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cosmicsommers2013-02-20 12:53 pm
stellationing) wrote in cosmicsommers2013-02-20 12:53 pm
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Make a reply asking for anyone here on the subject title. If you choose a character on the maybe list, I will definitely be slow with them. If you know a specific "verse" of character you want, specify. If it's a cross-canon scene and you don't specify, you might get a CR AU.
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When she finally breaks away, she keeps her hand over his, leaning perhaps more than strictly necessary against the arm rest between them as they talk. The air around them remains charged, but relaxed, and the only tension seems to be of the romantic type. How funny that her life would have romantic tension in it once more.
The rest of the journey to their hotel is uneventful. Between the two of them, they are fluent enough in German to bluff identities and make their way up to their room. Helen made a point of not telling Nikola that there would be just one bed. She will insist that the topic simply never came up.
Whatever the case, she lets them into the room where she begins to set their luggage on a rack before she turns to see how Nikola is taking to the accommodations and the implications of their single bed.
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(Which is a thought he regrets almost as soon as he has it. As romantic imagery goes, it's not anywhere near the top of the list.)
Still, it's easy enough to let things stay where they are for the rest of the flight, and if he enjoys not only the chance to use his German but also to bounce and build off what she offers while they bluff their way into false identities he at least manages to keep the most of it off his face. And out of his voice too, which is probably for the better.
The room, on the other hand, definitely raises some eyebrows, most of which - as she expected - is on account of there only being the one bed. Which he supposes is perhaps not so surprising, but it's also something he doesn't immediately know how to address while still leaving it essentially her decision whether or not to invite to share her bed. Naturally then, rather than immediately say something he disguises the fact that he needs a moment to put his thoughts together by taking a moment or three to look over the room first.
"Not bad. But it might be a little inconvenient if we both happen to be tired at the same time."
Which he knows is almost certainly going to be a rarity given how rarely he sleeps, and he knows she'll know it too. But it does manage to leave room for it to still be her decision on if and when he ends up in the same bed and figures that's good enough.
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Fluffing the pillow to cover the gun better, she turns to him with her eyebrows raised. As though nothing is out of the ordinary here.
"Or heaven forbid we might have to share," she says, leaning in conspiratorially. "I hear these beds are quite comfortable."
It isn't a direct invitation, exactly, but it is something along the lines of their little dance. An invitation of sorts for him to try the bed. Almost a challenge or a request to share with her tonight. It's like inviting a mystery into her space and she rather likes the idea of not knowing exactly what will come of it.
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(And he's not surprised, either, that she tucks a gun under her pillow. He's probably just as good - if not better - for actual protection, but he knows Helen well enough to be bothered by it. It is how it is, and that's enough.)
That said, it isn't until she comments on the relative comfort of the bed that he makes even the slightest effort to make his way over. Hers has always been the first move in their little dance and far be it for him to not react to something that can be read as something of a challenge.
He takes his time with it, though. Not hurrying, but simply making his way over as casually as he might have done if it really had been his decision and not something that has anything to do with what she's said. But neither does he waste any time in making his way over, and settling on the edge of the bed without so much as a second thought. And if he's conveniently just near enough to her to leave her room to sit while still having some space of her own, well, surely that's nothing more than chance?
(It's not, of course, but he's willing to at least pretend it hasn't been absolutely deliberate.)
"I think you might have heard right. But you could always come see for yourself, if you didn't want to take my word for it."
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So when he takes that seat on the bed, leaving her plenty of room to slide down next to him, that is exactly what she does. And if she places herself pointedly closer than she strictly needs to, well, no one will really tell on her, will they? As it stands, she crosses her legs at the ankles and leans back on both arms.
"Hmm, well I would take your word for it, but it does look too comfortable and we have the entire rest of the day to ourselves."
Technically, they have their entire stay to themselves, but that isn't the point at all. The point is that they're here in Vienna, that she's sitting right next to him, and that they have a something or other to work out. A relationship. Of sorts.
And if she might be leaning against his arm a little with hers, well... That's entirely coincidence.
"I wonder if we could perhaps decorate a touch, spread our belongings out to make this room more ours for the duration we're here."
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On the other hand, maybe he doesn't need to. Not when he has, in one way or another, been saying it ever since they decided to see what the Source Blood would make of them. And if it hasn't ever really come in words, maybe it doesn't need to, when his actions have often spoken it just as loudly. And yes, one day he does want to hear her say those words, if only to have that much besides, but he knows it's not going to be something she gives easily.
(Which, to be honest, is part of thrill of it, for him.)
For now, however, he simply makes the most of the moment; of the fact that she's taken a side beside him without any further nudging on his end, and if he too has noticed the way she's sitting closer than she strictly needs to he certainly doesn't mind. Nor is he likely to mention it. This moment is theirs and he doesn't mean to share it with so much as another living soul.
He addresses none of this, of course, nor the fact that they probably should work out what might have changed in their relationship. Instead, he lets his eyes flicker briefly over what they've brought with them (not very much compared to the size of the room, though they probably could fetch things out their respective suitcases) and then returns his attention to her as a slow smirk spreads across his face.
"Was there anything in particular you had in mind?"
He might be thinking along the lines of the sort of thing he'd suggested during their flight, but neither is he going to push that particular line too hard, in light of her earlier comments on that front.
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Shaking her head, she glances away, something of a grin on her face. "I know what's on your mind." That isn't hard to figure out given this is Nikola and the look on his face.
"Or we could discuss tomorrow's agenda. The concert and dinner and everything before it."
The former is likely classical in nature, as this is Helen who planned it all out and made the reservations, but of course, Nikola is welcome to put in his ideas and preferences. They do have a few free days while they're here to do whatever they want on the fly.
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(That and he's not really in any hurry to get to that part of their relationship. Or rather, isn't so much so that he can't continue to wait.)
Not that he's in the least bit ashamed, to judge by the grin of his own that follows, but he lets the topic stand at that.
"I suppose it might be nice to know what we're seeing. But really, Helen, part of the point of a vacation is to relax."
He's aware, of course, that she has never really seemed to be entirely able to, and more so these past months. But as far as he's concerned that's all the more reason to find time to simply enjoy themselves, and not have everything neatly pinned down, for all that it's a gentle sort of needling, this time.
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Though, in all fairness, her lips haven't exactly recovered since their first mutual kiss.
"Is that what this is?" she asks, continuing their normal banter rather than draw attention to what's on both of their minds or the state of her lips. As though she had no idea what a vacation really was. For all anyone else knew, perhaps she didn't. Maybe she had long ago lost the definition of a vacation or holiday or anything like that. "And here I thought we had come for work."
She hadn't and he knows it, but really it does just add credence to his gentle needling. In her prime, she had only taken a vacation for a week once every seven years. Who knows if that has changed?
Pursing her lips, she shifts just slightly, the fingers of one hand barely drifting closer to him until they gently rest over his hand. No words spared towards what she's doing. Just the small action itself that speaks very little but says so much. Apparently, she is relaxing. Slowly, little by little, the tension eases from her and she allows herself, with Nikola of all people, to feel as she has not allowed herself to feel in years. Over an entire century.
The bonus with Nikola is that she won't be losing him anytime soon. Or ever, if she has anything to say about it. She won't lose him, not again. Her feelings for him have turned far too strong for her to survive losing him, too.
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As is the fact that she's already drifting closer, until her hand is resting over his. It's a small thing, yes. But one that means just as much now as it had during there flight and even he can tell that she is relaxing, bit by bit. And to be entirely honest, he could ask for nothing more. Not when knows very well that asking her to not do anything to plan out their vacation would have been a lost cause.
(And he means to do everything in his power to make sure that she doesn't lose him any time soon. Not now that they have take their relationship to another level.)
"Why, Helen," he murmurs. "Are you saying you consider me important to your work?"
It's at least half-way a tease, given the amusement in his eyes, but he can't deny that he might like being important to her, if absolutely nothing else.
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That and what manages to claw its way out of her mouth before she even thinks to stop it: "I consider you important to my life."
And because she is Helen Magnus, Nikola can be assured that she means every syllable of what she just said.
However, the fact of the matter is that she is also not prone to expressions of affection that are quite that visible, especially with him. So, in an effort to combat the honesty and vulnerability she just laid bare in front of him, she lets go of him. Kicking off her shoes, she scoots back on the bed and shifts so that she's lying down on her side across the bed. Watching him to see his reaction, she pats the covers invitingly.
It may not be entirely what they both have in mind, as she isn't going to be easy and neither would expect her to be, but if things progress in that direction, she isn't about to stop them.