theresalwayshope | [RP] OPEN POST

Kira had no idea how she managed to persuade her parents to take that long vacation without her, but she won't look a gift horse in the mouth. The Yukimuras are taking a two week vacation to visit Japan and Korea, and have left their daughter behind to mind the fort. Of course, she's never given them a reason to think she would be less than responsible about taking care of the house.

And Kira reall does plan to take care of the house. No loud parties, no property damage, no nefarious plots.

Well. One nefarious plot.

The early part of Christmas Eve is of course reserved for family, which is why she extended an invitation to Alan for a late get-together at her place. Exchanging gifts, late night movies, sipping cocoa, and, Kira has finally admitted to herself with a shiver of anticipation, the possibility of something a bit more exciting now that she's realized how she feels about him.

It's either going to be beautiful, or a disaster. Or possibly a beautiful disaster.

As it gets toward the time she's expecting him, she finds herself eyeing the clock, and idly wondering if the condoms she bought and hid in unexpected places around the living room, her bedroom, and the kitchen were a bit over the top as far as planning.

It was kind of suspect: him, Kira, alone at her place, hanging out on Christmas Eve. No big deal, nothing weird, just swap presents, eat junk food, and watch movies.

He was reading too much into it. Just because he was kind of hung up on her didn't mean she was hung up on him. She was into Scott, of course she was into Scott. They were just a couple of freak insomniacs who ate like stoners and were super geeks over weapons. Yes, she was an adorable little bundle of fox nerdery, and yes, he was occasionally guilty of staring at her ass.

It was a cute ass. Little and perky and just...

He was crazy for being suspicious. This was not a Night At Her Place. It was just...a night at her place. Friendly. Not...friendly.

And he was expecting nothing by showing up at her front door the forest green v-neck shirt Lydia made him buy 'cause she claimed it brought out his eyes, or the leather jacket Lydia claimed made his shoulders look hot. Which, of course, he doubted because shoulders were not a thing that was hot.

He was expecting nothing as he rang the bell and waited for Kira to answer.

And if he was raking a hand back through his hair when she opened the door, it had nothing to do with attempting to examine his reflection in the polished brass knocker on her front door.

She opens the door with the biggest smile at the sight of him, unable to keep herself from the thought goddamn his shoulders look really hot in that jacket and she has to blink a few times to keep that impression off her face. But the fact that he's raking his hair back makes her giggle.

"Were you checking yourself out in the door knocker...again?"

She doesn't give him time to reply. She tilts forward, grabbing his hand and tugging him into the house. He'd best shut the door behind them, though since she's leading him, he'll have a prime position for eying any part of her from behind that he wants.

Alan blinked, then snorted, allowing himself to be pulled into the house. "No. I wasn't...shut up!"

The last came with a smile and a huff as he kicked the door shut behind him...and yeah, he might have stared just a little.

Or a lot.

"Anyway, you're one to talk." he pointed out with a smirk, tugging back on her hand to make her stop moving forward, allowing him to advance and lean over to talk quietly in her ear. "That's a new pair of jeans, right?"

Moving around her, he turned to walk backwards, miming shooting her with a gun while mouthing the word busted.

She can't help a little bit of a shiver when he talks in her ear, even if his lips don't even so much as touch it. But as he's walking backwards and grinning at her like the goddamn cat that ate the canary, she's determined to get her revenge.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Do you like 'em?"

She does a little turn, throwing in a little hip roll as she rotates around for him to check it out. Not that she watched J-Law in Silver Linings playbook on endless repeat and practice in the mirror a million times. No. She definitely didn't do that.

She attempts to walk past him, and it's her turn to be the Cheshire Cat. Or in her case, Cheshire Fox. "So. You can lay your butt on the couch and pick the first movie, or you can come help me in the kitchen."

Clark stepped pushed his glasses higher up his nose as he gazed around at the college campus. It was so much different from Smallville, although that had been the entire point of coming out here. He needed a break, a fresh start and a change of perspective. It had certainly provided that, just all the greenery everywhere was a change from Kansas. As much as Clark missed Home he thought that all of this was absolutely beautiful.

Smiling to himself he turned to head back to his dorm from class and immediately bumped into someone. While Clark barely felt it he knew that for the girl it probably felt almost like running into a slightly padded brick wall.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, reaching out a hand to steady her if she needed it. The girl was pretty, really pretty, and he could feel his face flush in further embarrassment. “I was just admiring the scenery. Of- of the campus. I’m from Kansas and we don’t usually have this much greenery.”

Allison was busy texting Stiles with a grin, trying to prod him into taking the weekend to visit his damn girlfriend when she veered to avoid walking into someone without looking up from her phone. Hunter's instincts could come in handy...

...unless someone else turned up with no warning, and she ended up bonking into a wall of solid--solid--flesh. One attached to a pretty cute face when she did look up.

"No, it's totally okay." she chuckled, gesturing with her phone before pocketing it. "Dealing with friends from home--they're dating, and idiots. Which is a feat, considering one of them has a genius level IQ."

Satisfied she wouldn't fall, her own hand reflexively going to his arm (wow, a really nice arm, too), she let go hastily and offered him a handshake instead--her own cheeks possibly a touch pinker for his badly covered compliment.

"That's life in California, I guess." she chuckled. "Still getting used to it myself--Berkeley's kind of a big change from my hometown...I'm Allison, by the way."

Her hand felt soft on his arm although her grip was firm. It might have been weird but he really liked the contact. Clark was a tactile kind of guy and that could get hard when you were away from everyone that you knew.

"Clark Kent. It's nice to meet you, Allison," he said, flashing her a shy smile as he shook her hand. People back home had warned him that Californians weren't as friendly as people in Kansas but Clark found most of them perfectly friendly, just like Allison. Of course, not many of them were as cute as Allison was. "And it does take an adjustment. And I know it's cliche but... you can't beat the weather."

"I know, right?" she replied with a laugh, withdrawing her hand after he shook it. God, that smile was just her brand of mess-you-up adorable...it reminded her of Scott, and her break up with Isaac was distant enough that it didn't bother her to think of him when she saw it.

"I mean, I'm kinda used to it," she went on with a shrug, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans just to have something to do, "but I'm from Norcal originally. I'm from Beacon Hills, it's like an hour outside of Sacramento? But Berkeley is at least close enough to the beach for a weekend trip, so you can get some sun if you need it."

Chuckling, she gestured to her porcelain complexion, which had never fully recovered from her time spent convalescing after the incident at Oak Creek that had nearly cost her her life.

"Which I desperately, desperately need, as you can see."

Her laugh was just too lovely, the kind of laugh you just wanted to hear over and over again. Clark wasn't generally considered a funny guy but Allison's laugh made him with that he was. For someone who could hear things all over the world at any given time all he wanted to hear right then was her laugh again.

"I get it. I don't really tan either. I guess that's a good thing though, I don't think people here would be as understanding of a farmer's tan as they would back home."

Not that he thought they would really mind too much but in Kansas a farmer's tan was pretty normal because people there were, well, they were farmers. Clark was actually the odd one for not having one but it was pretty much impossible for him to tan. Allison's skin looked perfectly fine to him though.

The crack about a farmer's tan rewarded him with just that: another merry little giggle out of Allison as she tilted her head far to the right and squinted at him in mock assessment.

"Oh, I don't know...you've got that wholesome, corn-fed, All American look to you." she mused playfully. "I bet you could make a farmer's tan look pretty damn good--if you had one, I mean." She pulled one hand out of her pocket to bop his upper arm good naturedly with her fist. "Kudos to you for making me feel like less of a lone pasty white person. Irish complexions represent, am I right?"

...did she just say that? Christ, she spent too much time hanging around people like Stiles. She was starting to talk--and flirt--like him.

Clark might not have a farmer's tan, or much of any kind of tan, but that just meant it was all that much more apparent when he blushed, which was definitely the affect Allison's compliment was having on him. If he kept this up she was going to think that "red cheeked" was his natural complexion.

"I didn't eat that much corn but I definitely helped grow a lot of it," he said with a smile. "If you're free sometime we should work on getting a tan? Maybe at the beach or going hiking?"

Option 1: 1 + 2

Option 2: 1 + 2

Option 3: 1 + 2

Or go super wild and combo any number of them tbh

Edited 2018-02-27 18:53 (UTC)

[RP] OPEN POST

hold on; there's gonna be porn

PORN IN 5, 4, 3, 2...

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New In Town/Maybe NSFW, isn’t there always a chance for NSFW?

Dude, if you're lucky, there's ALWAYS a chance for NSFW. :P

I just tagged this, and call me crazy, but there'll be nsfw stuff maybe

Know something? I think I have to agree with you.

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