aww. crap – there it goes. he cleared his throat for a few moments to try to clean this mess up. instead, he moved to place a hand on her shoulder, and grinned. “not entirely.”
“Why, Ky’lar Richardson. Are you hitting on me?” she’s playful, beaming, a big ball of happy energy. “Add some ice cream to that list, and you’ve got yourself a solid evening, Sir.” Babs nibbles on her bottom lip, bridging any former gap between them. The height difference is quite palpable as she lingers there, fingertips trailing along his arm.
“Are you thinking about…staying in?” she whispers.
if she was anyone else, he would have wrapped his hands around her throat for using that name. it wasn’t exactly a bad thing, but it still burned. he still wasn’t used to anyone using it besides in hate or scorn. a reason to why his eyes narrowed – if only for a moment. just as fast as it was there… it was gone as a deep breath escaped his lips.
“i was thinking,” he said, voice just a bit lower than usual. “that after we eat… you’re welcome to ask whatever questions you wish.” a pause. “with-in reason, of course.”
this was what happened when ky got too close to someone. he got not just comfortable, but he became relaxed. it was always the calm before the storm; before he got out of control and ruined everything. sometimes, it was his family that showed up to ruin his chances at real peace, and happiness. other times? well, that was himself. he always ruined everything that he touched – it wasn’t just a matter of time either. it was the who, the how, and most importantly? the why.
of course, those thoughts faded the moment she said those three words. oh, he had melted – not literally of course, but mentally. she could have asked him to take over the world and he would have with-out even thinking twice. more than that though, much more – all she had to do was say the right words and he’d be like a puppy following her every command.
“mmm,” he finally managed to get out, “— that i am.”
Being Jim’s daughter ( & Bruce’s right hand lady a time or two ), she’s had to attend a gala or two, a fancy dinner party, be the Belle of the ball. Been there. Done that. She’s not unfamiliar with ‘fancy’. But, sometimes a girl merely wants a quiet moment alone with the ‘boy’ she may be courting/dating. Forget the steaks and the champagne. She wants casual, clean, but casual. He’s not wrong to doubt whether it mattered. Not to Babs. “You don’t need a bow tie or jacket. You can even wear…” she leans in, lips barely tracing his own. “Jeans.” she guffaws within jest. Nice to Babs, at least this time around, merely means quality time and maybe some pasta. Hell, she’d even take pizza!
If it was up to Ky, he’d be wearing nothing; maybe jeans or some shorts. That would be about it. Clothing was far too restrictive at times, but he’d gotten used to it… even if most of the time he’d rather not have a shirt on at all. Still, he wasn’t going to put anything off the table. At least for the moment. “Then I know just the place.” A short pause as a slight chuckle escaped his lips. “How do you feel about pizza an’ for the entire night you’ll have me just to yourself.”
She cannot help but smile. Victory! Babs takes a step closer, fingertips gliding across his own and she shrugs. “Just not McDonalds. Kay?” – Honestly? She’s pretty oblivious to the swimming concerns ongoing in his psyche, but hey, she’s human. She can’t read minds, only facial features. She can only hope she knows his heart. And she attempts her best to understand. She really does. “I like you the way you are.” she whispers. Double meaning clearly up in the air.
Usually nice dinner means a steak or something at a place with price tags higher then what people made in a week. Still, it wasn’t like he was going to say no – he couldn’t around her, but some clarification could help… even if he doubted it truly mattered. “Well,” he said, grin pulling at his lips, “you chose the place, an’ it’s a date.”
babs is literally, literally just like:
babs: dude, are you REALLY going to let your dad kill me? babs: get your ass over here! babs: *points at blackheart* i’ll deal with you later! babs: *turns attention back on ky* seriously come here!
ky: well.. ky: maybe. ky: not until you’re done yelling. he’s possibly still hiding.
The moment he said that, she knew exactly what he was up to – but hey. It worked. “Fine!” she sighs. Another clearing of her throat. “I want a nice dinner.” Babs admits in a mutter, eyes deviating before finally returning to meet his.
“How nice?” He asked, deciding to get straight to the point, but mainly it was to know if Ky actually had to dress up in a suit. While he used to wear them religiously… now? He rarely ever put one on, but he’d do it – just so she’d be somewhat happy.
“TRUST you? Trust you?? – H–how–What have you done in the last 24 hours to gain my full attentive trust, hmm?! So far you’ve threatened someone’s life – probably burned something down. – What you think a kiss is going to change the fact that I know things about you? Like some fairy tale? I have news for you, Buddy. I have a Ph’D. Okay? A Doctorate! I’m not some bimbo that you can just try to hypnotize!!” She’s not sure when she got so…antsy. The word vomit merely poured out all at once and she’s sure she’s angered him.
“Ky, all I wanted was an nice dinner. A nice quiet dinner so we could talk – maybe. Maybe, kiss a little…maybe more…” she blinks and shake her head motioning with her hands. “That’s – besides the point. I just. Wanted a moment. With you.”
“i have a tail too.” in reality, he was trying to just get the conversation off track. just to see if that would calm her down. was he angry? a little, but he was trying to control it, and not hurt her. it might not last, but this was a genuine attempt… something more than he just gave anyone. “among other things.”
a slight grin pulled at his lips for a few moments. “besides, if you just wanted a nice dinner… you could have asked.” talking… well, that was another thing entirely, but for now… he was going to take it slow. the last thing he needed was to lose control in a public place.
She’s actually surprised he went for it, but she of course gives in.
Once they’ve pulled away however, she eyes him with uncertainty, clearing her throat. “You know I don’t believe you, right?”
of course she didn’t believe him; she’d be a fool to do so, but… he was going to be decent about it. well, more or less in all reality. “you don’t have to believe me… all you have to do is trust me.”
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