman and I've learned you never give away something like that for free." He let his fingers dance up the curve of her side as he pretended to consider telling her for just a moment. "I could give you a hint but it's going to cost you." He raised one eye brow in an exaggeratedly suggestive look, deciding maybe he could have fun making her guess.
Savannah very nearly rolled her eyes at him, even though she knew her little pout wasn't going to get her far. She watched as his fingers slid along her side and then noted the look he gave her when he spoke again. She knew what he meant immediately, and if she wasn't curious before, now she definitely wanted to play along. "Mmmm I think we could strike up a deal." She murmured, before sitting up properly and then moving to straddle him on the bed. Dressed in only a pair of his boxers and an overstretched black shirt, she pressed her mouth against the column of his neck. "What exactly did you have in mind?" She asked, feigning an innocent tone before she caught his lips in a searing kiss.
Nathan couldn ot help but let out a light moan, feeling the heat of her mouth on his neck. When her lips found his he held nothing back, kissing her deeply for a long moment. Breaking the kiss and clearing his throat, "I think you know what I have in mind." his hands slipped down under her ass and gave a playful squeeze. "You want to get me to talk? Better put those lips to good use Beautiful." he laughed and gave her a grin that suggested he considered himself pretty slick with this little trade. "How badly do you want to know?" Looking her over and kissing her softly as he waited for her to either play along or to refuse.
Savannah bit her lower lips at his first statement, as she found herself still trying to catch her breath after their kiss. With her hands on the back of his neck, she gently scraped her nails against his skin as he laughed and gave her a wicked little grin. There was a coy smile upon her lips as she nodded, knowing how much of an effect her lips had on him. He'd be spilling secrets in just a few moments. Then he was kissing her again, much softer this time, as she fell into his little affection, before pulling away and off his lap. "You have no idea how bad." She nearly panted, her green eyes darker, as she settled herself between his legs, stroking his thighs through his pants. Well if she had all the power, then she was going to tease him a little bit.
Nathan let a small sigh escape his lips as Savannah teased him. Her delicate digits touching and stroking his thigh, getting him excited entirely way too easily. "Oh, you're going to be wicked aren't you?" shaking his head and watching her with a cock-eyed grin. "The more you torture me, the more vague the hint gets." he decided to add a claus to their little arrangement if she was going to try and torment extra information out of him it wouldn't work. Laughing as he thought to himself that he would crack if she kept it up.
Savannah pursed her lips at that, the cocky grin faltering for a moment. "Fuck." She said softly with a sigh, before she sat back up on her knees and pushed away from him. Sliding off the bed, she grabbed at his feet, before she wrapped her hands around his ankles and gave him a little tug. Pulling him to the edge of the bed, she dropped to her knees between the legs draped over the edge. In a matter of seconds she had the button unsnapped, and soon his pants were being pulled down his legs, before they pooled down at the floor. Hiking her shirt up and over her head, she tossed it to the side, before she caught his eyes. Then pressing the tip of her tongue against the base of his cock, she slowly slid up his length, while one hand rested on his hip bone, and the other held his inner thigh. This was going to be fun.
Nathan let her position him as she wanted. Sitting up and looking down at her as she undid his pants with her clever fingers. Watching her strip her shirt off he couldn't help but drink in the sight of her lithe, lovely torso and breasts. Nathan let one hand reach down idly, starting at the base of her neck and letting one finger slip down her collar bone. Slowly his fingers drifted down to her round, pert breasts and cupped one in his palm, his thumb stroking across the nipple lightly. Feeling her warm, wet tongue press against his cock he inhaled sharply and closed his eyes tightly for a moment. Nathan continued to massage her soft, round breast before his hand lazily moved to the other one. His fingers pinched lightly at her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as he focused on how good her mouth felt already.
Savannah let out a happy little sigh as she felt his hand on her breast, wanting to laugh at the fact that even now while her mouth was on his dick, he still wanted her to feel good. It was nearly maddening how much he seemed to think about her, but then she had to admit that she probably thought about him that much as well. "Mmm that feels good." She muttered her encouragement, before nearly humming against the length of him. Placing her full lips around the head of his cock, she continued to tease along the tip, flicking at his slit. Then just as quickly, she dipped her head lower, enveloping him into her mouth, as the hand on his inner thigh stroked softly at the base of his cock.
Nathan felt his body tense at the feel of her talented tongue. Her mouth was absolute heaven and he could not help but let out an audible gasp of pleasure when she took him in. All but trembling to her touch already he let out a breathy laugh, "Somebody really wants to figure this secret out." His hand moved from her breasts and trailed along the curve of her neck. His fingers finding themselves entangled in her hair with a light grip at the roots.
Savannah laughed at his comment, her laugh echoing against his skin, as she took him in deeper. With her cheeks hollowing, she continued to bob her head further down his length, a steady rhythm, before she would twist her head just so and use her tongue to trail an agonizingly slow path down his cock. It was teasing flicks of her tongue, her fingers cupping his balls, as she slid her mouth against him, practically begging him to give in. His fingers were in her hair, as she increased her speed, willing him to topple over the edge, and humming her approval at the noises that escaped his lips.
Nathan let out a hiss of air, lost in the sensation of Savannah's mouth. His grip tightening in her tendrils, moaning freely as she manipulated his already twitching dick. Closing his eyes and concentrating, trying as hard as he could not to topple over the edge so quickly. It was as if he were a runaway car on rails, he could not find the breaks and the edge was coming too soon. "Fuck, that-- that feel's...." his cock jerked between her lips and his body went numb, robbing him of words as he released down into her throat.
Savannah would have had a smile on her face if her mouth wasn't already busy, but instead she settled on a pouty smirk, sinking her mouth impossibly deeper. There was something so exciting about watching him come undone, that had her nearly forgetting their little deal in the first place. Instead she maintained a kind of frenzied rhythm, teetering him over the edge until she could feel him twitching and then suddenly found herself swallowing the spray in the back of her throat. With a kitten like smile, she crawled back onto the bed, her face snuggled into his shoulder as she practically sing-songed. "I believe you owe me a hint."
Nathan jaw slightly agape, catching his breath and releasing her hair. Watching her crawl back into bed he let out an amused laugh, she really did have her eye on the prize. "You'll have to give me a minute to think about it, I'm still a bit numb." Nathan narrowed his brow in thought, what could he tell her that wouldn't give the entire game away? "You can only see it if there isn't any light so look for it on the dark on saturday night." he laughed and gave a self-satisfied grin at his rather clumsy poetry. It was a hint which was all he promised but he wasn't an unreasonable man, he would offer her a second clue. "Any idea what it might be?" He laughed into her ear gently and kissed her cheek. "I'll give you another hint if you want to play another game." Raising his eyebrows playfully as he waited for her to accept or refuse, putting his money on the first.
Savannah blinked in reply, trying to figure out what he meant when his clue was about as vague as he could make it. She tried to think of something that they could do on a Saturday night that she could only see in the dark, but kept drawing a blank. She wasn't sure if it was the rosy tint in her apartment from the morning sun, or the gleeful smug way she currently felt, but she couldn't come up with anything concrete. "Is it something dirty?" She asked finally, her nose scrunched up with a chuckle. "No, wait... is it... like fireworks? No. Erm... I want another hint." She replied finally, nodding at his option of playing another game. "I like the sound of that."
Nathan did his best to keep his face blank, her guess of fireworks was alarmingly close. He knew that he couldn't give her a second hint or else she would guess it, she was far too clever for his version of riddles. Nathan grinned and stayed silent for a moment as he decided on what he wanted to make this next little game. He slid off of the bed and he grabbed her legs, tugging gently to let her know to slip her ass towards the edge of the bed. Parting her thighs and centering himself between them, looking up to her, "You have to stay perfectly quiet and I'll give you another clue..." his fingers reached underneath her and started tugging the boxers she had on down her legs. Slipping them off easily enough and kissing her inner thigh, "If you can't keep quiet then I win and you have to figure it out with what you already know." Nathan moved his mouth higher up her thigh, sucking against the soft skin and then letting his lips flutter slightly higher.
Savannah watched his face for any signs of admittance, but then he was just as stoic as ever and she was simply left wondering. She didn't think she was close, but his little riddle was so ridiculous, that she didn't think it was possible to get it right. Instead she had agreed to play another round, before she was being pulled down the bed in the same manner that she had done to him only moments before. Well it seemed as though two could play that game. But then he had rules on top and she stifled a gasp when she heard the words. Her - not make a sound? With her jaw set in determination, she gave him a short nod, before splaying herself on the bed, unable to watch him as he tugged down the boxer shorts and sucked on her thigh. This wasn't going to be an easy task.
Nathan knowing that this was going to be an almost impossible task for her, he didn't care that he failed to play fair. This would be fun for the both of them even if she lost, his mouth ventured higher and he let his breath bask over her sex as his tongue slid down the center. Tickling and teasing at her pussy before his mouth was moving down her other thigh slowly, taunting her. His nipped at her skin ever so gently and let his mouth move closer to her cunt again. After a long bout of teasing he let his lips travel back to center and he began to kiss and lick at her outer lips. His tongue wiggling between them and pressing his wet tongue inside of her slit slowly.
Savannah mentally groaned, unsure how she managed to get herself into this position. But then she bit her lips, and used her hands to grab at the covers, determined not to make a sound. Her eyes were skewed shut, her body tense and her toes curled in, as she tried to contain each moan and pant and foul word that threatened to spill from her lips. It was nearly impossible, as she could hear her heart hammering in her chest, and the unsteady breathing that she pushed through her nose. His kisses and licks were all taunting, hitting the spots that would have her cooing if she was allowed, but instead her stubbornness kicked in as she felt her body tighten under his expert mouth. She wasn't sure if it was because she was focusing so damn much on being quiet, but couldn't help the way her hips rolled subtly against his mouth.
Nathan let one hand slip up her legs and letting his thumb find her clitoris, resting his hand just above her cunt and rubbing in slow circles on that sensative button. His tongue slipped back out of her and paid careful attention to outer most lips, nipping and sucking at them just enough to tease her. Nathan was doing his best to provoke sound from those pouty lips and his determination grew as he felt her tense. "You taste so fucking good Savy, I could stay like this forever." His voice hoarse with lust as his tongue wiggled back into her wet velvet cunt and curled his wet warm muscle inside of her, reaching as deeply as he could with his tongue. Starting to slowly slide it in and out more steadily as his thumb strummed at her clit.
Savannah thought it was frustrating at how much he seemed to be enjoying himself down there. But then, there wasn't much else she could think about, as she reminded herself not to make a sound. It was like a mantra that she played over and over in her mind as his tongue or fingers or lips had her wanting to cry out. His voice was smug against her skin, causing her to shiver in spite of herself, and then his tongue was so deliciously inside of her and his hand was on her clit and she very nearly forgot her own name. Then in a flash she felt a cry catch in her throat, trying desperately to suck it back down, her mouth wide until she was quite literally digging her white knuckles into the covers at her sides. She was so close. And then, somewhere between the smug twisted grin on her lips, she felt herself shatter under his attention, her thighs trembling as she muttered a very incoherent, "Fuck... ohfuckohfuckohfuckkkkk...."
Nathan smiled with the satisfaction of having her determination collapse finally as he drove her over the edge. He continued to lick and push his tongue deep inside of her as he ran small quick circles with his thumb on her clit. Enjoying every moment as his mouth bathed her beautiful cunt. He continued to let his tongue delve inside of her as he felt her trembling and hearing her curse. Slowly pulling his face away as his thumb still toyed with the button between her legs, smirking up at her. "Oh, beautiful I think you may have lost that game." Laughing lightly and kissing her thighs with tender, loving kisses. Meeting her eyes and trying not to look too self-satisfied, "I guess you are going to have to figure it out with just the first clue." His mouth kissed up higher as he crawled back on to the bed and spooned his body against her, wanting to be close to Savannah.
Savannah felt her orgasm take over, her body all heat and pressure as she felt herself come with a shout. His mouth and tongue were too much, as she tried to close her thighs, but then he was more persistent than her. And so she stirred, her eyes finally blinking back open, and her fingers releasing the covers as she found herself laughing at him. "But I should get some kind of serious bonus points, because I don't think anyone could keep quiet with your mouth on them like that." She said absently, curling into herself with a satisfied smile. "Ten points for Gryffindor." She mumbled against her hands, as they pushed her hair from her face. Then his smug little mouth was climbing up her body, as she wriggled beneath the kisses and felt herself being spooned. Sighing happily, she decided that maybe she would like the surprise to be just that. After all, she did trust him.
He listened to her explanation and found enjoyment in the way her nose wrinkled at her own unproductiveness. From the way she spoke, he could guess she didn’t like her boss all too much. Wondering whether there was a story behind that, Hue tucked the remaining banana muffin sample into his satchel. At least he had something for his brother. He then went about eating the fresh blueberry one. It was just as delicious. His mouth was too busy to tell her how good it tasted. Of course, he probably wouldn’t have said anything anyway.
With that little half smile he wore, he nodded. He would never rat her out. Especially not for feeding him. He felt like she was a girl worth trusting in an odd way, but he couldn’t admit that out loud. After everything that had happened, he couldn’t be getting friendly with the town’s folk. Then again, Harris was finding enough company on his own. Maybe his brother could too.
She watched him with an amused expression, unsure what to do with a man that was literally the strong, silent type. Instead of lingering on the questions that she wanted to ask him, she ended up babbling more about the baking, glad to have someone that would actually listen to her. "The blueberry ones are my favorites though. I don't think I'm technically allowed to have a favorite, but they would be it. Or the cinnamon buns. Those are to die for." She added, a cheeky little grin as she watched him enjoy the blueberry muffin.
"I didn't think you'd tell on me. You've got honest eyes." She explained offhand, not sure if she exactly meant it as much as she wanted to say it. "And if you want a very special treat, tomorrow I'm going to have apple cinnamon muffins. Not sure if it's really up your alley, but I could use a test subject." Savannah added with a wiggling of her eyebrows.
The Doctor shrugged. “Who knows it might’ve been.” he then gave her a smile and took her hand, shaking it up and down a bit excited at meeting someone. He loved meeting new people. “Nice to meet you Savannah! Brilliant name by the way, love it!” as he calmed down a bit, smile still on his face, he lowered his voice a little. “Now this may seem like a strange question but I promise you I’m not crazy, I’m just lost. Can you tell me exact when and where I am? Navigation system’s broken on me.”
She allowed her hand to be shook, nearly rolling her eyes as he complimented her name, until she realized that he was being genuine. She laughed at his enthusiasm, his upbeat attitude contagious as she found her smile matching his. It was his next statement that had her furrowing her brow, wondering just where this man had come from to be lost that much. "Erm. Well it's Saturday afternoon and you're in Storybrooke, Maine." She explained softly, excited to meet someone that didn't live in her town their whole life. "Where did you come from?" She asked, her eyes wide in curiosity with a little laugh.
Savannah assumes that her and Nathan have broken up, only to find that isn't exactly the case.
Savannah: Her fight from the night before was still ringing in her ears when she ended up getting a quick text message just as she was heading home after her shift at the bakery. The text was from Sean and although it had been vague, it promised a couple free drinks and his company, which seemed to be exactly what the doctor ordered. After changing into a pair of jean shorts and an off the shoulder top, she found herself a few drinks in, laughing at his ridiculous story as his hand settled just above her knee in the dingy bar.
Nathan: Nathan had spent the day in a miserable rut at work, a client had been short-changed on an order and it was his job to fix it ---even if it cost the company money. Still he couldn't give the dilemma any real thought because his mind was stuck on Savannah, on that fight last night. He felt badly about the fact hat he projected his own insecurities on to his girlfriend. She wasn't Dawn and she would never be Dawn the good or the bad; as he remembered her saying so last night. Around close he caved and decided to text her. 'I'm Sorry Beautiful..." When no text came back he slid his phone into his pocket feeling mildly defeated.
Savannah: She watched him with a slightly glazed over expression, the alcohol just running through her system, but not nearly enough to be considered drunk. She was more happily buzzed, as she regaled him with a story of Patrice lighting an apron on fire the week before. It was in somewhere between her admitting that she ended up having to not only cover for Patrice, but then also had to console the woman that she felt his hand slide higher up her thigh. There was a wicked little smile on her lips then, as she blinked her eyes in mock innocence and captured a chaste kiss from him. Although this hadn't been her plans for the night (instead she was going to wallow over a slice of carrot cake and her puppy curled in her lap), she couldn't help but admit this was a far more fun option. Besides, it had been ages since someone new had given her this kind of attention - mostly because up until 24 hours before she had been a taken woman.
Nathan: Staying late at the office long after it had closed, trying to bury himself in work but not accomplishing his goal of forgetting the text he sent her. Around ten he decided to head out and try and make amends, heading to her apartment. When he was greeted by only the sound of Claire's frantic barking because he knocked on the door he tensed. Nathan knew he should have thought of it before hand, Savannah would have gone out. He hurt her with how he talked to her the night before and she had hurt him...words can be awful weapons. Heading back to his car he drove down the winding roads of Storybrooke towards the Rabbit Hole.
Savannah: She was lost in his affection, the lingering stroke of his fingers against her bare skin, and the lazy way his lips found hers in another series of quick kisses. It was relief that settled in her chest when she felt his other hand settling on the back of her neck as he deepened their teasing kisses. But then there was something in the back of her mind that threatened to ruin everything, as the comparisons had her sobering under his fingers and lips and sighs. Because it wasn't the same firm hands on her skin, nor was it the same soft lips pressing kisses to her lips that she had somehow come to expect. Instead Sean's lips were too chapped, and his fingers too delicate as he continued to kiss a path down her neck. But she wanted to forget Nathan and his biting words and the way he had kissed her in this same bar only weeks ago. She hadn't responded to his text and now she wasn't going to compare the man kissing her to him either. She just couldn't. It hurt too much.
Nathan: Pulling up outside the bar and simply sitting in his car considering his next move. He didn't think Savannah wanted to talk to him but part of him was being selfish, he just had to apologize for his own mind sake. Looking to the tacky neon letters that lit up the sign outside of the bar and reaching for his wallet. Nathan thought to himself, he could do this he could go into the bar and get a beer and if she was there he would have a chance to talk to her. Still he didn't move from the car, a bout of cowardice keeping him put.
Savannah: It was a few breathless moments later, their drinks abandoned that she felt him tug a little on her wrist, a cocky smile outlined across his lips. "Let's get out of here." She responded, beating him to the punch before she stood up and felt his hands on her waist. He dropped just enough money to cover for their drinks, as she led him out the front door. The cold air immediately had her recoiling, as Sean's lips pressed a quick kiss to her bare shoulder, before she found herself biting her lower lip and laughing. He was fumbling, all hands against her body as she tried to lead them down the sidewalk. Stopping in her tracks to push her hair out of her face, Sean's lips pressed a kiss to the side of her neck as one hand slid against her waist and the other around her neck. She pressed her hands against his chest, trying to push him away, not wanting to make a scene on the street of their small town.
Nathan: Seeing her bright blonde hair and the neon of the bar sign giving just enough light for him to see that she wasn't alone. Stepping out of the car quietly and walking towards her. Seeing the other man kissing her shoulder was something he wasn't certain he would survive in that moment. His heart sunk but when she pushed him away it began to pound in his chest. Clearing his throat as he approached, not saying a word because words were failing him in that moment. He wasn't about to start another fight with her, he had come to apologize---Sean how ever he didn't mind fighting if it came to it.
Savannah: Staggering slightly in her heels from the long day, she felt his frown before she saw it, and then suddenly his fingers were kneading the small strip of skin between her shorts and the shirt. Then his lips were on hers again, this time pushing and pulling more aggressively than he had before. She laughed as she pushed him back, a bright smile on her face at his eagerness. "Easy there, Sean." She purred against his ear before she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Whipping herself around with a cheeky reply on her lips, she found herself clamping her mouth shut when she saw Nathan standing right in front of her. She found herself pursing her lips as she took him in, not sure of what emotions were washing through her, as Sean held her impossibly closer, her back flushed against his front. "What... What are you doing here?" She asked, knowing for a fact that The Rabbit Hole wasn't his usual hang out.
Nathan: "Came looking for you." he admitted freely looking Savannah over. His eyes quickly looking to Sean, not liking that he kept pursuing her even after she had asked him twice now to slow down. "Wanted to make sure you were okay, there's no trouble here is there?" Nathan asked more to Sean than to Savannah. Looking him squarely in the eye for a moment before his gaze softened only slightly to look back at her. "I wanted to talk to you, about last night." his voice holding a hint of apology even as he was growing less and less patient with the pair of them in front of him.
Savannah: She frowned at him, struggling between feeling sad and frustrated, forgetting about Sean behind her until Nathan addressed him. "No trouble." She interjecting, not wanting Sean to interact with Nathan, knowing how the last guy had reacted when in nearly the same situation. There was something in his voice that had her wanting to talk to him, to go over what had been said in the heat of the moment, but then her wall was up and she wasn't sure if she could even stand it. She knew they had ended things poorly, a breakup before they even got that serious, but there was a part of her that didn't think they would have even made it as far as they had. "I don't think right now is such a good time, buddy." Sean had replied, his voice probably more territorial than it needed to be, as his fingers dug deeper into her skin.
Nathan: Nathan went from the softened demeanor to a rather harsh sort of laugh. "Oh, Yeah--- Buddy?" the last word holding more than a twinge of mocking. "I think you're the one who is out of place with your hands on my girlfriend like that. Maybe you should go back into the bar and leave us alone." Deciding that two could play at the territory game, especially if he was going to hold on to her so tightly. Taking a step closer to them and then looking back to Savvy. "We need to talk, now." trying to get her to send away the drunk opponent.
Savannah: Pursing her lips, Savannah managed a sigh as she stepped back from Nathan, while Sean's fingers danced across her hips. "I'm not your girlfriend." She replied, suddenly feeling trapped between these two men and wanting nothing to do with either of them and their pissing match. But then Sean's hands were holding her impossibly close, and Nathan's eyes were boring into her, as she felt herself sobering up nearly completely. Turning her head over her shoulder she gave Sean a sad little smile. "Why don't we pick this up another night, okay?" She offered, to which he managed a little nod, before pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. Then just as suddenly he was making his way back into the bar and Savannah was left standing in front of Nathan with her arms wrapped around her chest.
Nathan: "Yes, you are." Nathan said simply and frowned he heard her talk to the other man offering him a date another time. As he staggered back to the bar, Nathan kept his mouth shut tightly as if trying to bite back words he would regret. "What would you call this then if you're not my girlfriend? I know...I hurt you last night and I'm sorry. Things don't end because of one fight, that's not how relationships work." His words holding a tangled mix of anger and sorrow in them. "You were really going to take him home?"
Savannah: "I don't- I don't know, but it was over last night. Whatever it was. It was over." She managed, her jaw set as she tried to answer his question. But then there she was again, playing a game that she didn't know the rules to as he moved all the pieces on the board. Because as far as she knew, they had broken up with him storming out and her sitting on her couch wondering why she hadn't ruined whatever they had sooner. "And that is none of your business." She added, not able to defend herself when she felt so angry at him and his need to talk everything through.
Nathan: "Is that what you want? I don't believe for a second that this is over, I don't believe it's what either of us want." He approached her feeling anger radiating from Savannah. "Beautiful, I truly am sorry for taking out my insecurities on you...and even if we were done you're worth ten of that asshole." Reaching out and cupping her chin, carefully tilting her gaze up towards his. "I'm not done with you and I won't let you run away that easily...unlike everyone in there," he gestured to the bar, "I'm not a complete fool, I know this is worth something." This time he gestured between the two of them with his free hand, keeping his palm gently cupped to her face so she could pull away if she wanted to.
Savannah: She simply shook her head at him as he spoke, not trusting her voice in that moment to deny what he was saying. The truth was she didn't want it to be over, but she also didn't know how to be the kind of girlfriend that he deserved. She didn't know how to be like Dawn or the girls that he had most likely grown up around. Then he was stepping towards her and his hand was under her chin and she was forced to meet his gaze as she listened to his words. She pulled away from him then, stepping back and trying to keep him at a distance both physically and emotionally. "Take me home." She said simply, meeting his gaze even though her jaw was still set and her arms still crossed. "If I'm not going to be spending my evening with Sean, then I want to spend it with Claire. We can talk at my place."
Nathan: "Alright." he nodded, the word muttered almost under his breath. "Claire will be a good guard dog when she's grown, barked pretty fiercely when I knocked on the door earlier." Letting Savannah know that he had checked her apartment before coming to this dive bar. Not exactly pleased with her reference to Sean, he would let it slide. Escorting her to his car and sighing, head in hand before he started the car. Driving away all too gladly from the Rabbit Hole, wondering what it meant that she conceded to talk to him more. Staying silent not wanting to say the wrong thing before the conversation even really started. Nathan kept his eyes forward as he thought about how certain she seemed that they were broken up. He wouldn't let it end this way, he simply would not.
Savannah: She gave him a short nod, not wanting to actually have a conversation with him, even though she didn't quite want him to leave yet. And it was in this in-between place that she remained during the short drive to her apartment, as well as the fast elevator ride, until they finally reached her door. It was then that she heard Claire's high pitched little barks that had her smiling despite her anger at the whole situation with Nathan. Turning the door open she watched as her puppy dashed to her feet, trying to jump up and lick her legs, before she quickly left Sav to do the same to Nathan. "Traitor." She muttered under her breath, before grabbing Claire's ball and chucking it across the kitchen floor before the dog scurried after it. "You didn't have to be so rude to him." She said offhand, bringing up Sean before she kicked her heels off.
Nathan: "I didn't have to be so rude to him?" his voice showing how incredulous he found that statement. "He's lucky you didn't tell him to calm down again or I might have really been rude." Shaking his head and looking to the playful pup, not wanting to yell at Savannah even as anger churned in his stomach. "Look he's not our problem....the fact that you thought you could take him home is." Nathan was not going to back down, they had not broken up --- no one had said so the night before. He would not let her assumption ruin what they had built so far and he was prepared to put up a fight to keep her. "If you really wanted this to be over, he would be here right now not me."
Savannah: "Oh my hero." She hissed, disdain dripping from her voice as she filled up Claire's water dish and tried to tidy up her kitchen, unable to stand still long enough to look at him. With her back to him, she turned around at his next comment, her lips curling into a frown. "I could have taken him home. I could have let him take me to his place. Whatever we had is over. It was over last night." She explained, remembering the way his voice had rung in her ears. "I was being selfish, remember? Well maybe I am. Maybe I'm too selfish to be in your life." She added, and then laughed bitterly at his next comment. "But it is over. Can't you see?"
Nathan: "No, it's not." He came up behind her and placed his palms on either side of the counter around her. Kissing the nape of her neck and whispering, "I can't see how this is over, especially when you invited me back here." A part of him knowing that he could lose this battle if his will didn't stay strong. "If you want him to come here then by all means call him." Kissing her neck again, one hand moving and reaching into her pocket for her phone. Placing it on the counter in front of Savannah. "Go ahead...call him."
Savannah: He had surprised her, his lips against the back of her neck and his arms pinning her to the counter. It probably served her right, trying to ignore him only to have him demanding her attention with his kisses. "I didn't invite you over for this." She began, but then his fingers were digging into her pocket and her phone was on the counter while he called her bluff. She didn't want to call Sean, but she didn't want him to know that, instead she remained aloof as he told her to call him. "Are you going to stay and watch?" She teased, her voice harsh as she glanced down at her phone, noticing the flash that signaled she had missed a text or two in the process.
Nathan: "No, because you're not going to call him." He made no move to take the cellphone out of her reach. Whispering into her ear as he kissed just below it, "What did you invite me over for? If we were over ---what did you think was going to happen? We could have talked at the bar." Nathan let one hand wrap around her waist, his thumb hooking into the top of her pants. "Either call him....or take off your pants." he decided to try a new tactic, if reasoning wouldn't work with her than he would try demanding instead.
Savannah: He was calling her bluff - seeing through her as much as he had the first night when she found him drinking at the seedy bar. And it was too much, as she felt him place a kiss below her ear and the words leave his lips before his hand was on her waist. "I told you... I wanted to be home for Claire." She said as evenly as she could manage, and then he gave her an ultimatum that had her biting her lip and glad that he couldn't see her reaction. "You're not the boss of me." Savannah pointed out, even though she would much prefer the later in this situation. She wasn't ready to give in to him, to give in to his demands just because she was putty in his hands.
Nathan: Suckling ever so gently at the crook of her neck where it met her shapely shoulders. "Did I fucking stutter?" he laughed lightly even as his voice held a glint of seriousness to it. "You could have come home to Claire alone, you didn't. Call him or strip. Now." His fingers moving a little lower, undoing the button on her pants; knowing somehow that she was not going to call Sean even to spite him. "You didn't bring me here to talk and I don't want to fight you anymore on this. It's not over and I'm about to show you why." Nathan moved his hand higher on her frame, slipping it under the bottom of her shirt and letting his warm skin rest against hers. She felt so incredibly soft, he was second guessing himself in that moment but he stood steadfast. Maybe it was over, who was he to tell her other wise? Still they were here now, they were close and he was not going to give up just yet.
Savannah: Her jaw was set and her hands were curled into fists at either side of her body, but still she wanted him just as much now as she ever had. Claire must have tuckered herself out, as she was no longer playing around their feet, instead no doubt curled up in some corner or snuggled up on the couch. But Sav couldn't think too much about her puppy when she felt his fingers unsnapping the button of her jean shorts and then settling against the delicate skin on her stomach. She remained unmoved for another agonizing second, before she felt her fingers tug on the zipper of her jeans, before they fell down to her feet and she stepped out of them. It was as close as she was to giving in, but she wanted him again, even if it was just one more time. Then with her free hands, she placed one on the counter top, while the other was placed over his arm that still had her pinned to the counter. "Show me." She said softly, her voice more a whisper than anything else as she felt her heart thudding beneath her shirt.
Nathan: With that Nathan snapped the elastic of her panties and tore them easily from her. Smirking to himself as he bent her over the counter, guiding her arms and lying her palms flatly on the surface. Pulling up and undoing his own pants quickly before letting them fall to the floor with his boxers. Despite how angry and confused and sorry he was...he was hard. She had that affect on him all too easily and it was unnerving no matter how much he enjoyed it. His firm hand reached between her thighs and with a playful but sharp smack he spoke in an even tone. "Spread." The one word letting her know to part those lush thighs to give him access to her most precious parts.
Savannah: She stood in front of him, her ass now bare and her palms flat on the counter, while she heard him undoing his own pants behind her. There was something so perfect about him behind her, with her still too mad to look him in the face, not wanting that kind of intimacy. But then there was his hand between her thighs with a smack that had her jerking her hips and groaning. Just like that, she followed his instruction, spreading her legs farther so that she was far more open to him. The anticipation had her nearly humming, wondering exactly what he had in store for her because even though they weren't the best at communication, it was here that they could shine.
Nathan: The hand that smacked her thigh, moved to cup her plush, perfect ass. Giving it a gentle spank before his hand slid forward again, between those supple thighs. His fingers flitted and danced over her outer lips, brushing against her pussy with a feather light touch to contrast the harshness when he spanked her thigh. His index finger wiggled between her soft, pouted cunt lips and pressed against the button that was her clit. His free hand running up the curve of Savannah's waist and slipping under her shirt and bra, carefully caressing and pinching her petal pink nipples. He let his cock press against ass, letting her feel the affect she had on him. Nathan was teasing himself in this moment just so he could torment her as well, knowing how badly both of their bodies wanted him to sink deep inside of her.
Savannah: Savannah suddenly felt more intoxicated than she had at the bar, lost in the way his hands teased against her and already had her jerking her hips for more. Always for more. He was all hands, one between her legs and the other pulling at her breasts, while she exhaled loudly, trying her best not to moan outright. It was obnoxious the way he taunted her, his dick pressing against her and his fingers making her that much more wet. But he had every right to be obnoxious, as she responded to each brush of his fingers against her skin. With her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, she forced herself not to beg as she waited for him to slide inside of her.
Nathan: His fingers continued their languid path on her pussy, traveling down her slit and flicking over her clitoris again. His other hand moving to the nipple he had neglected a moment ago, pulling it to attention. His cock was twitching against the softness of Savannah's ass, one of his fingers teasing at her entrance before it was buried deep inside her tight cunt. Curling his digit, rubbing her inner wet velvet walls before he withdrew his finger. Pumping it forward again into her, his thumb pressed to the sensitive bundle of nerves that was her clit. Pulling at her nipple a bit harder as his finger began to fuck her slowly, his eyes watching her finger tips against the counter. Smiling softly as he saw how she kept them in place with out having to be told, how she knew to be still for him purely on instinct was intoxicating to him. This power that she gave him made Nathan know that he had already won the battle, you didn't give control to a person you never want to see again. His digit thrust hard into her and a second one stuck into her snug pussy as his thumb strummed her clitoris.
Savannah: Her sharp teeth dug deeper into her bottom lip, as she tried to remain as unaffected as she could. It wasn't as though she didn't want to give him the satisfaction (even though that was probably part of it), but it was more than that. She didn't want him to know how under his spell that she was and how she could give into him so easily after wanting to stomp her foot and run away from him only earlier. But then his fingers were inside her and she couldn't help the moan that caught in her throat, as she placed her face flush against the counter. With her forehead against the cold surface, she wriggled lightly under his attention, embarrassed at how fast he could have her over the edge. But there was a familiar kind of feeling fluttering in her stomach, as she felt his fingers thrust just that much deeper, and she couldn't help but part her lips and let out another soft moan.
Nathan: Hearing her give in to him made him smirk slightly. Continuing to let his fingers slip in and out of her already slick sex, slowly strumming at her clit as well. After a few more careful thrusts of his digits he pulled them out and the hand that had been gripping at her breasts slid out of her shirt. Nathan grabbed her hair gently and pulled her doubled over body upright. "Tell me you want this to be over and I will leave right now." he said barely over a whisper, nipping at her neck. Knowing it was unfair to do it like this but part of him knew that this was the ultimate way to communicate with Savannah. What words missed, their bodies seemed to say with little inhibition.
Savannah: She could practically feel his smirk, knowing how much he was enjoying himself, even without the constant reminder bumping into her ass. She was so close, nearly willing to give in just enough to topple over the glorious edge when she felt suddenly empty. His hands were off of hers in an instant, as she blinked her eyes open in confusion. But then his fingers were tangled in her messy blonde curls and she was being pulled up, as his words were spoken into the back of her neck. "I... I..." She stammered, her mind clouded with shame and guilt and lust and anger and something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She didn't know the right things to say, how to apologize or forgive, so instead she pressed her ass against him, willing him to continue what he started. "Don't leave." She said into her hair, as she shut her eyes, not even willing to see her reflection in the picture frame in front of her.
Nathan: Turning her around to face him he pressed his lips to hers passionately. "I won't." he gasped, lifting her up and placing her on the counter top. It was the perfect height and without hesitation he guided his aching cock inside of her, kissing her all the while. His hips met hers as he drove himself deeply inside of Savannah's cunt. She felt perfect and right and so, so warm. Slipping in and out of her with no gentility at all, letting out all the frustration and confusion as he fucked her on the counter. Nathan let a moan echo into her mouth and drove home inside of her again and again already so close to the edge as he began to knead at her breasts again.
Savannah: She almost couldn't believe she had said it, the small request that meant so much. But then she was rewarded with a kiss, as he spun her around and she lost her sense of balance as she was placed on top of the counter with such ease. He was inside her just as fast, his hips pressed against hers while his mouth claimed her lips. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, draping them over as she pulled against his lips and kissed him like she hadn't in months. It wasn't a sweet kiss, but it was all she could give, as she ground her hips to meet his thrusts. "Fuck." She replied to the groan, as she nipped on his bottom lip, her eyes closed shut as she felt a tension building inside her. She was so damn close.
Nathan: He continued the rough rhythm of his hips colliding into hers. He was unbelievably close, she seemed to fit around him all too perfectly. Nathan moved his mouth from hers, "You're mine and I'm yours." kissing down her neck, his voice sounding almost solemn even as he was ravishing her. His mouth found hers again as his hips writhed against hers, pushing deep up inside of her and moaning again into the kiss.
Savannah: "I don't-" She began, before letting it just drift off into the air in a strangled kind of sigh as his mouth landed hot on her neck. She didn't know how to even finish it properly, unsure of what she meant to say even as she was saying it. Did she not want to be his or have any of the relationship entanglements that had caused them pain in the first place? Or was she simply scared that she didn't think she would be enough - could ever be enough? With a shake of her head, she lifted her hips just slightly, tilting her pelvic bone as he caught her insecurities between kisses. Then just like that she was a goner, her thighs trembling beneath her, as she pulled away from his lips, gasping for breath. "Nate." She groaned, the feeling too much, as she jerked her hips against his as she rode out her orgasm.
Nathan: Hearing her say his name before feeling her pussy fluttering around his cock made him laugh lightly. "Oh, Beautiful cum for me." he whispered, his hips starting to jerk as well. Doing his best to delay the inevitable, he started to cum a moment later. An intense orgasm shivered through him, leaving his limbs tingling as his mouth quickly darted down her neck and collar bone. Nipping into her skin as he let out a deafening moan, grinning a bit stupidly as he let his hips rock gently back and forth still riding out their entwined orgasms. Sighing and flicking her nipple under his thumb before his hands pulled free from her breasts, reaching up to grip her soft blonde hair and meeting her eyes. Kissing her longingly, panting and laughing under his breath but not pulling away from her as he recovered.
Savannah: She was spent, riding out his last few thrusts, as she untangled her arms from around his neck to hold herself steady on the counter. Her eyes blinked open, as she looked past him before his mouth was sliding along her neck. She licked her lips, dropping her head back to stare at her ceiling with a satisfied little grin. Her skin was flushed, as she felt her cheeks and chest radiate warmth in her mostly cool apartment. Then just as she was about to pull away from him, his hands were in her hair, pulling her down to look at him and his cocky little grin. She rolled her eyes at him, a teasing smirk before she kissed him back, forgetting what had her mad in the first place.
Nathan: His lips kissing her forehead, inhaling the scent of her hair as he withdrew from between her legs. "Beautiful, I'm sorry." he apologized again even in the bliss of climax he felt the need to make this better between them. Pulling away for just a moment before helping her down from the counter top. Nathan let his eyes meet hers and he kissed her cheek this time. "I'm yours." he repeated.
Savannah: Her breathing was labored as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, just as she tried to catch her breath. She wanted to laugh with him again, to crack a joke, but then he was apologizing and it made everything so real that it almost stole her breath away. She murmured some kind of agreement under her breath, allowing him to help her down before she felt a kiss on her cheek and the words cutting through her like a silent bomb. Looking away from him, she pressed her cheek against her shoulder, teetering on the edge of giving in or destroying whatever they had. "I don't... I don't want that." She said softly, sighing before she could look up at him with a mostly blank expression. "It's too much." She added, trying to find the words to express how she was feeling.
Nathan: "Do you mean that?" his face was drained of all happiness when he asked her. It was his last resolve, he wouldn't pressure her any further if she really wanted it to be over. Still it felt defeatist to give up but he was not the kind of man that wanted to coerce her if she was truly done with him. Staiying silent as his heart pounded in his chest, anxiety flooding his body as he thought that this was about to come to a crashing end.
Savannah: "Fuck." She groaned, watching his face contort into something that caused her heart to ache. "You can't just make grand statements like that." She pushed further, a hint of aggression in her voice, as she grabbed a hold of his wrist. She didn't want to hurt him, but she couldn't help feeling as though he was putting too much pressure on her. Her fingers were running soothing patterns on the inside of his wrists as she tried to relax her expression. "You have to understand, this... this is new and I ... I just want you to hold my hand through it, okay?" She admitted finally, her face completely open as she tugged her lower lip between her teeth. "Can we just go slower?"
Nathan: "We can go at what ever pace you need Savannah." He said with only understanding in his voice. Nathan looked her over, smiling gently, "I will hold your hand every single step, baby steps, but what you have to understand is. Is that I don't let go easily, I will help you through this but we are in it together. The first step is getting use to thinking that way, together--- not I or me but We." Trying to explain it to her as easily and plainly as he could. Wrapping his arms around her waist and shaking his head with amusement. "Just let me know if we're going to fast, I don't mind waiting for you."
The Doctor laughed. “No, no riddles here my name’s actually the Doctor. Although I did know someone who went by the Baker, she was actually a disaster in the kitchen, of course no one had the heart to tell her that.”
"You must have met Patrice then." She pointed out with a sly kind of laugh. "She's the bosses niece. Doesn't know the difference between sugar and salt or how not to set things on fire." Her laugh settled into a soft smile, as she gave him a small shrug of her shoulders. "I'm Savannah."
The girl disappeared into the back. Was it enough time to smuggle a few into his bag? Before he could even reach across the counter, she was back and plopping another one down before him. Her cheerful attitude was starting to make him feel pretty nervous. Did she treat all of her customers this way? Hubert tried to smile but it came out a bit awkward. At least it was something. He picked up the first muffin and took a bite. Immediately, his smile widened. It was pretty tasty. Not too much banana and not too many nuts. It was a perfect balance. He blinked up at her when she told him they were free. It was almost as if she knew what he had been planning all along. Was this a trick? A game?
"I made the banana ones. Just trying something new out." She explained, as she watched his attempt at a smile turn into something far more genuine. There had always been something so gratifying in someone appreciating her baking, that had her smiling and wishing that she didn't have to keep her wild hair back in a perfect hairnet. "My boss doesn't think they'll sell. I guess they won't if I keep giving them away, but I just want to see what people really think about them." She explained with a flip of her hand, trying her best not to bad-talk her boss while in the actual work place.
"So thanks for being my guinea pig, Hue." She added after a pause, before glancing over her shoulder to the woman working in the kitchen. "Let's just... ah... keep this between us though, ya? Don't want to get a girl in trouble do you?"
He didn’t know what to say to her. The banana nut muffin looked tasty, but the smell of blueberries had his attention pulled towards the oven. Could he really take her up on a sample? He wasn’t supposed to be interacting with her in the first place. Not that he was saying much. Either way, now she knew his face. Making out with a muffin or two would prove difficult if he was having a conversation with her. Finally, he let his eyes drop to the floor and shrugged his shoulders.
Smiling up at him, she found herself placing the banana nut muffin in front of him. "Stay here a minute, yeah?" She told more than asked, before she made her way to the kitchen in the back and grabbed a blueberry muffin as well. Standing in front of him once again, she placed the other muffin on the counter in front of him and laughing lightly. "You're not much of a talker are ya? You don't have to answer that, by the way." She added, deciding that although mostly silent, she liked him. "I'm Savannah and these are on the house."
Stopping his tracks, he frowned. Was she talking to him? He glanced over his shoulder to see her grinning at him. Shit, stealing from her would be too difficult now that she was watching him. At least she was offering him something. Should he just ignore her and walk out or…? No, that muffin was sounding pretty good. Silently, he turned and walked back towards her. He tried to keep his eyes downcast as he nodded slowly and mumbled, “Not allergic.”
She watched him carefully, her smile faltering as she watched him come towards her slowly. Busying herself with the display of various baked goods, she grabbed one of the mentioned muffins, wondering if he would want a different flavor. After all, Sav liked treating the new clients to samples - as not only did it generally guarantee repeat business, but was also her sly way of rebelling. "Or we have a fresh batch of blueberry muffins that just came out." She added, turning her attention back to him with the banana nut muffin in her hand.
Hubert had entered the bakery with full intent on stealing a pastry or two for their breakfast. As he walked in, he took a glance at the shop keeper. While he would normally drop his glance, he had a harder time pulling his eyes away. Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair and nonchalantly traveled down an aisle.
Still nursing a bit of a hangover, Savannah wasn't exactly in the best of moods as she ran through the motions in the small bakery. The morning rush had slowly began to die down, as she handed out change to the woman in front of her and offered a smile to the man that just walked in. She watched him for a moment, aware that he wasn't a regular, and found herself suddenly shift under his gaze. Glancing back at him, she grinned, ushering him to come closer. "Want to try a free sample of our new kind of muffin? It's banana nut. Are you allergic?" She asked all in one breath.
Savannah: She hummed along to the music playing in the background, her eyes not exactly paying attention to the movie on her television set. Instead she snuggled in closer to Nathan, her fingers tapping to the beat against the top of his thigh.
Nathan: He wrapped his arm around her and held her a bit more closely. His eyes had been lazily watching the television and when he felt her finger tips on his thigh his attention turned instead to them. Smiling gently hearing her hum the tune on the show as they sat contented together.
Savannah: "What's this movie about again?" She asked, squinting as she watched someone chasing another person. She felt suddenly restless, as her fingers began to drag along his thigh.
Nathan: "Something about old CIA agents...it was the least sappy thing they had left in the store." he shrugged as he ignored the television in favor of Savannah. "It was this or the notebook." He laughed lightly as he noticed her fingers lingering there on his thigh. Trying of course to be a gentleman about it he simply looked down at her finger tips and then kissed her forehead. "It's not as exciting as I thought it might be." he looked back to the screen for a second before looking back to the beauty beside him.
Savannah: "Well it might be better than the Notebook, but that's not saying a lot." She grimaced, before her features soften as he placed a kiss against her forehead. Dancing her fingertips along his thigh, she stilled her movements as she felt a sudden buzz in her pocket. Removing her hand altogether, she fished in her jeans pocket for her cellphone, as she saw a text message light up the screen. With a chuckle she read the saucy little message, quick to type back a response.
Nathan: Doing his best to ignore the almost musical sort of laugh that came from her lips when reading the text. Seeing her fingers fly while typing back. He kept his arm around her and was careful not to peer down at the message even as his brain screamed at him to read it. "We can always do something else if the movie is that boring." his tone a bit less nonchalant than it had been a moment ago.
Savannah: "Hmmm what...? Oh. Yeah. Not so into the movie." She replied, before she sent off her text reply. Pushing a strand of messy blonde curls from her face, she pulled away from him as she leant forward, taking a sip of her beer. Settling back into the couch, she held her phone in her hand waiting for the text back, her attention more on the phone than the sudden flash of gunfire on the tv.
Nathan: With that he reached for the remote and switched the movie off after the gunfire rang with little to no reaction from the girl beside him. Watching her eyes acutely focused on the tiny cell screen, a part of him fuming instantly at that sight. Something about the expression on her face was unsettling as if he had seen that secret sort of smile before....and he had. The image of Dawn oh so covertly texting and giggling and smiling like that ran through his memory. Sitting beside her silently, making no move to put his arm around Savannah again once she was leaning against the couch.
Savannah: It was another sip of beer later that the text came back, something that had her laughing lightly as she quickly sent out a reply. Her friend was being flirty, his texts filled with innuendo and double meanings, as she managed to roll her eyes and settle back against Nathan. With a sigh she glanced back up at the screen, noticing for the first time that it was off and Nathan no longer had his arm wrapped around her. "The movie over?" She asked innocently, her phone still tucked into her hot little hand.
Nathan: "I shut it off." he stated letting her know that the movie wasn't over, just turned off. His eyes refraining from meeting hers as he looked down at the phone in her hand, "Who ever that is seems more interesting than the movie anyhow." Doing very little to hide his disdain for the fact that Savannah seemed so taken with who ever was on the other end of the text.
Savannah: She frowned at that, her nose crinkled as she looked up at him and his inability to meet her gaze. "I guess you weren't so into it either." She said lightly before his next comment had her furrowing her brow and sticking her chin up just that smidge higher. She wasn't sure what his problem was, as he didn't exactly strike her as a needy guy, but then she still didn't know him that well. "Yeah. He is." Savannah replied, not about to make excuses for something like texting a friend while they were watching a bad movie.
Nathan: Fears confirmed, the giggle was for a guy of course. Nathan let out a small sigh and carefully chose his words, "I was enjoying the company more than the movie. So who is 'he'?" the last word coming out with a little hint of jealousy...hating this side of himself even as he could not control it.
Savannah: With her phone buzzing in her hand, she held it to her side, suddenly feeling a wave of anger at his apparent frustration. She didn't think she had been doing anything wrong, but now felt defensive as she took another swig of her beer and turned to face him. "A friend." She offered, not wanting to make a mountain out of a mole hill, when she knew his name would do just that. "We were making plans to hang out." She added, not sure why she felt the need to explain her actions.
Nathan: Half expecting her to say 'no one' when she said 'a friend' that was some how even less appealing than just telling him nothing. Girls didn't giggle like that for friends and he knew it, Nathan took his beer and took a solid swig before speaking. She wasn't doing anything wrong but still he felt as if it was less than promising that she was being so vague. Secrets never turned out to be a good thing when brought out to the light, he wondered if she meant to keep this friend a secret. "If I'm keeping you from him I could go," he offered a little mockingly.
Savannah: "Don't be such an ass." She replied, not enjoying his mocking tone or the sudden judgement she felt on her. Finishing off her beer, she glanced down at her phone to read his message. Then with a completely neutral expression she fired off another text, before giving him her attention. "Am I not allowed to talk to anyone now? Am I just to talk with you?" She added, this time a little bite to her voice.
Nathan: Feeling foolish when she called him an ass--- which he knew he was being. Watching he texting the boy back even as he let her know it was bothering him made Nathan care less that he was being rude. "It depends on what you're talking about I guess. I know you're new at it but you do realize that dating means you're just with one guy right?" Regretting the words even as they left his lips.
Savannah: "Oh, so you're the fucking expert because you've dated one person." She challenged, avoiding the talk she wasn't sure she wanted to have and instead focusing on him. She didn't like him talking to her that way, reminding her that this was all new when all she wanted to do was throw her hands up in defeat. There was a reason she had been hesitant at the beginning and it seemed like he was just going to remind her that perhaps she was right in the first place. "I can talk about whatever I want with whoever I want." She added, her jaw set as she said calmly. She knew it was a childish statement, but she didn't care. He wasn't the boss of her anyway.
Nathan: Finishing his beer and setting it down, running his hand through his hair. "I never claimed to be an expert, far fucking from it actually." he looked to her hand and sighed again. "Look I've been cheated on once and I don't plan to make it a reoccurring theme to my love life." Deciding he had nothing to lose if he was just upfront about why he was upset about the texting.
Savannah: "Maybe you should re-evaluate who you bring into your love life then." She said in a bit of a huff, knowing that it was a foolish thing to say. It was the easy way out, calling herself a cheater before she actually committed the crime. It wasn't as though she was cheating anyway... she wasn't even in the same room as him. It was just some harmless texting, but now she didn't know how she felt about the situation. This was still all new territory for her, and she wasn't sure if she liked all the damn rules. "It's nothing okay, it doesn't mean anything... we're friends and have been for a lot longer than I've known you."
Nathan: Shaking his head he stood up and it seemed like he was leaving. Veering his footsteps to the fridge and grabbing a beer...even as he was fuming he couldn't be out right rude; he grabbed one for her as well. "If it's nothing than why won't you just tell me who it is?" Nathan sat down a little further from her than before. "You know I would give you anything and I really don't think you appreciate that even after being ignored by guys when they aren't trying to get something from you."
Savannah: She watched him get up, wondering if this was him finally leaving her before he came back with two beers in his hands. And then he was sitting further away from her and she hated that she noticed, but couldn't help but feel so much farther away from him and not just physically. "Why do you care? Do you need to know every single time I text someone? Oh! My mom left me a voice mail this morning, is that okay, or should I tell her she has to check with you first before she tries to call me?" She snapped, snatching the beer from his hand before she easily twisted the top off and took a sip. "Well maybe that's not what I want then." She added, hating how he could get under her skin. "I didn't ask you to give me anything."
Nathan: Seeing that she was getting defensive did little to calm him down, it made him feel like she had to be hiding something. "Don't be ridiculous Savannah...I'm not your Master I'm not trying to control you. What is the problem with wanting to know that your plans with this guy don't include fooling around? And you never have had to ask me for anything that's not what I meant." Nathan was cringing at his own behavior but still his jealousy roared at the back of his mind. "What exactly do you want? Do you want to be here with me right now or would you rather be with who ever the hell that is?" he gestured to the phone.
Savannah: Drinking her beer, she nearly tuned him out, uncomfortable with the whole situation. She wasn't sure why she didn't want to tell him that Billy was the one texting her (aside from the fact that Billy had punched Nathan across the face the last time he was around her), but she just knew it would be a bigger issue than was already happening. If that was even possible at this point. "I'm here, aren't I?" She asked, before tossing her phone to the chair beside her. She watched as it buzzed again, signalling another text, before she turned her attention to him. "You might be new to this, but girls don't like being compared to ex's." She shot back at him, insinuating that he was treating her like she was already Dawn - ready to cheat on him.
Nathan: "Well in that case I guess I won't tell you that at least Dawn had the decency not to act all gaga over another guy while I was with her." glaring down towards the floor knowing he was stepping out of line again with his word choice. "Well aren't you going to answer him?" he asked looking to the cell phone after it buzzed. Sitting in silence for a moment looking to Savannah, "You know what text who ever you want and I'll do the same." This of course was an empty threat on his end since he had no women in his phone outside of his mother and co-workers who were his mothers age.
Savannah: "You think that was gaga?" She questioned, laughing cruelly before shaking her head in disbelief. "Sorry you feel so insecure that I can't have a laugh with a friend." She snapped, before listening to his little challenge and the tone that went with it. She half-expected him to reach for her phone, but then he didn't and she was torn between being defiant and texting Billy back or sitting beside him and letting him suffer. Either way, she merely chuckled at his threat, knowing that there wasn't too much to back it up. Not that she really cared, or at least that's what she told herself. "You know what... maybe I will text him back. Tell him that my night has just cleared up." She threatened, unsure if she actually meant it, but putting on a brave face.
Nathan: "Even if I left you should probably wash those sheets before you go hitting them with someone else." deciding he could be just as callous if not more so. The idea of her cheating on him was maddening, even as he said things out of spite he knew he would be wounded if she were to choose someone else over him. Things had happened so fast between them but outside of this fight things were just absolutely wonderful and right and Nathan was not prepared to give that up anytime soon.
Savannah: "You're such an asshole." She groaned, before taking a swig of her beer and feeling thankful that her dog was snuggled in her crate on the other side of the room. She didn't know why this had escalated so quickly, but she was damned if she was going to let him have the last word. She wasn't going to go down without a fight and if he wanted one, well then he was going to get one. All of this over a couple text messages. "Maybe we won't even make it that far. We can just fuck on the coffee table right here or maybe right where you're sitting." She pointed out, aware of how crude she sounded, but finding it difficult to care.
Nathan: Nathan fell silent drinking a sizable gulp of beer as he tried to bite back the anger that was welling up inside of him. "Is that what you want? Just fucking tell me and I'll go." his voice raising as he set his beer down with an audible thud. "have the past few weeks just meant nothing to you?" This was about so much more than a text, he wanted nothing more in this world than the girl beside him since the night they met. He was already incredibly invested in her and the idea that she could fuck another man on a whim wounded his pride and his heart.
Savannah: And there it was. The question that ripped through her chest and settled somewhere in her hammering heart. She knew her options, she could bristle past as though the time had meant nothing or she could drop her pride and admit the truth (or as much or the truth as she was willing to give). The past weeks had meant something, more than she was even willing to admit to herself, but then he was using it as some kind of threat, his voice raised and his beer abandoned as she chugged hers down. "Of course not." She admitted loudly, her body turning to his as she answered all of his questions in one swoop. "I didn't think this would be such a big fucking deal." She sighed, running her fingers through her hair as she felt the alcohol trickling through her system.
Nathan: Hearing the small amount of surrender in his voice made him feel like an asshole as she sounded pained. "It is a big deal though----its how....it's how she cheated on me. Everything was carefully planned and she flirted with him while I was in the same room, in the same bed." He came clean about why he had been so perturbed by something as innocent as texting, as if offering the explanation would make his reaction anymore reasonable.
Savannah: Savannah pursed her lips, suddenly aware of all the pieces of the damned puzzle coming together. She now understood his reaction to her and how she had probably just made things so much worse, but then her insecurities took over, as she felt herself tugging at the bottom hem of her loose shirt. "I'm not her. I'm never going to be her. The good or the bad." She said finally, her words far harsher than she intended. "I haven't... I haven't slept with anyone since our pizza night, okay?" She explained, cutting herself off before adding that she didn't even have time to hang out with her friends recently. "Texting Billy wasn't a big deal." She said before she even realized that she had said his name.
Nathan: "I don't want you to be her." he shook his head looking back at her. Part of him wanted to rest his hand on hers to stop her tugging at her shirt, feeling her nerves radiating towards him. Hearing her tell him that she hadn't slept with anyone else was a small comfort and then she said his name. "Billy---yeah I can't think of why that would be a big deal." his softened gaze returned to a full glare as he remembered how hard the mechanic could hit. "He made it pretty clear why he talks to you at the bakery and it's not because he needs a friend. You're not that dense and I know it Savannah."
Savannah: "You're just reading into things that aren't actually there!" She groaned, rolling her eyes at him as she chugged back the rest of her beer before she too slammed it down on the table. "He's been my friend for years, Nathan." Savannah hissed, not letting him belittle one of her friendships just because he caught them making out once. Sure they hadn't been so good at the platonic side of friendship, but Billy was a fun kind of guy and she wasn't about to let Nathan dictate whether or not Billy could stay in her world. "Stop being so damn needy." She spit out, nearly wanting to take it back just as it left her lips. She knew it was mean, but she couldn't help it. She wasn't used to this or him or the rules she was meant to follow after a lifetime of doing exactly what she wanted when she wanted.
Nathan: "Stop being so fucking selfish. There are two of us in this thing, two people Savannah---that means you have to at least pretend to give a rats ass about how I feel." Letting out a sigh that made his body deflate slightly. Standing up and shaking his head. "You know what, I think I should go. Give you some time to be alone and focus on what you seem to care about." he scoffed and went to the table grabbing his suit coat and slipping his shoes on not looking back at Savannah as he did so. "Text me when you get tired of talking to Billy."
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