Post by Skye on Jul 29, 2011 16:00:17 GMT -5
(July 11)
The morning sun flickered between the leaves of the shrubs at the window, and into Skye’s face, causing her to move her head with a soft growl. A few minutes later however, the sun shifted and caught her again, this time waking her more fully. Raising a hand to shade her eyes, she scowled at the window, briefly regretting not closing the shades the previous night. As came more awake, she smiled in memory, and rolled over to greet a much more pleasant sight for starting her day.
Leaning on her elbows, Skye eyed Toby lying asleep on his back next to her. One arm rested across his chest, the other was bent above his head, across his pillow. His face was relaxed, mouth slightly open, he slept peacefully. She took the opportunity to savor the moment, letting the fingers of one hand idly fiddle with the ends of his hair within her reach, just watching him sleep, his breathing slow and even. She knew that all too soon, he’d wake, and he’d be in action again, racing around getting things done. Training, getting more caught up on stuff he’d missed while he’d been incarcerated, searching out whatever more he could about Luck the Vicious Cheat and his cronies. Quiet moments like this had always been rare for them, so she was going to enjoy it while she could.
Hardly five minutes passed before the cruel orb that had woken her, lit Toby’s face as it Skye’s. Moving away to escape the glare in his eyes, Toby was unaware that she had her fingers in his hair, “Ouch! What the hell?”
Skye untangled her fingers as he blinked away the remnants of sleep, “Oh honey, I’m sorry.” She reached over to him, concern and contriteness in her eyes.
“How long have you been awake?” He swept his hair away from her, to his far shoulder, “And why were you playing with my hair?” His irritation turned to a smile, and he stretched, waking the rest of himself.
Skye giggled, “I hadn’t even noticed I was, and I haven’t been awake long.” Smiling softly now, she continued, “You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb you, I just wanted to…” she shrugged, “enjoy the moment. You don’t give yourself much time to relax these days.” She stopped him before he could argue, “I know, there’s a lot to do and a lot at stake. That doesn’t mean that you don’t need some down time too, to recharge so to speak."
His smile turned cocky. As he pulled her close, he whispered, “Oh… I’m recharged.”
(later that morning)
Skye poured herself fresh cup of coffee and grabbed her phone off the charger. Leaning against the counter she checked her messages while she sipped the strong brew. There were several voicemails waiting. After listening and deleting a couple from news agencies wanting to interview her about Rivera firing her, and one from her friend Debbie reminding her that they were going out with Sonny later that week.
The next one she could barely understand. Thankfully, they called back again, and Skye realized it had been Sarah Thompson the first time, and she was more coherent the second time. Still teary, but more coherent, she said she wanted to meet Skye for lunch or coffee or something and talk to her, as friends. Skye wondered what was up, Sarah sounded awful. Skye hoped Sarah hadn’t been fired too. The stunning blond wasn’t as ditzy as she seemed, half her problem wasn’t her fault, the guys she interviewed messed with her so much it confused her. Skye called her back, and got her voice mail, so she left Sarah a message suggesting a lunch date and place.
(a few days later)
“Thank you so much for meeting me Skye,” Sarah sat down at the table and set her handbag on the empty chair between them, “I’m just at a complete loss, and I need someone who’s in the know to talk to.”
Skye looked completely confused, then smiled at Sarah's obvious need to talk about it, “Sarah, it’s great to see you too, but you’re going to have to tell me what you are talking about. Let’s order, then you can tell me everything.”
The ladies scanned the menus, compared suggestions with each other, finally settled on their choices and ordered when the waiter passed by their table the next time round. Skye settled in for a listening session, and Sarah explained that she had a bit of a thing for Jack Bull, and wasn’t sure if he’d noticed and was rebuffing her, or hadn’t noticed, or what was going on. She related the past few months happenings to Skye, from giving him the USB song to what had just occurred after the show in Rosemont, NY. By the time Sarah was finished, she was near tears again, but their food had arrived. Eating gave Skye a chance to digest the information she’d just been given, and she could talk between bites.
“Well…” Skye began, “I’m going to be honest with you, Sarah. I’m not really sure what you see in Jack. But[/i],”[/color] She held up a hand to stop Sarah from protesting, “I’m sure there are those who wonder what I see in Toby, so I’m not judging.” Both women laughed and dug into their meals.
Continuing between bites, Skye went on, “One thing I have observed about Jack, and most of the other wrestlers is, they all seem to be pretty much the textbook 'Men from Mars' types on a lot of subjects.” When Sarah looked at her quizzically, Skye continued, “Well, take this last weekend, you said that Jack jumped down your throat when you tried to talk to him about what was bothering him?”
Sarah nodded, “Yeah he…” she sniffed, tearing up at the memory, “He yelled, no screamed, at me! And I hadn't done anything but try to talk to him.”
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“He needed, I mean… Needed… to be left alone.” Skye explained the theory, “Some men are just like that. When they are upset, they don’t want to be comforted, it makes them feel weak. They already feel like they failed, at whatever has them upset. Now they want to crawl away to wherever they feel most at home, and be left alone for a while. Maybe a long while.” She shrugged at the look on Sarah's face. “Yes, it’s a pain in the ass. But they think we’re a pain in the ass too, ‘cause we want to talk about what's bothering us - most of the time.” She grinned. “That’s why we have gal-pals.”
Sarah cocked her head to one side, thinking about that for a moment, “So, what I should have done, was let him leave the first time he asked me to?” Skye nodded emphatically, her mouth full of the pasta primavera she was scarfing down.
Once she’d swallowed the forkful, she asked, “Sarah, are you sure you really are interested in him?” Skye frowned at her, remembering a time that Jack had ‘put the moves’ on her via her friend Sonny, “From what I’ve seen, the man is a player, and rather crass about it too. I mean, unless all you’re looking for is sex, he might not be the best choice.”
Sarah gave Skye a small smile, “I think there’s more to him, Skye. I think that outrageous behavior is covering a sweet guy. Kind of like people think that I am much dumber than I am.”
“So you think you’re the woman to bring it out in him?” Skye said, unconvinced. She sighed, wondering how many other women had thought the same thing. “Sarah, for your heart’s sake, I hope you are right. You are my friend, and I don’t want to see you hurt. But be careful, OK?”
Skye gave Sarah a long, considering look across the table while chewing another mouthful, then, gesturing with her fork as she swallowed, said, “I think you might have better luck getting your point across to him if you didn’t come across as so nice, and you definitely need to start showing your smarts. I know you have ‘em, you’ve got to stop letting him fluster you, girl.”
“So nice? But… I AM nice. How can I stop being me?” Sarah blinked a few times, causing Skye to sigh again. “It’s hard not to get flustered around Jack, he’s just so…” Sarah sort of sank in her chair, like she was melting a bit, and gave Skye a sappy little smile. “And I love that cologne he wears… sorta... spicy.”
Skye rolled her eyes. “OK, OK, I get it. But Sarah… it’s like,” She cast about in her head for a good metaphor, “like… shopping at Nordie’s... You NEVER let the saleslady know how much you like the blouse with the slacks, and with the accessories, or you end up buying the whole outfit, when all you came in for was the blouse, right?” Sarah nodded, understanding clicking into place in her head.
As she munched on her Mandarin Chicken salad, Sarah thought it over. “Skye, do you have any suggestions? I sort of have one, but not sure how well it will work.”
With an impish grin, Skye set her glass down, “Yeah, I think we can come up with a couple options. For starters, why don’t you try…” Leaning towards Sarah, she outlined an idea to her. From there, the two women brainstormed several other ideas, some of them causing them to laugh so hard that other patrons of the restaurant to turn in their seats to see what was so funny in that corner.
The morning sun flickered between the leaves of the shrubs at the window, and into Skye’s face, causing her to move her head with a soft growl. A few minutes later however, the sun shifted and caught her again, this time waking her more fully. Raising a hand to shade her eyes, she scowled at the window, briefly regretting not closing the shades the previous night. As came more awake, she smiled in memory, and rolled over to greet a much more pleasant sight for starting her day.
Leaning on her elbows, Skye eyed Toby lying asleep on his back next to her. One arm rested across his chest, the other was bent above his head, across his pillow. His face was relaxed, mouth slightly open, he slept peacefully. She took the opportunity to savor the moment, letting the fingers of one hand idly fiddle with the ends of his hair within her reach, just watching him sleep, his breathing slow and even. She knew that all too soon, he’d wake, and he’d be in action again, racing around getting things done. Training, getting more caught up on stuff he’d missed while he’d been incarcerated, searching out whatever more he could about Luck the Vicious Cheat and his cronies. Quiet moments like this had always been rare for them, so she was going to enjoy it while she could.
Hardly five minutes passed before the cruel orb that had woken her, lit Toby’s face as it Skye’s. Moving away to escape the glare in his eyes, Toby was unaware that she had her fingers in his hair, “Ouch! What the hell?”
Skye untangled her fingers as he blinked away the remnants of sleep, “Oh honey, I’m sorry.” She reached over to him, concern and contriteness in her eyes.
“How long have you been awake?” He swept his hair away from her, to his far shoulder, “And why were you playing with my hair?” His irritation turned to a smile, and he stretched, waking the rest of himself.
Skye giggled, “I hadn’t even noticed I was, and I haven’t been awake long.” Smiling softly now, she continued, “You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb you, I just wanted to…” she shrugged, “enjoy the moment. You don’t give yourself much time to relax these days.” She stopped him before he could argue, “I know, there’s a lot to do and a lot at stake. That doesn’t mean that you don’t need some down time too, to recharge so to speak."
His smile turned cocky. As he pulled her close, he whispered, “Oh… I’m recharged.”
……
(later that morning)
Skye poured herself fresh cup of coffee and grabbed her phone off the charger. Leaning against the counter she checked her messages while she sipped the strong brew. There were several voicemails waiting. After listening and deleting a couple from news agencies wanting to interview her about Rivera firing her, and one from her friend Debbie reminding her that they were going out with Sonny later that week.
The next one she could barely understand. Thankfully, they called back again, and Skye realized it had been Sarah Thompson the first time, and she was more coherent the second time. Still teary, but more coherent, she said she wanted to meet Skye for lunch or coffee or something and talk to her, as friends. Skye wondered what was up, Sarah sounded awful. Skye hoped Sarah hadn’t been fired too. The stunning blond wasn’t as ditzy as she seemed, half her problem wasn’t her fault, the guys she interviewed messed with her so much it confused her. Skye called her back, and got her voice mail, so she left Sarah a message suggesting a lunch date and place.
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(a few days later)
“Thank you so much for meeting me Skye,” Sarah sat down at the table and set her handbag on the empty chair between them, “I’m just at a complete loss, and I need someone who’s in the know to talk to.”
Skye looked completely confused, then smiled at Sarah's obvious need to talk about it, “Sarah, it’s great to see you too, but you’re going to have to tell me what you are talking about. Let’s order, then you can tell me everything.”
The ladies scanned the menus, compared suggestions with each other, finally settled on their choices and ordered when the waiter passed by their table the next time round. Skye settled in for a listening session, and Sarah explained that she had a bit of a thing for Jack Bull, and wasn’t sure if he’d noticed and was rebuffing her, or hadn’t noticed, or what was going on. She related the past few months happenings to Skye, from giving him the USB song to what had just occurred after the show in Rosemont, NY. By the time Sarah was finished, she was near tears again, but their food had arrived. Eating gave Skye a chance to digest the information she’d just been given, and she could talk between bites.
“Well…” Skye began, “I’m going to be honest with you, Sarah. I’m not really sure what you see in Jack. But[/i],”[/color] She held up a hand to stop Sarah from protesting, “I’m sure there are those who wonder what I see in Toby, so I’m not judging.” Both women laughed and dug into their meals.
Continuing between bites, Skye went on, “One thing I have observed about Jack, and most of the other wrestlers is, they all seem to be pretty much the textbook 'Men from Mars' types on a lot of subjects.” When Sarah looked at her quizzically, Skye continued, “Well, take this last weekend, you said that Jack jumped down your throat when you tried to talk to him about what was bothering him?”
Sarah nodded, “Yeah he…” she sniffed, tearing up at the memory, “He yelled, no screamed, at me! And I hadn't done anything but try to talk to him.”
[/i]
“He needed, I mean… Needed… to be left alone.” Skye explained the theory, “Some men are just like that. When they are upset, they don’t want to be comforted, it makes them feel weak. They already feel like they failed, at whatever has them upset. Now they want to crawl away to wherever they feel most at home, and be left alone for a while. Maybe a long while.” She shrugged at the look on Sarah's face. “Yes, it’s a pain in the ass. But they think we’re a pain in the ass too, ‘cause we want to talk about what's bothering us - most of the time.” She grinned. “That’s why we have gal-pals.”
Sarah cocked her head to one side, thinking about that for a moment, “So, what I should have done, was let him leave the first time he asked me to?” Skye nodded emphatically, her mouth full of the pasta primavera she was scarfing down.
Once she’d swallowed the forkful, she asked, “Sarah, are you sure you really are interested in him?” Skye frowned at her, remembering a time that Jack had ‘put the moves’ on her via her friend Sonny, “From what I’ve seen, the man is a player, and rather crass about it too. I mean, unless all you’re looking for is sex, he might not be the best choice.”
Sarah gave Skye a small smile, “I think there’s more to him, Skye. I think that outrageous behavior is covering a sweet guy. Kind of like people think that I am much dumber than I am.”
“So you think you’re the woman to bring it out in him?” Skye said, unconvinced. She sighed, wondering how many other women had thought the same thing. “Sarah, for your heart’s sake, I hope you are right. You are my friend, and I don’t want to see you hurt. But be careful, OK?”
Skye gave Sarah a long, considering look across the table while chewing another mouthful, then, gesturing with her fork as she swallowed, said, “I think you might have better luck getting your point across to him if you didn’t come across as so nice, and you definitely need to start showing your smarts. I know you have ‘em, you’ve got to stop letting him fluster you, girl.”
“So nice? But… I AM nice. How can I stop being me?” Sarah blinked a few times, causing Skye to sigh again. “It’s hard not to get flustered around Jack, he’s just so…” Sarah sort of sank in her chair, like she was melting a bit, and gave Skye a sappy little smile. “And I love that cologne he wears… sorta... spicy.”
Skye rolled her eyes. “OK, OK, I get it. But Sarah… it’s like,” She cast about in her head for a good metaphor, “like… shopping at Nordie’s... You NEVER let the saleslady know how much you like the blouse with the slacks, and with the accessories, or you end up buying the whole outfit, when all you came in for was the blouse, right?” Sarah nodded, understanding clicking into place in her head.
As she munched on her Mandarin Chicken salad, Sarah thought it over. “Skye, do you have any suggestions? I sort of have one, but not sure how well it will work.”
With an impish grin, Skye set her glass down, “Yeah, I think we can come up with a couple options. For starters, why don’t you try…” Leaning towards Sarah, she outlined an idea to her. From there, the two women brainstormed several other ideas, some of them causing them to laugh so hard that other patrons of the restaurant to turn in their seats to see what was so funny in that corner.
