Expect the Unexpected (Part 1)
Location: Lake Michigan
Timeline: Friday, August 20, 2010/Evening
By the time that Xander got back from his walk on the beach, Talia was up, wearing nothing more than a pair of her slinky black underwear and one of Xander’s white dress shirts, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. The makeup that she wore was more subdued than her normally flamboyant style, serving to prove that she did have a natural beauty, and her long, red hair fell down her back in a loose, thick braid. She was sitting at the small bar in the kitchen, a bowl of grapes in front of her, as well as a scattering of paperwork that she seemed to be going over. When she heard her lover walk in, a small, warm smile touched her red lips and she turned to look at the young noble with the perpetually dishevelled hair, asking, “Did you enjoy your afternoon?” before popping another of the dark purple orbs into her mouth.
“Hmm?” Xander asked, a bit distracted as he continued to repeat the number from the beach in his head to get it firmly there. He looked over at his attractive red-haired lover. “Oh, yes, luv,” he said, giving her a smile and stepping over to her. He kissed her, sliding his hand down to cup her silken-clad firm bottom. “Miss me?” he teased her.
Talia gladly returned the kiss, her smile brightening even more and she purred a bit at his touch. “More than you know, lover,” she breathed throatily. She sat there for a moment, just looking into his dark eyes, then sighed heavily. “But we have business to attend to before we get too far into the...carnal festivities,” the red-headed vixen teased with a mischievous grin, then glanced down at the large manilla envelopes and paperwork in front of her. There was even a notary stamp and ink pad in the midst of the neatly arranged packets.
“Business?” Xander frowned. “I thought this was a holiday.” Still close to her, hand on her rear, he looked down at the paperwork. “Wot is all this, luv?” he asked, nibbling on her ear.
The fiery young woman moaned softly then swatted playfully at Xander, a bubbly laugh escaping her. “The quicker we get this done, the quicker the holiday can begin.” Talia turned to look at Xander and that brilliant smile faltered a bit as she continued, her eyes dropping to the gathered items on the table again. “I’ll be leaving soon, Xander. I want to make sure that you and Cecily are not left in a lurch when I do have to go back to Europe.” She motioned grandly to the packets, then said softly, her normally squared shoulders sagging slightly, and she sighed again. “Thus, tedious paperwork is required.”
Xander frowned. “Yes, back to school,” he said. “But really, we were doing fine before,” he assured her. “And it has been a few months now. You don’t have to feel responsible, luv.” He caressed Talia’s back and kissed her forehead. “We’ll go back to the shelter, or take a bus...somewhere.”
“Over my dead body,” Talia said, shaking her head and smiling at the handsome young man that she’d grown far too close to over those months. “It’s not that I feel responsible for you, Xander. I actually like you and Cece...even if she doesn’t like me much. I have the means to make sure that you’re set up at least somewhat comfortably, so why not?”
Her arm snaked around his waist and she pulled him close, sighing again. Talia really didn’t want to think about leaving, but she knew that she was going to have to eventually, or her father would have a fit. “This cabin, the Bentley, investments, new identities. I want you safe and I can’t keep you safe if you’re living in a shelter and trying to work in the public eye.”
“New identities?” Xander said with a bit of surprise. “You could even do that?” he wondered. “I wouldn’t even know where to look for that. I mean, a fake ID, sure, but...” He shook his head. “We can change up,” he told Talia. “Dye Cece’s hair. Grow some facial hair.” He ran a hand over his smooth chin. Most people are too self-involved to notice.”
Talia gave the beardless young man a small smirk. “You do underestimate the power of greed, Xander. Sure, most people are too self-absorbed, but it only takes one...” The leggy red-head stood up and pressed herself against him, running her fingernails gently down his chest as she continued throatily, “observant...” she placed a light, feathery kiss on his lips, then pulled away just enough to whisper against them, “woman...to get you into a lot of trouble...” The next kiss was fiery, passionate, her arms enclosing him, pulling him closer, shapely hips swaying gently against his.
Xander murmured his approval, all thoughts of anything else pretty much gone as his arms slid around his young lover. He cupped her firm bottom and turned, pressing her against the counter as his mouth devoured hers, his tongue dancing with Talia’s.
The fiery red-head returned Xander’s hungry kisses, her own desires burning inside of her. As Talia’s hands wandered his strong body, one strayed into his hair, her fingernails drawing up the back of his neck. Then she paused, breaking the kiss and she gazed deeply into his dark brown eyes.
“See? Just one,” she teased, then kissed the tip of his nose with a smile. It was only a moment later that she got a confused look on her face and pulled her hand out of his hair, giving it a quizzical glance, “Xander, your hair is full of sand...”
Xander scowled and reached up, running a hand through his hair, the sand making little pings on the kitchen tile. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “I was on the beach, but I didn’t go rolling around in the sand,” he said.
“You seem to be a sand magnet. I’ve found it in your clothes, in the bath,” Talia teased Xander with a bright laugh, then pulled away from him and turned him towards the bathroom, patting his firm backside a couple of times for good measure. “Go clean yourself up and I’ll pour us a couple of drinks. Then we’ll get this business taken care of so that we can move on to more fun and interesting activities.”
“Fun and interesting can happen in the shower, too,” Xander smiled, but he obeyed and headed toward the bathroom. His skin was nicely tanned and slightly reddened from the sun, the hard muscles of his torso working under his skin as he moved. “I should call Cece, too,” he said, leaving the door open as he stripped and turned on the water. “Hopefully Cindee hasn’t had her wicked way with my sister yet,” he laughed. “Bet she was glad to get us out of the house.” He stepped into the shower to wash off the beach.
The red-headed woman smiled after Xander for a moment, shaking her head, then sighed softly as she turned and made her way through the cabin to the bar in the front room. While it was a cabin, it was still beautifully, richly appointed and the hardwood bar was an impressive piece of handmade furniture. As she ran her hand along the smooth surface, her eyes moved to the alcohol and she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
After a moment of contemplation, she poured Xander a healthy helping of high-end cognac on the rocks, then poured a glass of red wine for herself. By the time the young noble returned, all fresh and clean, Talia had set everything up at the dining room table and there were a couple of small platters of vegetables, meats, and cheeses, along with a small tray of crackers of various sorts that she had picked up on their way in. A small caddy that had a selection of condiments sat in the center of the neatly arranged trays and two places were set neatly. The spoiled little rich girl may not have been able to boil water without a chance of lighting it on fire -- she’d just about proven as much trying to help Cecily in the kitchen one night -- but her etiquette was always spot on.
Xander emerged in clean white shorts pulling a blue polo over his head, his wet hair messy from the shower. He picked up his cognac and raised an eyebrow at Talia. “Going light tonight?” he asked her with a chuckle, taking a healthy sip as he looked over the nice little spread. With a sigh Xander leaned over and kissed Talia. “One of these nights I really want to take you out somewhere special, like you deserve, luv,” he told her, caressing her back before he sat down. “It isn’t fair to keep you cooped up and not able to go someplace nice. I’m a bloody horrible boyfriend.”
Talia shrugged lightly and set her glass down, saying dismissively. “My stomach is bothering me a little. I thought I might take it easy on the alcohol tonight.” Then the young woman smiled after returning the kiss and continued, “And you’re not a horrible boyfriend. We stay out of the public eye for a reason, lover. Besides, I have a pretty hectic life for the most part. It’s...kind of nice to be able to simply relax with you after a long week.”
Xander smiled. “Well, anything you like tonight, luv,” he promised her salaciously as he pulled the papers toward them. “Need me to run down to the store for anything for your stomach?” he offered her.
“Thank you, but no. I’m fine, just being cautious. I’d rather not have our weekend interrupted by my getting sick,” Talia responded with one of her bright laughs. She typically took rather good care of herself, and even if she was under the weather --a rare occurrence at best -- she tended not to mention anything about it unless necessary. And even then, if she thought she might be contagious, she just stayed home.
NPC Bethany Davies