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She knew better than to let him get to her.
She knew better. She had left him because she was tired of him getting to her. He reminded her too much of her father and she should have known that for the moment he met him, but it just didn’t register. It never registered. She just got herself in over her head and she didn’t realize it until it was too late. She did that with every relationship she had. She got in over her head and then it ended in her getting hurt, but she couldn’t seem to learn how to do better.
“She didn’t have the stomach to marry me.”
Sometimes the asshole managed to sound like her father too.
But instead of telling him off, or getting pissed off at him directly, she just let it stew for the rest of the day at work, and when the day was over, she hopped on a train to Jersey and made her way to Aaron’s front door. He wasn’t expecting her and she silently hoped that she wasn’t walking in on something she didn’t want to see, but she needed to see him. She needed to feel wanted for a little while. Which was why she knocked on the door and waited quietly for him to open it.
She knew better. She had left him because she was tired of him getting to her. He reminded her too much of her father and she should have known that for the moment he met him, but it just didn’t register. It never registered. She just got herself in over her head and she didn’t realize it until it was too late. She did that with every relationship she had. She got in over her head and then it ended in her getting hurt, but she couldn’t seem to learn how to do better.
“She didn’t have the stomach to marry me.”
Sometimes the asshole managed to sound like her father too.
But instead of telling him off, or getting pissed off at him directly, she just let it stew for the rest of the day at work, and when the day was over, she hopped on a train to Jersey and made her way to Aaron’s front door. He wasn’t expecting her and she silently hoped that she wasn’t walking in on something she didn’t want to see, but she needed to see him. She needed to feel wanted for a little while. Which was why she knocked on the door and waited quietly for him to open it.
[Set in Canon. Cleaned up AIM log with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aplayfulpup. Set before THIS.]
( In which Felicity says something she probably shouldn't have. )
aplayfulpup. Set before THIS.]( In which Felicity says something she probably shouldn't have. )
[7SP] Tease
Feb. 10th, 2010 04:21 pm[Set in Canon. Aaron is aplayfulpup and used with permission from his mun, who made a request for an Aaron/Felicity kiss.]
The sky tended to go white when there was a blizzard.
She knew that there was a perfectly logical reason for that—mainly, that it was snowing—but she always found it such a weird contradiction. Other than that, the only reason she had for looking out the window was figuring whether or not she’d make it out of Aaron’s building and to the train station without getting lost in the snow, never mind whether or not the trains were running. She knew it was early, and things could still go either way, but for now she knew she was at least stuck in Jersey. Which meant she was not making it into work.
She really didn’t have a problem with that.
Shivering at the cold feel of Aaron’s floor under her feet, she tiptoed her way back over to the bed and slipping under the covers next to him. She had donned one of his shirts when she went to make the phone calls, but she left it on once she was back in bed, cuddling in closer to him as she pulled the blankets up around them again. He was still out cold, and she didn’t plan on waking him—or more to the point—letting him wake up at all. In another minute, she was gently straddling his waist, before reaching across him to switch off his alarm clock. She’d heard the message on his machine that said he didn’t have to work, anyway. No harm in letting him sleep before he found out.
( *** )
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aplayfulpup and used with permission from his mun, who made a request for an Aaron/Felicity kiss.]The sky tended to go white when there was a blizzard.
She knew that there was a perfectly logical reason for that—mainly, that it was snowing—but she always found it such a weird contradiction. Other than that, the only reason she had for looking out the window was figuring whether or not she’d make it out of Aaron’s building and to the train station without getting lost in the snow, never mind whether or not the trains were running. She knew it was early, and things could still go either way, but for now she knew she was at least stuck in Jersey. Which meant she was not making it into work.
She really didn’t have a problem with that.
Shivering at the cold feel of Aaron’s floor under her feet, she tiptoed her way back over to the bed and slipping under the covers next to him. She had donned one of his shirts when she went to make the phone calls, but she left it on once she was back in bed, cuddling in closer to him as she pulled the blankets up around them again. He was still out cold, and she didn’t plan on waking him—or more to the point—letting him wake up at all. In another minute, she was gently straddling his waist, before reaching across him to switch off his alarm clock. She’d heard the message on his machine that said he didn’t have to work, anyway. No harm in letting him sleep before he found out.
( *** )
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[Set after THIS and THIS.]
She knew better than most that she shouldn't be here.
She wasn't even supposed to be in the state. She was supposed to have been home in the beginning of the week, but the firm made her stay over for a few days and now she was going to the hospital in the middle of the night because Aaron had given himself alcohol poisoning. She didn't know why she was going, to be honest. She had said she was done with him, and that she never wanted to see him again, but she couldn't help herself.
She loved him. She'd always loved him. She couldn't stop loving him, even if she wanted to, because he had given her her son, and she would always care for him for that. Always hope that one day he'll want to actually meet him, see this incredible thing he'd helped create, but there wasn't much she could do there. All she could do was wait, and she knew that she said she was tired of waiting but she had to see him here. Because she couldn't bear to lose that hope.
She leaned in the doorway of his hospital room, waiting there silently while Jake worked on the paper work. When the nurse started hassling her, she moved inside, going to sit in one of the chairs next to the bed, and just watching him carefully for a moment, before leaning forward and burying her face in her hands.
"Damnit, Aaron. Why do you do stuff like this?"
She knew better than most that she shouldn't be here.
She wasn't even supposed to be in the state. She was supposed to have been home in the beginning of the week, but the firm made her stay over for a few days and now she was going to the hospital in the middle of the night because Aaron had given himself alcohol poisoning. She didn't know why she was going, to be honest. She had said she was done with him, and that she never wanted to see him again, but she couldn't help herself.
She loved him. She'd always loved him. She couldn't stop loving him, even if she wanted to, because he had given her her son, and she would always care for him for that. Always hope that one day he'll want to actually meet him, see this incredible thing he'd helped create, but there wasn't much she could do there. All she could do was wait, and she knew that she said she was tired of waiting but she had to see him here. Because she couldn't bear to lose that hope.
She leaned in the doorway of his hospital room, waiting there silently while Jake worked on the paper work. When the nurse started hassling her, she moved inside, going to sit in one of the chairs next to the bed, and just watching him carefully for a moment, before leaning forward and burying her face in her hands.
"Damnit, Aaron. Why do you do stuff like this?"
[Set in pretendy!world. Cowritten with aplayfulpup. Grace is heirtothe_chief and Jake is str8on_tilmorn.]
"Don't take forever, alright?" Grace sighed as she headed towards the frozen foods section, her daughter in the cart in front of her. Felicity shook her head and made her way towards the produce section. She'd had a long week and now that she was getting the chance to spend some quality time with her sister and her family. Michael was back home, with Becca -- the majority of Felicity's trip was for business, and Michael school and such to deal with. She wasn't going to uproot him for the week and have him miss school just because. She promised to bring Michael around to see her mother and the rest of her family as soon as he got a break from school, and she intended to keep up with that promise. She also missed her son terribly, but that wasn't anything new.
She paused in front of the apples, reaching forward to get a feel for some of them before starting to collect the things that Grace had asked her to. She only had a few minutes before Grace was going to come look for her, and she didn't want to push it. Grace didn't need something else to rag on her for, that was for sure.
Aaron was walking across the back aisle of the store. His basket was full of frozen meals, pizzas, and Chef Boyardee. And he was carrying a case of beer. He never actually bought anything from the produce section, but he always walked through it..just in case something struck him. And because the chick that worked there was hot, and currently bent over by the bananas. He stopped a moment to tilt his head and watch, his finger brushing his lip.
( *** )
aplayfulpup. Grace is heirtothe_chief and Jake is str8on_tilmorn.]"Don't take forever, alright?" Grace sighed as she headed towards the frozen foods section, her daughter in the cart in front of her. Felicity shook her head and made her way towards the produce section. She'd had a long week and now that she was getting the chance to spend some quality time with her sister and her family. Michael was back home, with Becca -- the majority of Felicity's trip was for business, and Michael school and such to deal with. She wasn't going to uproot him for the week and have him miss school just because. She promised to bring Michael around to see her mother and the rest of her family as soon as he got a break from school, and she intended to keep up with that promise. She also missed her son terribly, but that wasn't anything new.
She paused in front of the apples, reaching forward to get a feel for some of them before starting to collect the things that Grace had asked her to. She only had a few minutes before Grace was going to come look for her, and she didn't want to push it. Grace didn't need something else to rag on her for, that was for sure.
Aaron was walking across the back aisle of the store. His basket was full of frozen meals, pizzas, and Chef Boyardee. And he was carrying a case of beer. He never actually bought anything from the produce section, but he always walked through it..just in case something struck him. And because the chick that worked there was hot, and currently bent over by the bananas. He stopped a moment to tilt his head and watch, his finger brushing his lip.
( *** )
[So not binding it’s ridiculous. I just—had to get it out of my head.]
She wasn’t miserable.
When most people considered her position, they thought she should be. Single mother who’s son’s father bailed on her wasn’t exactly a recipe for happily ever after, but it wasn’t horrible. Not if you considered all the circumstances. This kind of life wasn’t something he could handle, and she was okay with that. Because she loved him, she knew him, and she saw it coming.
She told him after the wedding. She didn’t want anything at all to make Jake and Grace’s day awkward and that took a lot of the pressure off. It was hard, though, because she desperately wanted to tell him. She never had wanted something as much as she wanted the little person growing inside her, and she wanted to share it with him because they had done this. Together. Every time he touched her, every time he kissed her, every time his hand absently grazed her stomach where that little life was growing she wanted to just blurt it out. Let him know what he was touching. Let him know what was there. But she didn’t.
( *** )
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She wasn’t miserable.
When most people considered her position, they thought she should be. Single mother who’s son’s father bailed on her wasn’t exactly a recipe for happily ever after, but it wasn’t horrible. Not if you considered all the circumstances. This kind of life wasn’t something he could handle, and she was okay with that. Because she loved him, she knew him, and she saw it coming.
She told him after the wedding. She didn’t want anything at all to make Jake and Grace’s day awkward and that took a lot of the pressure off. It was hard, though, because she desperately wanted to tell him. She never had wanted something as much as she wanted the little person growing inside her, and she wanted to share it with him because they had done this. Together. Every time he touched her, every time he kissed her, every time his hand absently grazed her stomach where that little life was growing she wanted to just blurt it out. Let him know what he was touching. Let him know what was there. But she didn’t.
( *** )
816 words
[Cowritten with aplayfulpup. Becca = waterdoesntwork. Set after Aaron stuff that hasn’t been posted yet, but I will link back when his mun has the internet again.]
Aaron had tried to go see Jake, but he wasn't home. He wasn't answering his phone either. Aaron had a slight recollection of Jake saying he'd be somewhere, but Aaron couldn't remember where. So instead he hopped on his bike and just drove.
He was out of it from seeing his blast from the past, and he needed some air. He wasn't all that surprised when he ended up pulling to a stop by Felicity's apartment up in the city. He found a good spot to park the bike in and headed up. He knocked on her door, hoping Becca wouldn't be around. But, he soon learned that no one was.
He looked at his cell phone. It wasn't too late, and he didn't think Felicity was in Jersey. He tried giving her a call, but found her phone went straight to voicemail. He didn't leave a message because he didn't know what to say. Instead he just sat down by her door and leaned his head back, waiting.
It was well after dark by the time that Becca and Felicity got back to their place. She was a little drunk, and she had wanted to go back to New Brunswick with Jake and Grace in order to see Aaron, but somehow Becca had managed to convince her that getting a decent night's sleep was a better idea. How, she wasn't sure, but she was relatively certain that it had something to do with what today was and how she shouldn't be looking to be a sex toy on the anniversary of her brother's death. She was just looking for a little fun -- at least, she thought she was and a shrink would probably tell her otherwise, but for the time being, that was her story and she was sticking to it.
She was still a little drunk though.
She was leaning into Becca's shoulder as they got off the elevator, and when she spotted Aaron sitting by their front door, she grinned, and pushed off her best friend to make her way towards him. She knew she looked ridiculous -- the dress was all the wrong color and too many ruffles to be fashionable on anyone, but she didn't really care, and she figured he'd be taking it off her anyway.
"Hey, you. What're you doing here?"
( *** )
aplayfulpup. Becca = waterdoesntwork. Set after Aaron stuff that hasn’t been posted yet, but I will link back when his mun has the internet again.]Aaron had tried to go see Jake, but he wasn't home. He wasn't answering his phone either. Aaron had a slight recollection of Jake saying he'd be somewhere, but Aaron couldn't remember where. So instead he hopped on his bike and just drove.
He was out of it from seeing his blast from the past, and he needed some air. He wasn't all that surprised when he ended up pulling to a stop by Felicity's apartment up in the city. He found a good spot to park the bike in and headed up. He knocked on her door, hoping Becca wouldn't be around. But, he soon learned that no one was.
He looked at his cell phone. It wasn't too late, and he didn't think Felicity was in Jersey. He tried giving her a call, but found her phone went straight to voicemail. He didn't leave a message because he didn't know what to say. Instead he just sat down by her door and leaned his head back, waiting.
It was well after dark by the time that Becca and Felicity got back to their place. She was a little drunk, and she had wanted to go back to New Brunswick with Jake and Grace in order to see Aaron, but somehow Becca had managed to convince her that getting a decent night's sleep was a better idea. How, she wasn't sure, but she was relatively certain that it had something to do with what today was and how she shouldn't be looking to be a sex toy on the anniversary of her brother's death. She was just looking for a little fun -- at least, she thought she was and a shrink would probably tell her otherwise, but for the time being, that was her story and she was sticking to it.
She was still a little drunk though.
She was leaning into Becca's shoulder as they got off the elevator, and when she spotted Aaron sitting by their front door, she grinned, and pushed off her best friend to make her way towards him. She knew she looked ridiculous -- the dress was all the wrong color and too many ruffles to be fashionable on anyone, but she didn't really care, and she figured he'd be taking it off her anyway.
"Hey, you. What're you doing here?"
( *** )
In which they're drunk.
Oct. 22nd, 2009 01:17 pm[Cowritten with aplayfulpup. Set after THIS.]
She was drunk.
Being drunk in New Jersey was a bad idea, and she should have known that. She wasn't even sure why she was in New Jersey anymore. She was fairly certain she had a reason when she got there, but now she couldn't remember it. Now there was just the warm, fuzzy feeling of alcohol, and she just wished that her head had the warm fuzzy feelings to match. It didn't. It was just emptiness and anger and sadness because she knew the situation with Aaron was her fault. She could be happy and warm and fuzzy right now if she could just learn how to keep her mouth shut. A shrink would call it self-sabotaging. She just considered it her being stupid.
She had been staring at the phone in front of her for the past hour, fighting her inner desire to just pick up the phone and see if she would either be finding the warm and fuzzy feelings, or making a total ass out of herself. She knew what she had with Aaron wasn't healthy. She knew that better than she cared to admit, but it was what she wanted more than anything right then. She just wanted to feel good. She wanted to know since when was that too much to ask.
She picked up the phone and pulled up his number, before pressing the phone to her ear, humming slightly to herself as she waited for him to answer.
( *** )
aplayfulpup. Set after THIS.]She was drunk.
Being drunk in New Jersey was a bad idea, and she should have known that. She wasn't even sure why she was in New Jersey anymore. She was fairly certain she had a reason when she got there, but now she couldn't remember it. Now there was just the warm, fuzzy feeling of alcohol, and she just wished that her head had the warm fuzzy feelings to match. It didn't. It was just emptiness and anger and sadness because she knew the situation with Aaron was her fault. She could be happy and warm and fuzzy right now if she could just learn how to keep her mouth shut. A shrink would call it self-sabotaging. She just considered it her being stupid.
She had been staring at the phone in front of her for the past hour, fighting her inner desire to just pick up the phone and see if she would either be finding the warm and fuzzy feelings, or making a total ass out of herself. She knew what she had with Aaron wasn't healthy. She knew that better than she cared to admit, but it was what she wanted more than anything right then. She just wanted to feel good. She wanted to know since when was that too much to ask.
She picked up the phone and pulled up his number, before pressing the phone to her ear, humming slightly to herself as she waited for him to answer.
( *** )
