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smackenzie) wrote2002-11-21 10:04 pm
smackenzie) wrote2002-11-21 10:04 pm
chapter 10 (the diner)
Sam poked at his pie and thought about Aurelian and what they were going to do now. He was so deep in thought and concentrating so hard on his plate and his pie that he jumped when Aurelian said "Hello."
"Fuck, you scared me," Sam said, but he was relieved. Finally they could resolve this thing. Well, as much as they could right now, anyway. He wasn't that fond of loose ends. "Sit. Sorry I started without you, I got here early and I was hungry." He gestured to the picked-apart slice of pie with his fork, and then pointed it at the seat across the table from him. Aurelian sat.
"How was the gig?" he asked politely. Sam shrugged.
"Ok. I think we got ten people in to hear us, instead of eight. I so can't wait to start playing for bigger audiences - I feel like an idiot standing up there swinging for eight people." He put his fork down and took a deep breath. He could either piss and moan about the Bluebird, or he could babble, or he could say what Aurelian so clearly wanted to hear, and what they were sitting here to discuss in the first place.
"What do you think?" Aurelian asked softly.
"I think... I think I don't want you to bite me." Aurelian looked taken aback, but before he could say anything Sam mentally slapped himself twice and went on. "I like you. A lot. I wanna see a lot more of you. I wanna... date. I guess. Yeah, it's weird that you're... dead. A vampire. Whatever. That's really pretty fucking strange. But I thought about it all day, I got really pissed at this guy at work because I was thinking about it so much and he wanted details and everything and shit, he's an asshole. I threw a CD at him." Aurelian cracked a grin. Sam realized he'd started to babble and got a grip on himself. "I just wanna get some things straight, right up front. First, no biting. Not me, not my friends. Ok?" He sounded tentative, his voice much less sure than his words. He wasn't sure if there was some kind of vampire etiquette he should be following, and he didn't want to offend Aurelian and have the guy huff off in a snit. That would suck, after all this.
"Ok," Aurelian said. "No biting. I would not bite you anyway, unless you wanted me to."
"And I don't." He was very clear on this point. "Um... I won't get all pissy that you can't go out during the day. Watch the fangs.... You don't turn into a bat, do you?"
"No. That is a rumor. I don't turn into anything, nor does the full moon affect me, nor will I make you drink blood to keep me company." Sam blinked. He hadn't even thought of that. His first thought now was Ew. "It has been known to happen, vampires demanding their mortals drink blood."
"You don't sleep in a coffin either, do you?"
"No coffins. No dirt from the homeland. No bats. I do have a long black cape, but I only wear it to the opera."
"Of course," Sam murmured. Aurelian would be an opera-goer.
"The biggest adjustment you will have to make - " Aurelian stopped abruptly as the waitress came over with a pot of coffee. She was probably about forty, with red-blond hair in a loose bun and big hoop earrings. Her nametag said "Anne."
"You ok, hon?" she asked Sam, who nodded. She looked at Aurelian, gestured to the empty coffee cup in front of him with her pot, and asked "What can I get ya? Pies are apple, cherry, lemon meringue, strawberry rhubarb, and Boston creme, and we got German chocolate cake, New York cheesecake, devil's food, and seven layer. Or you want a menu?"
"No, thank you. Nothing for me."
She shrugged and said "If you change your mind, holler," and went off to check on another table of diners.
"Maybe we should go," Sam said, "have this discussion somewhere more private. I kinda want to be sure how I feel about the vampire thing before I start finding out how other people feel about it, you know?"
"I understand. My house or yours?"
"Yours." He didn't even think. It just came out. If things got much too weird he could leave, although he no longer expected things to get weird - probably because he didn't think they could get any weirder - and besides, he figured Aurelian had to have a bigger bed than he did, and he was pretty sure they couldn't just have this Talk and then go their separate ways for the evening. At the very least Sam wanted to make out on the couch again. He'd really liked that. And if he was lucky, he'd get to try sex on his hands and knees.
(Well, Aurelian had mentioned it last night....)
"Mine." Aurelian smiled, seeming to be genuinely pleased. Not predatory. Just pleased. Sam couldn't help but grin. He'd feel like a complete fool saying it to anyone, but seeing Aurelian smile like that, at him, made him all warm and tingly, and not just the kind of warm and tingly you felt when you thought about making out on the couch and possibly getting another of those mind-bending blow jobs.
Warm and tingly. He was just a love-struck cliche, wasn't he.... Like he cared. Like it mattered.
Sam waved over the waitress and asked for the check. He swallowed the rest of his milk, stuffed pie in his face, and dug around for his wallet before remembering he'd put it in his sax case. He thought Aurelian might be laughing at his cluelessness, but he didn't care. He sat sideways in the booth to pop open the sax case and retrieve his wallet, then got up, put on his coat, closed the case, and took it and his wallet up to the register to pay for his pie. Aurelian followed, looking bemused.
It turned out that Aurelian had walked to the Blue Plate, which he told Sam he'd done because it let him think.
"I totally get that," Sam said. "I think on the bus. You kind of stare out the window and zone. I missed my stop once."
They walked and talked and flagged down a cab, and in the back of the cab Aurelian laid his hand on Sam's thigh and Sam started to twitch. It was a good twitch, but he was tempted to kiss Aurelian, and that might not be a good idea, not with the cabbie glancing in his rearview mirror every two minutes.
Finally they got to the house, paid the cab, went inside, shed their coats, and stood in the front hall staring at each other for about a minute and a half.
"What now?" Sam said.
"Have we covered all the salient points?" Aurelian asked him.
"I think so. No biting, that was the big one. No... fanging. No coffins, no bats, the thing I have to adjust to is...?"
"That I drink blood, have no pulse, and have a lower body temperature than you do. I cannot share sunny-day outdoor activities with you, which is the hardest thing for me."
"But otherwise...."
"Otherwise I live as normal a life as I can. You will see."
"I hope so." Sam grinned, stepped close, and tentatively pulled Aurelian's head down for a kiss, to seal the deal and because he just wanted to taste the guy again.
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"Fuck, you scared me," Sam said, but he was relieved. Finally they could resolve this thing. Well, as much as they could right now, anyway. He wasn't that fond of loose ends. "Sit. Sorry I started without you, I got here early and I was hungry." He gestured to the picked-apart slice of pie with his fork, and then pointed it at the seat across the table from him. Aurelian sat.
"How was the gig?" he asked politely. Sam shrugged.
"Ok. I think we got ten people in to hear us, instead of eight. I so can't wait to start playing for bigger audiences - I feel like an idiot standing up there swinging for eight people." He put his fork down and took a deep breath. He could either piss and moan about the Bluebird, or he could babble, or he could say what Aurelian so clearly wanted to hear, and what they were sitting here to discuss in the first place.
"What do you think?" Aurelian asked softly.
"I think... I think I don't want you to bite me." Aurelian looked taken aback, but before he could say anything Sam mentally slapped himself twice and went on. "I like you. A lot. I wanna see a lot more of you. I wanna... date. I guess. Yeah, it's weird that you're... dead. A vampire. Whatever. That's really pretty fucking strange. But I thought about it all day, I got really pissed at this guy at work because I was thinking about it so much and he wanted details and everything and shit, he's an asshole. I threw a CD at him." Aurelian cracked a grin. Sam realized he'd started to babble and got a grip on himself. "I just wanna get some things straight, right up front. First, no biting. Not me, not my friends. Ok?" He sounded tentative, his voice much less sure than his words. He wasn't sure if there was some kind of vampire etiquette he should be following, and he didn't want to offend Aurelian and have the guy huff off in a snit. That would suck, after all this.
"Ok," Aurelian said. "No biting. I would not bite you anyway, unless you wanted me to."
"And I don't." He was very clear on this point. "Um... I won't get all pissy that you can't go out during the day. Watch the fangs.... You don't turn into a bat, do you?"
"No. That is a rumor. I don't turn into anything, nor does the full moon affect me, nor will I make you drink blood to keep me company." Sam blinked. He hadn't even thought of that. His first thought now was Ew. "It has been known to happen, vampires demanding their mortals drink blood."
"You don't sleep in a coffin either, do you?"
"No coffins. No dirt from the homeland. No bats. I do have a long black cape, but I only wear it to the opera."
"Of course," Sam murmured. Aurelian would be an opera-goer.
"The biggest adjustment you will have to make - " Aurelian stopped abruptly as the waitress came over with a pot of coffee. She was probably about forty, with red-blond hair in a loose bun and big hoop earrings. Her nametag said "Anne."
"You ok, hon?" she asked Sam, who nodded. She looked at Aurelian, gestured to the empty coffee cup in front of him with her pot, and asked "What can I get ya? Pies are apple, cherry, lemon meringue, strawberry rhubarb, and Boston creme, and we got German chocolate cake, New York cheesecake, devil's food, and seven layer. Or you want a menu?"
"No, thank you. Nothing for me."
She shrugged and said "If you change your mind, holler," and went off to check on another table of diners.
"Maybe we should go," Sam said, "have this discussion somewhere more private. I kinda want to be sure how I feel about the vampire thing before I start finding out how other people feel about it, you know?"
"I understand. My house or yours?"
"Yours." He didn't even think. It just came out. If things got much too weird he could leave, although he no longer expected things to get weird - probably because he didn't think they could get any weirder - and besides, he figured Aurelian had to have a bigger bed than he did, and he was pretty sure they couldn't just have this Talk and then go their separate ways for the evening. At the very least Sam wanted to make out on the couch again. He'd really liked that. And if he was lucky, he'd get to try sex on his hands and knees.
(Well, Aurelian had mentioned it last night....)
"Mine." Aurelian smiled, seeming to be genuinely pleased. Not predatory. Just pleased. Sam couldn't help but grin. He'd feel like a complete fool saying it to anyone, but seeing Aurelian smile like that, at him, made him all warm and tingly, and not just the kind of warm and tingly you felt when you thought about making out on the couch and possibly getting another of those mind-bending blow jobs.
Warm and tingly. He was just a love-struck cliche, wasn't he.... Like he cared. Like it mattered.
Sam waved over the waitress and asked for the check. He swallowed the rest of his milk, stuffed pie in his face, and dug around for his wallet before remembering he'd put it in his sax case. He thought Aurelian might be laughing at his cluelessness, but he didn't care. He sat sideways in the booth to pop open the sax case and retrieve his wallet, then got up, put on his coat, closed the case, and took it and his wallet up to the register to pay for his pie. Aurelian followed, looking bemused.
It turned out that Aurelian had walked to the Blue Plate, which he told Sam he'd done because it let him think.
"I totally get that," Sam said. "I think on the bus. You kind of stare out the window and zone. I missed my stop once."
They walked and talked and flagged down a cab, and in the back of the cab Aurelian laid his hand on Sam's thigh and Sam started to twitch. It was a good twitch, but he was tempted to kiss Aurelian, and that might not be a good idea, not with the cabbie glancing in his rearview mirror every two minutes.
Finally they got to the house, paid the cab, went inside, shed their coats, and stood in the front hall staring at each other for about a minute and a half.
"What now?" Sam said.
"Have we covered all the salient points?" Aurelian asked him.
"I think so. No biting, that was the big one. No... fanging. No coffins, no bats, the thing I have to adjust to is...?"
"That I drink blood, have no pulse, and have a lower body temperature than you do. I cannot share sunny-day outdoor activities with you, which is the hardest thing for me."
"But otherwise...."
"Otherwise I live as normal a life as I can. You will see."
"I hope so." Sam grinned, stepped close, and tentatively pulled Aurelian's head down for a kiss, to seal the deal and because he just wanted to taste the guy again.
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total words: 50,763
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Way to go Sam!!
And WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Cindy!! 50,000+!!!!!
You rock the house, honey!
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Congrats!
Second, go Sam.
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You rock mightly sweetpea, and these two? *swoon*
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