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@nikita-cross
eittiedouglas:
Was it for work or did you get to see much of the country? St Petersburg is on my bucket list, I hope to get there one day to see the Solovetsky Monastery Collection at the National Library there.
Work but I got to see some of the country while I was there. It was winter last time I was there so you can imagine it was beautiful and covered in snow.
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“Well it should.” He sighed and mushed his pillow up into a ball as he tossed and turned trying to get into the most comfortable position. Before she could even finish the ‘t’ in his name, he reached out and pulled her in close. “Night.”
Niki woke about eight hours later in much the same position she fell asleep in save for the face it was rather clear Jett had woken up at some point during the night. His chest was bare and by the looks of it so was the rest of him. She would have laughed had she not wanted to let him sleep. Getting out of bed Niki changed into some shorts and a soft t-shirt before wandering out to make herself coffee. As the kettle boiled she filled up a glass of water and grabbed some painkillers, settling them on the bed side table for Jett when he woke up. Unable to resist she ran a hand through his hair before leaving to go finish making her coffee.
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“I think you forget I wake up in strange beds and strange rooms like 75% of my life.” He kicked one shoe off successfully, then got the other halfway off before swinging his leg and accidentally flinging it across the room. “Yeah. It’s crazy cold in your… uh.. house.” He rolled across the bed, showing zero signs of any grace. “Okay Home. Play rain sounds” He said loudly waiting for the sounds to start.
“My home doesn’t have a built in assistant.” She pulled off her jacket and crawled up onto the bed. Careful not to land on any limbs she lay herself down. Niki looked over at him wanting to just press herself up against him but not overly sure if that’s okay or not. “Goodnight, Jett.”
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“Not if I want to starfish.” he said looking at the bed. He waited, tapping his fingers on the comforter before reaching over to push one of the pillows. He took the notepad and pen and started writing. His handwriting norally was pretty bad, but with some drinks got even worse. “I don’t want to forget.” He said before putting it on the table next to him. “Aren’t you going to sleep next to me?”
“I didn’t want to over whelm you when you woke up. Strange bed, strange room, then me lying there next to you.” She shrugged. Niki wanted to stay with him but she was still a little worried about how the morning would go. “Do you want me to stay?”
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“But.. there’s no room. Your bed is in your kitchen.” He gestured to the bed he was sitting on. He looked up at her as she spoke. Before she could leave he grabbed her hand. “Wait…. I need a pen.. and a paper. Where is it?” He asked sincerely.
Niki couldn’t help but smile a little. “My bed is plenty big enough to fit you in it.” She went to leave but stopped when he grabbed her hand. “Oh uh... Yeah one moment.” She left him for just a moment before coming back and handing him a notepad and a pen. “You need anything else?”
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“I thought.. when you didn’t want my money..” He hiccuped and rubbed one of his eyes slowly. “Thought you were done with me.” He said as he sleepily blinked a few times. “I wasn’t bored with you. I thought I scared you off cuz I liked you.” He raised his eyebrows when she mentioned him butt dialing her. “What? Come on.. that never happened… did it?” He questioned trying to think of when it could have happened. When she got up, he slowly moved to his feet, steadying himself on the table. “Why is everything TINY in here?”
“It’s tiny because it’s just me and not broad shouldered americans who are over six foot.” She took his good hand and slowly lead him to her bedroom. Under normal circumstances she’d have no problem pushing him down and mounting him but he was too drunk to walk properly. He needed sleep. “I know you probably won’t remember tomorrow but I figure you need to hear it. I do like you, Jett. Far too much and for longer than I’ll ever admit.” She motioned to the bed. “You can sleep here. If you need me, I’ll be on the couch.”
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“Wait… wait wait.” He rested his face in his palms before quickly pulling his injured hand away. “No.. that’s not true.. because…. I’ve been paying you for months..” He rubbed his face, feeling his eyes get heavier. “I thought.. you didn’t want me as a client anymore that day.. like you were getting rid of me or something…”
“No. God no. I would have kept you if I could. I don’t know how I made you feel like that. One day we’re texting and calling each other and the next you cancelled everything and... it hurt. It felt awful. Not because of the money or the loss of a client. I was heart broken because I thought you’d gotten bored with me and I’d imagined the possibility you might have felt anything close to what I do. I kept leaving my weekends open even though you never called me and then there was that buttdial. Having to listen to you clearly having sex with someone else, I tried to be professional about it but I...” She shook her head looking down. Clearing her throat she got up from her seat. “You’re tired. Come on, I’ll show you where you can sleep.”
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“Yeah.” He said as he started to try to lift the bandage on his hand to look at it. “I don’t.. I mean.. it’s smart business… but.. sucks.” He said, mumbling to himself. His brows furrowed and he closed his eyes as he tried to process what she was saying. “No.. you are the pretender. Not me. You. What do you mean? Wait…. what?” He shook his head wholly confused by her. “No.. the problem is that you are pretending and I’m not.”
“But I wasn’t. I thought... Is that not the problem here?” Okay now they were both confused. “I wasn’t pretending. I haven’t been pretending for months. I actually spent time trying to figure out if all the shit you were saying to me was real but I couldn’t tell.” Maybe talking about this when they’d both had a drink wasn’t the best idea. “Look I...” She sighed. “I kept making excuses for the way I was acting, telling myself you like it when it was more natural. That night I ended up at your place just because you wanted me to be there... The night you introduced me to the most amazing grilled cheese i’ve ever had. I should have said no because of how late it was but I wanted any excuse to see you. Then in the morning when we had sex I just... forgot. It wasn’t till I was home I realised I’d just spent time with you for nothing, because I wanted to.”
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“They smell.” He commented before trying to pull his hand away. “Ahh! Stop.” He said, pulling his wrist back, quickly. He cleared his throat when she continued talking. “You.. tricked me.” He said, his speech still a little slurred. “I can’t.. do that whole.. thing.” he said gesturing aimlessly. “But hey. Here’s to the longest relationship I’ve had. Even if it was paid for.” He said with a false smile. “Can I go home now.”
“I tricked you?” She watched him, trying her hardest to figure out what he meant. She hadn’t lied to him. Ever since they got past the whole him knowing her real name thing it had been pretty open between them. It had felt real, she had wanted it to be real which is why it had hurt so much when he cut her off. “Jett, I don’t... Oh.” It clicked into place. All those times it felt all too real were because neither of them were playing pretend. “...You’re right this is my fault.” She said softly. “I should have told you when I stopped pretending.” Niki admitted. “But I wasn’t... I wasn’t sure if what felt real was real or if it was just me projecting and I didn’t want you to stop seeing me because I liked spending my weekends with you.” He probably wouldn’t remember this conversation by morning so she was prepared to handle the rejection and then pretend they never talked about it.
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
Jett stumbled through her apartment, looking around at the foreign space. He sat as she pressed his shoulders downward. He reached across the table to look through her some of her stuff. “No coffee sounds like ass.” He said as he watched her go to the bedroom. When she did, he attempted to get up, but nocked over the bench on his way. He quickly tried to pick it up, but dropped the papers as he tried to correct it. She sat next to him and he stared at her. “What’s that.” He said pointing at the wipes in her hand. “No it’s your fault.” He mumbled as his eyes continued to look over the room, clearly not fully listening to her.
“They’re antiseptic wipes. They’re just making sure the graze is clean.” She explained. After she was done cleaning it she inspected it to make sure there was no debris stuck in there. “I’m not saying whatever it was isn’t my fault Jett but we were getting along really well then... you cancelled on me without telling me why. If I’ve done something I’d like to know. At the very least so I can properly apologise.” Niki placed a large plaster over the graze then wrapped a little gauze around his hand so he wouldn’t knock it off while he was drunk.
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
Jett stared at his hand and gave out a chuckle. Had he been sober, it would sting horribly. Luckily, he didn’t even feel it. “I’m bleeding.” He said as she pulled him to his feet. “Just take the esca.. the elevator.” He said slowly as he took one stair at a time. “Weird building.” He said as the opened a door to be met with more stairs. He dragged his feet up the stairs, stopping halfway, he turned around. “Hold on.. I left my thing” He said trying to move past her, thinking he left his phone. “Wait. No. I have it.” He put his hand on his pocket. Moving he tried to go back up the stairs, landing in the living room. Immediately his face scrunched up in dislike.
“Come on I’ll clean your hand up.” She lead him over to the kitchen area and turned on the light handing over the table. “Sit.” Niki pressed down on his shoulders so he would sit himself on the bench and then turned around to rummage around for a first aid kit. Finding it she placed it on the table and filled the kettle with water. “I know it’s stupid o’clock in the morning but do you want a coffee? Always sobers me up. Not that I need it after all this...” She wandered off after clicking the kettle on and disappeared into her bedroom, coming back with her hair tied up and her shoes gone. “Lets look at that hand.” She sat down on the bench next to him and placed his hand on the table before grabbing the antiseptic wipes from the first aid kit. “Don’t suppose you’ll tell me what I’ve done that makes you not want to be around me any more.” She wondered as she carefully cleaned the graze.
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“I don’t even know what you are talking about.” He said harshly. “who the fuck is Chelsea?” He hissed as he looked around angrily. He rolled his eyes when she threatened him with the police. “You’d be the one getting arrested.” He grumbled as he made his way towards the steps. He made it up three steps before losing his balance and falling, his hand catching himself on the concrete, scraping the palm of his hand badly.
“Shit.” Niki hurried back down the steps to him. “Are you okay?” She grabbed his hand to look at, trying to be careful but she was still angry at him. “Fuck, okay. Come on.” She tucked herself under his arm and bracing herself for his weight she lifted him to his feet and helped him up the steps. “Barely managed these, wait till you see the ones in my apartment.” She mumbled. Niki helped him through the front door then to the door of her apartment. Opening up she helped him through before locking up behind them. “Just take these stairs slowly, okay?” She guided him round towards the stairs and then standing behind him, which may have been a stupid idea but fuck she was kinda drunk too, she guided him up the stairs into her kitchen and living room area.
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“So what?” He asked defiantly. Jett had never really been easy to handle when he was in a bad mood, but adding alcohol to the mix, he became stubborn just to be stubborn. “Imaginary” He scoffed as he tripped getting out of the backseat. “Why not? Scared you’ll get in trouble?” He said raising his arms. “It’s not my fault you are a professional liar.” He said before looking around. “Where the fuck is this? What is this shit hole?”
“When exactly did that become a fucking problem for you?” She yelled as she headed towards a door and unlocked it. “And I’m sure the rest of Chelsea would love that you’re calling it a shit hole.” She was close to just leaving him there on the street for being an asshole but even mad at him she couldn’t just leave him while he was vulnerable. It reminded her too much of nights she wished someone had taken her home. “Get in before someone calls the police because there’s some american cunt shouting in the middle of the street.”
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“They’d sell it to this guy” he pointed to the driver. He scrunched up his nose at the idea of visiting her home. “First off.. I can do whatever I want on the Lattice.” He said condescendingly. “Second.. off… You’re just gonna steal my wallet when we get there.” He said shaking his head. “Hey guy.” He said to the driver. “How likely are you to want to stay in the company of someone who only wants your money.”
“He’s not going to buy you beer. You’re not drinking anymore alcohol. You could barely walk out of the bar I found you in.” She snapped. “I don’t need to steal your fucking wallet Jett. What, you’re pissed at me for some imaginary slight so you’re going to throw every stereotype in the book at me?” Jett was dangerously close to talking about her job in public luckily she realised they had reached her home. “We’re not having this conversation here. Get out. Now.” Niki opened her door after giving the driver a tip for causing drama in his back seat.
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“But I’m thirsty.” He groaned and looked forward to the driver. “Take us to a liquor store and I will give you five hundred bucks.” He slurred as he casually put his arm up on the back of the seat. He looked at her confused. “I am going home…” He grumbled gesturing to the entire car. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere in london is going to sell you alcohol when you’re this drunk.” Niki countered. “You realise this is my Uber, right? It’s taking us to my home because you’re too drunk to use the Lattice.” She knew if it were anyone else she would have just left them there in that bar but damn her and her soft spot for him. “I get it, you want to be out of my company as soon as possible. This isn’t exactly fun for me either.”
Niki & Jett | September 7th
jettwilder:
“Scam artist.” He mumbled under his breath as she tried to get him in the car. He let out a loud laugh when the driver called him her husband “Yeah right. She wishes.” He slouched over, resting his head on the window. Reaching out for the beer he still thought he had, he raised his head up when he couldn’t find it. “What did you do with my drink?” He looked at Niki before nodding. “Yeah. I own the world so I can go wherever.”
“It’s back in the bar where it belongs.” Niki sighed, she’d had too much to drink to deal with this. She wanted to ask him why he cancelled their time together, why he cut her off. Usually she didn’t care so much but she had enjoyed her time with Jett a little more than she was suppose to. Being dropped by him felt like a break up. “Once you’re sober you can go home and go back to ignoring me.”
jettwilder:
Oh come on my job isn’t that stressful. I wouldn’t stress you out.
The stress would be working as your subordinate while in a relationship with you. Bossing me around is reserved for the bedroom.