[closed] oh, whatever you do, keep it with you

[capcious]

Who: elle, ferran, riley, zetta
Setting: sosufrey verse, pre-war
Summary: a catch-all post for pre-war threads of elle and the reynolds
Warnings: look at the chucklefucks involved and you can probably guess from there
Other: [gifs] [lyrics]

meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tall
down by the gate
i got a secret that i might tell
it'll give me away

meet me on the back porch where ivy climbs
where they sat on the swing
soak up the color of the midday sun
while the ocean sings

Comments

[reformedcriminal]

You need to try on the dress and make sure it fits properly. Hats are near the dressing room.

[quixotically]

Okay. I'll grab one on the way, then? To show you with it all together?

[reformedcriminal]

Exactly. And then sunglasses on the way out.

[Which he may or may not pay for. He can certainly afford them, but every once in a while he prefers not to. He probably shouldn't shoplift them while he's with Elle, however. She'd probably try to return them.]

[capcious]

'Kay! Be back in a minute. [Zetta watches Elle head off with the yellow dress, practically a skip in her step, and, once again, finds herself baffled at the state of her life at the moment. Adding Ferran to her image of life with Riley wasn't easy, but once she accepted it, he slotted right in like there had been a spot ready and waiting for him all this time. But, with Elle... There's no predicting when Riley will bring a new stray home, but this -- This is different. And it's easy for Riley to get attached to people, but she's even won over Ferran, something Zetta knows is next to impossible. Even Zetta doesn't mind her as much as she does others. But, still, it feels... odd, sometimes.] A minute isn't long enough for a quickie, huh, [she quips dryly.]

[reformedcriminal]

No, but it's long enough to inappropriately make out. [Ferran smirks.]

[capcious]

[Hmm, that's genuinely tempting.] Oh, the sacrifices we make. [Don't mind her if she sidles on up to him.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran scans the area for a hidden corner or...there. By a sale rack. Tucked away, deserted, perfect. The clothes on the rack are so atrocious that they're killing his mood a little, so he turns his back to the sale rack, slips his hand around Zetta's waist, and leads her towards it that way so he doesn't have to look at the appalling patterns and colors. No one should ever wear avocado and goldenrod paisley. No one.]

[capcious]

[Zetta, meanwhile, pays no attention to the sales rack, being far too amused that this really is a thing they're going to be doing. She goes where Ferran ushers, snickering quietly to herself. She doesn't waste time once they're there, turning to go up on her toes and loop her arms around his neck to pull him down to her.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran bends eagerly to kiss Zetta. He doesn't waste any time with gentle kisses now. There's no time for a graduate build up. They only have a minute or so and he's going to make it count. Open mouthed, wet, teasing Zetta's lips with his tongue.]

[capcious]

[Zetta greets the kiss with her teeth, biting at Ferran's lips and pushing into the kiss. She rakes the fingers of one hand into his hair, mussing his well-orchestrated messy style, leaving her other hand at the back of his neck like she needs to hold him in it.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran slides his hand over Zetta's hip and pulls her firmly against him. It's almost a shame that they're hidden away. Ferran is sure they look hot at hell right now. Next time they do this he'll have to make sure there's a display mirror nearby.]

[capcious]

[This is lovely, stealing away a moment all to themselves. They're uncommon, and she never quite realizes it until they have one. She growls quietly into the kiss and leans further into him.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran smiles slightly at Zetta's growl. He loves how she responds, how open she is about wanting him. And loves how she's as eager as he is to make out in a department store, even if a shopper might wander by and get an eyeful.]

[capcious]

[Zetta allows herself to lose herself in the kiss, relishing in the taste and the feel of him, until she hears Elle, back in the direction they had originally been.] Okay, I think this -- um...? [Given her confusion, she doesn't see them. Probably for the best. Zetta breaks the kiss with a snicker and gives Ferran's lower lip a parting nip.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran gives Zetta a faint, secretive smile and slides his hand over her ass in one final caress before slipping away to retrieve Elle.]

There you are, what took you so long? [He would have been happy kissing Zetta longer, but the impulse to tease is irresistible.]

[quixotically]

I didn't take that long. [Did they just... wander off because they got bored? Elle is still wearing the dress she tried on, and she does a little twirl to show Ferran how it moves. She's also added an oversized straw hat.] Anyway, what do you think?

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran scans Elle up and down, assessing.]

Add the sunglasses and it'll do.

[quixotically]

Yay! [Elle claps her hands together.] Then I'll go ahead and change back so we can grab those and get going. This is why I don't understand why this shit takes you so long, [Zetta drawls.] This didn't take hardly any time at all.

[reformedcriminal]

That's because Elle is easily satisfied. I'm more discerning. But you put a time limit on us, so I'm settled for what makes Elle happy.

[capcious]

I suppose that does make sense. Well, I'm certainly not going to complain.

Though I'm going to predict you will, given I'm going to ignore you once the game starts. But you'll have Riley to entertain you in the meantime, and I'll make it up to you later.

[reformedcriminal]

Maybe I'll talk Riley into seeing if we can distract you from the game.

[Although with Elle in the house, convincing Riley to finger Ferran in the middle of the living room floor is going to be harder.]

[capcious]

You're both welcome to try.

[reformedcriminal]

Win or lose, it's playing that's important. [He'd enjoy the process of trying even without a victory.]

[capcious]

And that, darling, is why you're one of my favorites. [She pats his chest fondly.] Even though you'll be trying to interrupt my game.

[reformedcriminal]

I won't be interrupting the game. I'll be providing some scenic accompaniment. And in the end you'll decide on your own accord that some activities are more captivating to watch than baseball.