Right Here, Right Now (eli)

[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

Why did this happen? Who were those people?

...How would he know?

Oh god, she'd recognized it.

Eli's mind started racing. Fuck. Fuck. She knew it was him. How? She must've known his voice... no one else would know his voice that well.

He looked in her bright eyes again. They didn't need to be here, surrounded by violence. And if people knew who he was, and they knew who she was... it wasn't even fair to her to be around him, without knowing what he was. They needed to leave this place, go somewhere where they could talk.

Food court? Maybe, but people would still be talking about the fire, about the shoot-out, about the guy who stopped the robbery. They'd be talking anywhere in the mall. They needed to be alone and at peace.

But then... but then it'd be awkward. His car was nice, yeah, but... would she be comfortable with that?

"We... should go..."

Not a chance. A cop came up to him.

"Hey. Any of you two might know who these guys were?"

Eli looked momentarily away, to the guy.

"No... Can we leave? It's a little... bloody." Not a lie.

"You know, we got security cameras," the mall cop said, adjusting his belt. Eli just stared at him expectantly. But the cop just gave a sort of coy smile and walked off. He kept investigating the scene but didn't look at the pair again.

Haha. Creepy. Anyway... he didn't want to hang around with all this death, with all the crying people were doing inside, people that had nervous attacks or maybe a fear of blood. Maybe shock at seeing two men die, two men that were no doubt bad... but did they deserve death?

"Seriously, Delilah... I gotta talk to you alone."

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

Okay. She was with him, and they were out of there. That was good. There was somewhere they needed to go, alone... most people would be either leaving or looking at the disaster zones. He walked until he found a bench where people weren't passing by, out on the west side of the mall.

He sat down, and sat her down as well on the cast-iron bench. Some of the black paint on it was flaking off, though the flakes must've been long swept up. A fake plant was on either side of the bench, and it acted as a sort of barrier. They were on the second floor, and the rail near them looked over a little plaza down on the first floor. Light shone in from the skylights above and bathed the place in a sort of relaxingly dim glow.

"I guess... you know," he said. "I don't know how. But I don't think I'm safe. People know who I am and... and..." he was at a loss for words. What was he trying to say? He didn't want her hurt? There was no reason to think that these guys had known who she was before they saw him walking with her... and even then was it best to freak her out? No. She'd be stressed, he'd be putting an awful fear in her heart, a burden on her.

"I... really like you, Delilah."

He--wait, what? Had he just said that?

"I've liked you as a friend for a long time--"

Why was he saying this? He didn't need to say that now. It was a bad time to say that, wasn't it? Or maybe it was good. Maybe she needed something to hold on to right now. Maybe it wasn't all him... she needed someone?

"But now... I see... us, and I think we could be more."

He was stressing out. He didn't mean to let it all spill out. He was starting to hesitate on his words, not sure of what he wanted to say, and in that confusion he forgot his subtlety.

"I guess what I mean is--can I kiss you?"

What an awful time to ask. Would she be offended? Would she even understand?

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

It wasn't his first kiss, no, but he hadn't had a lot of opportunities in his life either. Only in the past year had he gotten his first, and he had found out that, really, it didn't matter that it was his first. When the human mind was fueled by hormones and emotion, and not ruled by logic and self doubt, it was capable of amazing things. But one had to loosen their inhibitions and let their simian, primal nature--their instinct--take over.

She knew, yeah, but she didn't seem to care. Neither did he. Honestly at this point he was excited more by finding out his attraction was mutual than by being a targeted caped crusader. So he decided they might as well go along with it. He tenderly moved his hand around to the small of her back so he could turn her towards him a little more. Kissing side by side could be a little awkward. With his other hand he brushed a stray hair off her face, smiled, and went for it.

Time sort of seemed to stop. It was like fireworks went off in his mind, making this contact with her, suddenly a rush of emotions and feelings that were down to basic human chemistry, his brain telling him this was a damn good girl. The sunlight that came in from the top windows of the mall seemed to get brighter. It was like he had been looking around the room and feeling in a certain way, but then before and during the kiss, he looked at her and everything was different, and he loved it.

Loved it. Maybe. God maybe, there were butterflies in his stomach as he kissed her, and then their first kiss was done and he withdrew from it and looked in her eyes, half closed, suggestive, and then he drew in again and kissed her, pulling her closer to him, and the flutter came back and spread through his stomach to his chest, his heart beating so he could feel it in his ears, so that all sound was just replaced by pure bliss, bells ringing, birds singing.

After it was done he looked at her again and said, sure of himself now, "I want to be with you, Delilah. More than as your friend.. Your boyfriend."

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

So... That had all changed so fast. A relationship they had forged over years and years just changed and exploded, transformed into something entirely different in less than an hour.

And he liked it. He felt like she was the one, that he'd been blind not to see it all this time... And he wanted to go further with her. He'd never done anything beyond a kiss, and.. Well, with her he'd explored as a little kid, going out into the forest by his cabin sometimes, if her parents let her. Why wouldn't he want to continue exploring with her? But now instead of the peaceful outdoors, they'd be experimenting with something much more temperamental, much more wild... Themselves.

Though he didn't even know for sure if she wanted to do that. Hell, or if he even wanted to. Did his need to satisfy these carnal desires come from his love for her, or just a temporarily heightened infatuation?

...whatever it was, she was his and he was hers now. And the responsibility of that hadn't quite hit him yet. He needed to be honest.... Shoot, she needed to be honest. But... Now, he just wanted her. He smiled. "I have been waiting way too long to ask you that," he said, laughing a little before returning to the sort of love struck gaze.

He wanted to... Go off with her somewhere. But he had to remind himself to take it slow... It wasn't just some girl he was dealing with.

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

"I know, I know, you know what to do, just.." she was probably still in shock from the whole shoot out earlier. "calm down. We have to let them know you're safe, too."

They probably cared more about her welfare and continued existence than about her relationship with him. Hell they had probably seen this coming for a long time. Their parents had always been friends, and they probably were the reason behind this whole thing, waiting until the day it inevitably happened.

And it finally did. He came to the realization that a kiss was all he'd ever done, and it was all they'd done, too. He wondered if he was her first.. Maybe. But something he hoped for was that they had the chance to do even more, taking it slowly and learning the whole time.

He didn't know why his mind got dirty. The hormones, probably.

Oh right, leaving. He pulled her up off the bench, and walked out of the mall, which was starting to empty, and across the parking lot under the hot summer sun, and to his car. All the time they were holding hands and the blood under his skin was boiling, his heart racing, his mind thinking of all the things he would do with her, though it strayed away from the gutter to think up romantic dates as well.

He didn't know how it happened so fast, but he knew he was about to get in his car with her, his girlfriend. It was a moment that made him proud, that filled him to the brim with a buttery, warm feeling, like everything was right with the world and he had a normal childhood, and he wasnt a marked man.

His mind put aside those thoughts for her. He wouldn't admit it to her or even to himself, but he'd fallen in love with her a long time ago.

"well... Here we are," he said, brimming with a mix of love and sexual tension as they stood outside his car. In the setting sun, maybe they could slip into the back instead and let the world fall through their fingertips.

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

Thinking anything bad? Could she tell? Did he have a... No, all fine.

He squeezed her hand. "Oh Ben's just a big teddy bear. He knows I wouldn't ever hurt you..."

He started to trail off. Thinking something bad? Did he give off the impression that he was thinking something bad? He'd only hesitated for a few moments outside the car, only stood in wonder a second or two, wondering what her body would feel like close up against his, creating warmth out of nothing, a spark between the two that told of unbridled passion, passion that had been simmering for sixteen years that only now was boiling over.

Well she didn't say she'd be opposed to it, or anything. Maybe they could just kiss and see where it went? He opened the back door with a certain finality of decision. Hey, if she didn't want to do anything now, there was only a little awkward head shake and he would change the subject and they would move on. He would say something to make her laugh. But... He liked taking chances. They could make out back there and nothing more, they could take it farther, but regardless.. He preferred it over the PDA they had been having before, however romantic it was.

He climbed in and smiled up at her. "So. Where are we going?"

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Eliot was right; Ben was too much a teddy bear to actually harm anyone. Had she ever since him truly angry, not really, mad yes. Delilah only chuckled at his response. “Ok, ok, you got me there.” She tilted her head slightly, seeing him go into thought; she wondered what he was thinking. Oh how easy it would be for her to just go out and touch his field and to dive in. But then what if he was thinking of moving it fast, friends then lovers and then to that? It didn’t disgust her, but to be in her very first relationship, it felt too fast for her. Actually thinking about it that way, her face brightened up with red slightly, her hand also curled slightly in nervousness. Delilah’s eye flickered up to see the backdoor was open; he really was thinking that. Would it be fast or slow, did they really have to do it? She inaudibly gulped; the decision was all hers from here. Looking from the door to Eli and back, she rubbed the back of her neck. Her hands than ran up her face. “I’m sorry.” She mumbled, “I don’t think I have it in me.” Delilah looked between her fingers. He even took the commencement to this moment, all she wanted to do was go home and talk, get the day off her chest to someone. Her heart raced, she wouldn’t look down on him like this, he was in the moment, she was too, but had the better stance for them. WORDS! 257 TAGS! ELIOT NOTES!/rolls around [/style]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

No?

In his mid, he realized what he had been proposing. With his childhood frien--well shit, now girlfriend, but still. These things needed time. He still thought of her as his friend... Well, okay, his really hot friend that he could see himself sticking with for a long time. But anyway, they needed time. The flame that burns brightest burns shortest, and all that.

He smiled and pushed himself out of the backseat, taking her in his arms. "Thank you," he said softly, hugged her, and opened the passenger side door for her, then walked himself to the other side. "I mean, I--I really like you. We gotta do some more important things first, though."

Like get her home, tell her parents that they finally got smart. Or brave. Or... Attractive, whatever it was. A kiss was enough to seal the deal without pushing the envelope. They could take their time and, hey... If it didn't happen for a long time, that was fine. It would change the nature a little, but--he felt so comfortable with her anyway, that he believed nothing could sever the friendship that was the basis of their new relationship.

Maybe he was right, and maybe a lot could change in a tiny amount of time, with just one bad--or good--decision.

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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