Didi's Happiness Seems To Be Contagious, A Small Smile Spreading Across His Lips. Muscular Arms Fold

                Didi's    happiness    seems    to    be    contagious,    a    small    smile    spreading    across    his    lips.    Muscular    arms    fold    across    his    chest    as    he    watches    her    a    moment.    They    fall    as    he    turns    to    move    out    of    the    kitchen.

                "    Ortolan.    "    He    says,    only    half    joking.    "    I'll    get    the    Gucci    scarves.    "

                It    takes    him    only    a    few    moments    to    dress    before    he    returns,    a    simple    outfit    though    if    you    were    to    look    at    the    tags,    it    might    be    more    than    four    months    salary    for    the    average    Joe    Schmo.    He    takes    pride    in    that.    Keys    are    whisked    off    the    counter,    phone    and    wallet    placed    in    pocket    as    he    looks    at    her.

                "    Whatever    you    wanna    make    me,    baby.    I'll    be    happy    with    it.    "    A    hand    waves    her    on.    "    C'mon,    where    we    goin'    ??    "  

It's a good question; why do it when he could just pay for it? Didi followed a similar logic when it came to everything else— she treated tossing other people's money around to get what she wanted like it was a sport and she was going for the gold.

But cooking was different. And honestly, she thinks everyone should be asking her to do it more often. She's never calmer than when she was cooking. There was something about methodically chopping and slicing and juggling a few cook times at once that was oddly soothing.

So soothing in fact that she doesn't even attempt to throw anything at his head when he looks slightly peeved.

There's still that slight bounce in her step when he does come out, Didi all smiles for once. "Do you like anything in particular? I can cook anything." That's a gross exaggeration, but she's feeling confident. "Or! Or— I could surprise you."

James Logan Howlett aka Wolverine in X2 (2003)

                Another    grin    spreads    across    his    face    as    she    speaks.    Some    days    she    can    plaster    smiles    on    his    face,    others    he's    shoving    money    in    hers    and    telling    her    to    fuck    off.    Though    it's    all    with    love.    Well...    as    much    as    he    could    love.

                "    Yep,    you    caught    me.    "    He    leans    in    towards    her,    as    if    he    had    a    secret    to    spill.    "    Calvin    Klein.    "    He    sits    back    again,    eyes    finding    the    can    in    his    hands,    lifting    it    to    his    lips,    though    speaking    first    before    taking    another    sip.

                "    What    I    will    tell    you    is    that    I    used    to    be    a    known    name    in    the    porn    industry.    "    That    was    not    a    joke.

She would love that. Why should she be expected to pay for anything? Maybe she's just spoiled from lavish living and weaker admirers who would drop money on her in a heartbeat if it meant gaining her attention and affection.

Nick was a little more resistant than them. "No?" The way her head tilts and lips pucker into a perfect 'o' is cute but for once, an honest reaction. Didi isn't used to being denied anything.

Legs are removed from his lap, curling up under her as she sighs and takes another sip from her drink. "That's disappointing." There's a second sip and an eventual roll of her shoulder. "I'll have to think of something then, hm." She looks Nick over, appraising him.

"Underwear model." Didi snaps, nods, happy with her choice. "You've got the body for it, hm. I can see you on a Times Square billboard." And she's not just saying that because she'd be down for a photoshoot.

@forgesdestiny asked: i belong to no one, but my heart belongs to you. feyd to holly

                Who    knew    a    man    so    deeply    steeped    in    blood    and    violence    could    say    such    things    to    a    girl    like    her.    A    failed    mentat,    yet    her    fathers personal    advisor.    The    Harkonnen's    were    always    prideful,    but    to    escape    the    fate    of    being    food    for    pets    was    a    surprise    to    her,    even    if    she    didn't    understand    that    she    wouldn't    have    been    in    the    first    place.

                Sapho    stained    lips    spread    in    a    wide    smile,    hands    finding    purchase    on    his    forearms    as    he    holds    her    close.    An    outcome    she    had    not    seen,    the    ruthless    Feyd-Rautha,    holding    her    so    close    he'd    be    scared    to    lose    her.    And    yet,    here    they    were.

                "    I    think    I'm    glad    I    failed    my    training,    for    once.    "    It    had    been    a    heartbreak    for    her,    as    if    she    had    just    lost    someone    so    close,    to    fail    it.    Too    kind    hearted,    not    serious    enough,    they    had    all    said.    She    just    couldn't    kill    that    part    of    herself.    But    once    she    realized    what    it    had    been    for,    it    had    felt    as    if    the    burden    of    all    that    weight    she    had    carried    were    carried    off    by    ornithopter.

                "    For    if    I    had    succeeded,    we    would    not    be    here.    And    my    heart    would    not    be    yours.    "

@withouthonour asked: ❛ You are wiser than I believed you to be. ❜ otto to holly

                "    I    tend    to    uphold    that    belief    in    a    lot    of    people.    "    It    hurts,    cuts    deep,    to    think    that    they    all    thought    of    her    as    a    stupid    girl.    Well,    maybe    she    is,    maybe    she    even    has    herself    fucking    fooled.    At    the    time    it    was    more    about    survival.    Shit,    it    still    is,    but    in    a    whole    other    way.

                "    I    am    kind,    but    do    not    take    it    as    a    weakness.    "    It    is,    it's    her    biggest    flaw.    Too    kind    in    a    world    that    has    no    room    for    such    frivolities.    Though,    as    weak    as    she    truly    is,    Holly    is    certain    her    husband    will    stand    by    her    no    matter    what.

                Glass    presses    to    his    lip    as    his    hand    is    tucked    under    his    arm,    folded    across    his    chest.    Pupils    watch    as    she    moves,    getting    herself    a    glass    then    sitting    on    the    couch.    Of    course    his    eyes    linger    a    little    too    long    at    her    thighs.    He    lets    out    another    heavy    sigh    before    he    sets    the    cup    on    the    coffee    table,    taking    a    seat    on    the    couch    opposite    of    her.    Face    finds    a    home    in    his    hands.

                Nickolas    is    good    at    getting    rid    of    women    if    he    truly    wants    them    gone.    But    this,    this    is    like    an    honors    class    at    a    four    year    college.

                "    Dick.    "    He    corrects    her.

                "    Uffa-    "    He    exclaims    under    his    breath,    speaking    up    afterwards.    "    Listen    baby,    if    somethin'    happens    I'm    gonna    hafta    be    the    one    to    say    'I    told    you    so'.    I    get    it,    I    understand    the    shit    you    been    through    and    what    you    do,    people    wantin'    you    dead    and    shit    but    now    there's    gonna    be    even    more.    And    if    you're    fine    livin'    with    that    then    shit,    be    my    guest.    "    He    grows    quiet,    sitting    back    in    his    seat    after    digits    reach    for    the    cup    again.

Didi likes love. She always has. She just didn't know the right ways to go about it— and when all you know is the wrong way and it still seems to work? Why even bother with the other way?

You never have to be vulnerable. You always get what you want. You go when you're bored and come back when you're needy. It's a very effective system. It's just a bit easier, isn't it? Than staying and trying to convince someone of your worth when the honeymoon phase is over. Than risking any real heartache.

The problem here is the fact that she doesn't want to go. Not yet.

"No?" It's cooed, finding that so funny right now. He's pushing her away like she might push him away one day. They're more similar than Nick wants to admit, she thinks. "Then we're terrible together. The absolute worst, hm." She laughs. "That's even better— that's more fun, hm." Only she would think being terrors together could be fun.

You're going to get killed if you stick around.

"—We're all going to die anyway."

I'm not the person you think I am.

"—That doesn't matter though, does it?" Didi groans before she twirls away, going to get herself a drink. "I know who I am."

Glass is placed down. "And more people than I can count hate me enough to wish me dead, hm." Ice clinks around in the glass. "I've had my kidney carved out for fuck's sake, Nick." She's pouring her rum, reaching for cola to mix.

"If you can't handle me, well, that's another problem entirely, hm." Glass is twirled in her hand, swishing about her drink. "Is that it, hm? You can't handle me?"

With a smile he shouldn't trust and a wink he shouldn't fall for, she plopped herself down on his couch, leg crossing over the other and making her skirt hike up. "...I think you're overthinking it. I'm not asking you to try and protect me. I'm not asking you to be a saint." Arms outstretch. "I'm asking for...dates. Company. To fuck you senseless after I cook a very beautiful meal, hm. I'm a simple girl, Nick. You don't have to be such a," Hand wildly gestures towards him. "cock about it."