#crossroadcaesar

[awfulheart]

☠ What keeps you happy?

the hella sweet munday meme

I like to have police procedurals playing as background noise.  Crossing Jordan is my current jam.

[psychoanalyticmystic]

“My parents asked about you.” (Maybe he went home for a visit for the first time since their divorce or something?)

Belle doesn't want the reminder that her in-in-laws, who've always treated her with nothing but kindness and welcome, probably hate her a little now. Their son is a divorcee because of her, a teacher in California because of her. She's avoided the harsh realities of it all since the papers were signed, hoping that years would pass and she'd be able to avoid any sort of confrontation. She rubs the spot where her wedding band used to be."Yeah. Your mom called a few weeks ago, but I never got back to her. It's just been...busy, with everything."

[psychoanalyticmystic]

ℒ Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately. (teacher!verse)

meme!"Can't even do a simple algebraic-"Belle's surprised laugh is cut off by her husband's familiar mouth against hers. Papers drop to the floor, forgotten almost immediately as she plays catch up and kisses back. There's no other word for it; she melts against him. If not for him and the wall pressed to her back turning her into a redheaded sandwich she's sure she'd be a puddle on the floor. It's practically instant, zero to sixty in the time it takes for his tongue to run across her lower lip. No matter what else goes on between them he knows how she ticks, what to do to make her knees weak and her heart pound. Once upon a time random kisses like this werent uncommon at all, but now it comes as a surprise. Is that her voice, whimpering like that?She presses on his shoulders, separates them just enough that she can get a breath in but curls her fingers into his nice shirt so he won't get away entirely. The breath of air does nothing to clear the sudden urgency in her, it doesnt help gather her scattered thoughts, but she can smell his body wash and even that makes her ache for him. Searching his face, she doesn't even try to hide her delight. The love, the butterflies, the hope is all reflected on her face as it tilts up to him. "What brought this on?"

[psychoanalyticmystic]

✩ Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair. (college!verse)

meme!They've compromised on the movie, something about a heist for study night. Books open in front of her on the floor, Belle leans against Mal's knees while he toys with her hair. She expects the usual questions after a while - is she a natural redhead? Why does she let it get so long? - but he only asks for a brush. There's a lot, she knows. Almost down to her waist in thick waves, her hair is mostly red with bits of blonde and brown tucked into the strands and usually a tangled mess if she doesn't keep up with it. She can't remember the last time someone else brushed her hair for her, probably when she was a child. Did her mother ever do it? She doesn't think so, there's no memories attached to the vague notion."You're going to put me to sleep," she says, turning her head to look up at Mal with a content smile. "Don't stop, just letting you know in case I pass out over the homework. What's the current federal income tax rate? I missed that one while they were doing the car chase."

[fiinalgiirl]

9. Favourite historical film?

I honestly don’t have one? I’m not so big into historical films. I liked Lincoln okay, but even that really didn’t portray him in a historically accurate light tbh. But it was a good watch.

[psychoanalyticmystic]

'I want the K'

Gentle peck

The water running in the sink is the only sound and it seems to echo, bouncing off the little bathroom and into the rest of the tiny apartment. She's left the door open for his sake and now wishes she'd put some music on. Or that he'd talk. She must be going crazy if she's wishing for that, for Leroy Brockway to try and hold a conversation with her right now."It's looking better. Hold still," she murmurs as she wrings out the excess water on the washcloth, tinted pink with his blood. Belle presses it against the nasty split in his lower lip again, surprised when he doesn't jump more than he does, since it probably hurts as bad as it looks. The half-empty bottle of whiskey likely doesn't hurt any.Tilting his head by the chin to examine his black eye, she presses the ice pack against it again and shakes her head. "You bruise like a peach. How do you manage to get into so many fights when I could probably knock you out? And that's not a compliment, I can't throw a punch to save my life." Sighing, Belle takes the bottle from him and takes a swig, grimacing and shaking her head again in immediate regret but settling down on his lap facing him. The act of taking care of someone else is as foreign to her as his ridiculous dialect; she's had no practice and no good example since it's not as though her mother ever sat by her sick bed and she certainly never came home bleeding after a bar fight. Her touch is gentle as she brushes the pad of her thumb over his swollen lip, even gentler when she leans in to kiss it on a whim. "There," she whispers. "All better?"

[psychoanalyticmystic]

'I want the K'

Kiss along the hips

"Hold still." Her laugh trails across his skin as she lays kisses in a line from his bellybutton to his hip, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. He's smiling back at her, clearly struggling with her no-touching policy. While her lips brush over the line of his hips her pen moves smoothly in lines and circles on the other side of him. She only pauses when she looks up at him, otherwise concentrating on the doodle that spirals out from his hips in ever more intricate layers.Belle is careful not to smudge her work, giving him a last lingering kiss before sitting up onto her knees again and leaning over the design. Her hair cascades down her shoulders, still tangled from where he'd had his hands in it less than an hour ago, her skin not quite as tanned against his but getting there. She spends more time out in the sun with him since they met. The mandala isn't as flowery as she was originally planning but it's not all hard lines either. A little of both, the hard and the soft, just like him. "See now you just need to trust me with a tattoo gun. I know a guy," she teases with a wink, finishing off the last layer and sitting back to admire her work.

[psychoanalyticmystic]

Five Times Kissed

i. There's something inherently romantic about sharing a kiss in the rain, and Julie isn't going to pass up the opportunity. Surprised by the sudden downpour - Southern California doesnt get much rain anyway - she catches Lee's hand on the way back into the school. Making sure that his students get safely inside first, she tugs him close with a laugh and presses her lips to his. It's not quite as romantic as it is just wet and cold but she likes the look of surprise she leaves on his face as she pulls back and dashes for cover.ii. She's not sure when getting drunk at the local country bar turned into sharing a cab for the ride home, but she's curled up comfortably in the back seat between Lee and Cain, with Padi on the other side of him. The four of them are certainly breaking traffic laws but the cabbie says something about not having one of them puke in his front seat. It's cozy, in any case, and when they go over a pothole Julie stumbles squarely onto Lee's lap, her lips crashed accidentally against his. She breaks the connection almost instantly, not sparing a glance for the other two who are not-so-accidentally locking lips beside them. "Thanks," she breathes, then spends the rest of the ride silently wondering what it was she was meaning to thank him for.iii. The woman breathes a sigh of relief when she sees Lee come through the door, then prays he doesn't get distracted by the blonde d-cup at the other end of the bar. "See? Here he is now. Hi, honey, you finally made it." Her hand catches Lee's in a death grip and she pulls him closer with a tight smile for the man who's been bothering her relentlessly since she sat down. When he still looks skeptically between them she takes her pretend boyfriend's face in her hands and kisses him soundly. It's good that her would-be-date finally leaves her alone so that he doesn't see the surprise on her face, shock at how the kiss actually succeeds at lighting some sort of fire in her. Lee doesn't seem to notice either, so she orders him a drink for coming to save her and doesn't mention the heat still lingering.iv. "Shush." She purses her lips to keep from laughing at his rolling commentary and disturbing the performance. He's right that the high school kids are outright butchering Shakespeare, but she shushes him again and considers it good that they're all the way at the back of the auditorium. To stifle another laugh and to get him to stop talking she presses her mouth solidly to his. Some freshman stumbles through a soliloquy but she stays put, only pulling back when she catches another play-goer shooting them nasty looks. With an apologetic shrug, she tucks her hand into her friend's and laces their fingers.v. "I don't want to wind up like them," she says, her heart breaking as she finally admits the words out loud. "They're only too stubborn to hate each other, but maybe that would be better than holding on and staying miserable. Anything has to be better than what they're putting themselves through." With a shaky breath she tucks away the tears that threaten to spill out, presses her forehead against Lee's and closes her eyes. Even her optimism can't compete against the train wreck that is her sister's and his cousin's marriage, not tonight. "I don't want to talk about it anymore," she says just before she meets him with a kiss that's not friendly enough for just friends, too passionate for something as casual as it needs to be. She sinks into all the do's and don'ts and shouldn'ts. And lets it swallow her up.