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VERA WEISZ

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From:

heiroglyphs

I want to keep an eye on you tonight, make sure nothing happens while your body gets used to the Aura.

[She hopes that excuse is persuasive enough for Jen to ignore the fact that the shorter girl is practically in her lap at this point.]

From:

burndownforwhat

[ it is not an unreasonable reason. however, the excuse feels a bit flimsier in the aftermath of that exchange of power.

Jen resigns herself with a sigh. ] Alright. I guess I can get cozy on the couch.

From:

heiroglyphs

[But that's when the sheepishness seeps back in, even despite the good excuse, and Vera finds herself clutching at Jen's hand.]

No... you should stay with me. I-I... can't see you if you're on the couch.

From:

burndownforwhat

[ honestly? Jen should have expected something to that effect. or hoped for it? it's hard to say. the point was that Vera's argument was again a mixture of things that made sense and things that were obviously just a ploy. but it isn't as if Jen wanted to refuse her, and risk setting back any progress they might have made in reconciliation.

it was just going to be sleeping in the same bed together. it didn't have to mean anything special. it didn't have to lead to anything. Vera looked so tired she'd probably fall right asleep. ]

You mean you couldn't just pass out in the recliner across from me? [ she said with a smirk. but she started to shift off of the couch already, offering her hands to help guide Vera up in case she felt too unsteady or weak to do it on her own. ] If you insist, Miss Weisz, let's go. I'll try not to wake you up when I sneak out early tomorrow.

From:

heiroglyphs

I will not sleep in a chair in my own home.

[She tries to get up herself, but the sudden movement makes the room wobble for a moment, so she gives up on that pretty quickly. Taking Jen's hands, she closes her eyes and rises to her feet. Oof, why is this so hard? Who knew manipulating the human soul would take so much out of you.]

And don't "Miss Weisz" me. I won't let you think that our relationship is so formal. [She casts a serious glance up at the blonde before tugging her arm to lead her towards the bedroom.]

From:

burndownforwhat

[ it's tough, but Jen's got her. she won't let her crash before it's actually the right place for it. ]

How "informal" do you want me to be? [ oh, she probably shouldn't have questioned that right now but. it was something that was burning in the back of her mind for quite some time now. ]

From:

heiroglyphs

[They make it as far as the doorway before that question stops her in her tracks. Just what is Jen asking her right now?]

I... don't have an answer for that. [She takes one hand off of Jen's arm to brace herself against the frame of the door.]

From:

burndownforwhat

That's fair. [ at least Jen doesn't try to do something stupid like tease Vera about not having the answer to something for once in her life. ]

For the record: me neither. But it would help to know if you want me to keep to myself tonight or not. [ a beat. ] And if I have to sleep in day-old clothes or not.

From:

heiroglyphs

...Are you asking permission to be naked in my bed?

From:

burndownforwhat

[ she rolled her eyes, but smiled. that was so like Vera. ] That is... the least attractive way you could have rephrased it. But. Basically.

[ look she's not sleeping with an underwire on and in tight jeans at the very least. ]

From:

heiroglyphs

[You could have put on yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt like Vera did. You chose this.]

I... [She exhales, now leaning fully against the door frame, causing the door to Vera's bedroom to swing open. She doesn't know what to do in this situation. Is there such a thing as a right answer here?]

You can... do as you like. [Because is she really going to turn down this gorgeous blonde asking if she can take her clothes off? There's not enough rational brainspace active at this time of night to deny an opportunity like that. She squeezes her hand, starting to lead her into the room and towards her all-white king-size bed, when she stops and turns towards her again.] But no sex.

From:

burndownforwhat

[ Jen put up her hand. ]

I wasn't even thinking about that, so no worries.

[ okay, she was, but at the same time Jen is very glad Vera set the boundary so that she didn't have to ask that follow-up. after all their kiss was... nice. very nice. and there were some old memories stirring about inside her head that barely felt real, but with Vera putting her foot down Jen could stop focusing on how familiar the bed looked. ]

Now, if you'll excuse me... [ Jen gently pulls her hand from the shorter woman's grip and sits down on the edge of the bed so she can start to take off her boots, socks, and so forth. she'll stand up when it's time to shimmy out of her jeans. ]

From:

heiroglyphs

[In truth, that boundary has just as much to do with her current physical state as it does her devotion to her fiancé. There's a decent chance her body would collapse midway through the deed. Still, it at least gives her some excuse to maintain the moral high ground in this situation.

Not that she won't sneak a peek as Jen stands up to pull off her jeans.]

From:

burndownforwhat

[ honestly, who wouldn't? enjoy the view of that black thong, Vera, because she'll be hiding it under the covers before too long.

the Ellis Motorworks jacket is next on the pile, and it's then easy enough to slip out of her loose tank top and taking off the bra. for that, at least, her hair hides most of everything since it's just so much more massive now. ]

From:

heiroglyphs

[The hair is getting a tad on the ridiculous side, but some people just love volume. She's just fine with her long, silky smooth locks.

While Jen disrobes, Vera takes the opportunity to cast off her yoga pants, revealing the white boy shorts underneath, but decides to leave the t-shirt on. She's already not wearing a bra anyway. Besides, it's a cute look.]

The thong is a nice touch. You didn't come here expecting this, did you?

From:

burndownforwhat

[ Jen snorts as she bends down to organize her pile of clothes somewhat. also to shut off her phone since she doubted her back-up 5 AM alarm would be appreciated come morning.

she looks over her shoulder with a smirk. ]

That's it. You saw through my cunning seduction disguised as existential panic.

[ and now she'll just work at removing her arm, with a grunt and wince as always. ]

From:

heiroglyphs

[After all of this, Vera definitely intends on sleeping in. It won't be that hard to reschedule a meeting or two... probably.

Taking the two decorative pillows off the bed and leaning them against the wall, she moves to open the heavy down quilt and the soft sheets beneath. Wiggling in, she leaves the left side of the bed open for Jen to slide in, mostly because she wants the side of her that has the arm, but feels like that would be too weird to actually say out loud.]

Nothing is sexier than panic. [She says with a laugh.]

From:

burndownforwhat

[ wow, no one in her past has ever told Jen - subtly or otherwise - to keep her "damaged goods" away from them in bed. it's actually. been a while since she's thought of that and there's a frown that crosses her face as she sees what Vera had going on. intentionally or otherwise.

it's too late to start in on her baggage, though. so she just... casually pads over toward the right side of the bed and gestures with her hand. she. tries to keep the good humor up, but it's taking a bit. ] ...move over, little spoon.

Please.

From:

heiroglyphs

[There's nothing damaged about Jen, at least in Vera's eyes. She just recognizes that wanting to be held is more conducive to being on the side of the body that the arm is on.

That small joke though, is uncalled for.]

And what if I wanted to be the big spoon? [She doesn't, but Jen doesn't know that!]

From:

burndownforwhat

[ Jen is getting the impression, now, that Vera hadn't meant anything bad by it. but maybe she still didn't want her friend to get her way.

whatever the reason, Jen's quite used to playing "gay chicken" in this way by now. she crawls onto the bed halfway, letting her hair hide the most of her from Vera's view. ] You can let me have this side, or I'm going to lay on top of you. And I promise you, I'm heavier than I look.

[ muscle mass and all, that is. ]

From:

heiroglyphs

You come into a woman's bed and make threats?

[She leans forward, smirking up at the taller girl to make it clear that she wasn't budging.]

From:

burndownforwhat

[ she'll just get right up in Vera's face. which probably puts her right over her legs, too. ] I was invited. Aren't you supposed to be hospitable toward your guests?

From:

heiroglyphs

[Vera's smirk softens when the taller girl towers over her, their faces so close to one another.]

I've spent all night being hospitable... I want to be selfish now.

From:

burndownforwhat

[ their faces are indeed so close, and well, Jen knows what happened the last time...

so that's why she's angling herself a bit more to the side now, mouth closer to Vera's ear. ] I warned you~. [ and then she immediately just. let all her weight forward, as if her legs and arm gave out. she's going to end up plopped right on top of Vera with her face in the pillow unless the shorter girl somehow deflects her. ]