Turning Tables

[Fiona Hathaway]

Rain poured down from the sky as Fiona ran towards Lewis’ home. Fiona was soaking wet by the time she reached his front door, water dripping from her hair that was plastered to her cheeks. Fiona pushed her hair out of her face and caught her breath for but a moment long enough to raise her fist.

She knocked hard on the door, “Lewis!” she called. When she heard no answer she banged harder, “Lewis,” she breathed desperately still trying to catch her breath and bent over placing her hands on her knees.

((ooc: Ready for Lewis? I know it’s rather gorgeous right now but lest pretend it’s raining shall we? Hehe. Also sorry about the title, I can change it if you think of something better, I was listening to Adele. )

[Lewis Michalka]

In the middle of cooking himself supper, shirt sleeves rolled up, spoon in hand, his iPod also playing through the living room’s sound system for background music while he did so, Lewis didn’t immediately realise anyone was knocking on his front door. It was only when the music quietened upon reaching the end of a song that he heard the muffled sound of someone knocking loudly and then his name being called by a voice that sounded a lot like… no, it couldn’t be. “You need to get over her,” he grumbled to himself – assuming his brain had imagined Fiona’s voice – as he turned the hob heat down low, abandoned his cooking and made his way through the living room into the hallway.

Opening his door he frowned slightly in confusion, “Fiona,” he said, rather redundantly, but he was just a tad shocked to see her at his home of all places when the two of them had pretty much gone separate ways and didn’t work together quite as much as they used to. On Lewis’ part, he’d ‘got the message’ so to speak, and backed off, keeping his distance as well as he could when they worked in the same department. It had been many months since they’d actually had a conversation of more than a few words. Hence the look of utter confusion as she chose to stand at his doorway, dripping wet and soaking from the ever-delightful weather, having ran there by the sound of things.

“Why the hell have you chosen now to come over? Sorry, quick, come inside,” Lewis said, stepping aside to let her through the doorway before shutting it quickly behind her to keep out the icy winds. Inclining with his head for her to follow him he wandered back through into his living room, grabbing the sound system remote from the coffee table and silencing it before turning to her. “So tell me… madness or you really wanted a jog in my neighbourhood in this weather?” he asked lightly, though there was something missing from their usual casual, good-natured banter and it showed in his tone. And the fact that he was standing on practically the other side of the room, arms folded, as he looked over at her with confusion still.

((ooc: Adele is just fine, lovely in fact! Oh and, considering it was chucking it down here on Thursday, I can easily pretend it’s raining haha, aaaah the British Summer!))

[Fiona Hathaway]

At the corners of her mouth for only a moment a smile twitched at the edges of Fiona’s mouth as he opened the door. Without a word she nodded and followed Lewis into his home. She watched the water drip from her hair onto the floor as he asked why she was here. “I have come for your magnificent cooking, didn’t you know?” she joked easily for a moment, like they hadn’t been avoiding each other for the past few months. Then gazing up at him her smile fell. Her heart began to pound against her chest again as if she were still running.

Crossing the room swiftly she stopped immediately in front of him, leaving a gap between them. “I,” she sighed glancing to the floor for a moment trying to find her words and her breath. Her gaze fluttered up to him again, “I almost died today,” she swallowed, her eyes welling up with tears, “…and all I wanted was you.” She breathed the tears escaped her eyes and slid down her face. “All I want is you,” she told him, “Lewis?”

((ooc: all I can say right now is yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! ))

[Lewis Michalka]

“Oh, right, well obviously, 4 months without a real conversation and you choose the night the heavens open to come sample my supper,” Lewis retorted with a wry smile as he abandoned the stereo’s remote, throwing it down onto the sofa as he turned to face her once more. As she came closer and appeared to be finding it hard to hold back tears, his forehead creased in concern, “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly, sincerely, as he’d never seen her quite like this before. To say Lewis then found it tricky to process Fiona’s words and form a verbal response was the understatement of the century.

As he stood, looking across at her, a range of emotions came crashing over him – confusion, hesitation, unrelenting joy at hearing her say what (for years) he’d wished to hear, and then disbelief that she was actually saying she wanted him. Why now? What had changed? They’d come face to face with death quite a few times over the years and no matter what emotions it had elicited, they’d been repressed and never spoken of in so many words. He’d come to think she would never feel that way about him, or at least would never admit it even if she did… he’d given up even hoping and instead kept his distance, for her sake more than anything. They’d drifted apart, he’d hated every second of it, but he’d bore it because he didn’t want to push his feelings onto her, didn’t want to keep reminding her that he loved her if she didn’t feel remotely the same. So, as he now stood, speechless in front of her Lewis couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Instead he merely nodded to show he was listening as she prompted him.

Then, coming to, he hesitated and looked away from her in an attempt to think logically about this whole thing. They should probably talk about it, well that and Fiona’s near-death experience, but instead all he could seem to do was merely shake his head in disbelief and close the distance between them in two strides. Eyes fixed on hers he didn’t say a word, but leaned in to kiss her strongly, urgently, like all he couldn’t say in that moment was expressed in his kiss. Breaking away momentarily he finally formed some words, “You know, you’ve actually had me for quite some time,” he whispered, meaning he’d been hers, heart and soul, since the very day he’d realised just how much he couldn’t bear to think about her not being in his life in any capacity whatsoever. Yes, she’d had his heart for quite some years now; she’d just never seemed to want it before. Right then, Lewis didn’t care about the particulars though, instead he just raised a hand to cup her cheek softly as he kissed her vehemently again.

((ooc: Hope this is cool, I was thinking... would she want to talk properly about it, their 'feelings' etc.? Cos to me, it would make more sense/be more 'them' if they found their way upstairs first and then after that they'd probably open up and talk? What do you think? Also: yay!))

[Fiona Hathaway]

Fiona nodded, “Mmhmm,” she answered jokingly with a small smile, but quickly sobered.

After her admission Fiona stared at him, waiting for a response. As he turned away she spoke his name again uncertainly this time, “Lewis?” had he stopped loving her? Her question was soon answered however as he closed the gap between them. Kissing him back she crushed her lips against his, holding his face in her hands. Breaking away she shook her head, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she couldn’t get out a full sentence really, then smiled, “I love you,” she whispered into her next kiss. She began removing her jacket right there in the living room as Lewis started to speak again about her having him, “I haven’t had you except that one time,” she said kissing him deeply again as her hands ran into his hair and she pushed him towards the stairway up to his bedroom.

((ooc: Yes I think that is them exactly, bedroom first and then talk, hehe.))

[Lewis Michalka]

Placing his hands over hers which held his face, Lewis shook his head, "Don't be sorry," he murmured quietly. "I'm just unbeliveably relieved to finally hear you say that," he admitted with a breathy laugh as Fiona said she loved him, and he smiled into the next kiss, retracting his arms as she started to remove her jacket. Helping her along by sliding the sleeves down her arms, he caught her hands in his after she'd dropped it on the floor, twining their fingers together and shaking his head, "I was being deep, metaphorical even, talking of love, and you lower it to sex? How disgraceful," Lewis murmured into her ear, jokingly admonishing her for taking the literal meaning of 'having him'.

Then, as she kissed him once more and ran her hands through his hair, he maintained the kiss whilst he pulled his wand out of his trouser pocket and vaguely pointed it towards the kitchen, turning the hob off entirely as he suspected he was about to be rather distracted from cooking and, really, he'd prefer if the kitchen didn't catch on fire whilst that was happening. Then, abandoning his wand he knew not where, Lewis returned his full attention to Fiona, his arms threading around her waist to pull her closer as he decided against an attempt to scale the stairs and instead apparated them both right into his bedroom smoothly, so that she barely seemed to notice it had happened. Breaking away for air Lewis looked down at her, breathing heavily as he took a moment to process this, "Oh god, I love you," he breathed out as he trailed his hands oh so softly up from her waist as he manouvered them towards the bed.

((ooc: A skip forward to post-coital convo at some point? haha))

[Fiona Hathaway]

As Fiona gazed down at their fingers intertwined and then back up at Lewis she smiled, “Shut up,” she retorted with a laugh and then kissed him forcefully.

Slapping his wand out of his hand, “Would you stop trying to be so responsible for one minute,” she teased in between kisses, her arms encircled his shoulders her hands moving up his upper back and into his hair as if trying to press herself against him as close as she could.

Smiling at him as she began to fuss with his buttons on his shirt, “Shut up,” she replied teasingly abandoning her attempt to undo his buttons and pushed him onto the bed.

((ooc: Certainly! lol))

[Lewis Michalka]

"One of us has to be responsible," Lewis retorted as he pulled her as close as was humanly, and comfortably, possible, the rushing sound of blood pounding through his body deafening him to everything else as his heart beat against his chest.

He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head however as she teased him, telling him to shut up, before pushing him onto the bed, "Charming, someone's impatient," Lewis noted, not exactly saying that was a bad thing, quite the opposite actually. He undid the last few buttons she hadn't quite managed, his shirt falling open, and then pulled her down beside him, his lips meeting hers once more with a soft groan of pleasure escaping when Fiona ran her hand through his hair. Turning his attention next to her shirt, his warm hands snaked up underneath the material to meet her cold skin as he slowly pushed her shirt up, revealing the smooth creamy skin beneath, the contours of which he tore his lips away from hers to instead trail kisses across.

((ooc: my next post sound good for that?))

[Fiona Hathaway]

Fiona laughed as he pulled her down beside him onto the bed. Her lips met his again in an urgent frenzy. Then breaking away for a moment she looked to him and then looked down at herself, “I think we are, both of us, still wearing far too much clothing,” she teased, and couldn’t help but smile as he pulled her wet shirt off. Fiona attempted to peel her jeans off but found them sticking to her skin.

After yanking off her boots and throwing them ungracefully into a corner, one hitting a vase on its way making the vase fall and shatter on the floor a small laugh escaped her lips, “Opps.” She wrestled with her jeans once more and unceremoniously fell off the bed whilst doing so. With her jeans off finally she stood back up with a faux-innocent smile on her face as if he ‘didn’t just see that,’ and then hopped into bed again tackling Lewis and placing kisses down his neck and torso.

((ooc: Sounds good to me. Thought I’d add a bit of ridiculous humor in there like Fiona falling off the bed whilst trying to remove her wet clothes, it seemed like something she would do. ))

[Lewis Michalka]

As he pulled her shirt off gently over her head he smiled, "What else could a bloke do but agree?" Lewis asked lightly as she proclaimed they were both wearing far too much clothing. Sitting up then he met her lips with his as he pulled the sleeves of his own shirt, taking it off and throwing it carelessly down to the floor.

He laughed too as a vase met a fateful end as it was in the path of Fiona's abandoned boot. "I always hated that," he joked easily, not being able to disguise the amusement as he watched her wrestle, unsuccessfully, with her wet jeans. He started forward as she fell, however, looking concerned but soon returned to laughter as she pretended that had never happened, "Ever the epitome of grace," he managed to get out teasingly before she practically tackled him down as she kissed his torso.

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Laying beside Fiona much later, the two of them tangled in each other and the disrupted, crumpled bedsheet, Lewis looked down at her fondly and bent to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. He shifted to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her to him so she lay half on top of him, asking then, "Remind me why it took us so long to do that again."

((ooc: Hope the skip-forward was okay, it's nice to be able to write them together/happy haha.))

[Fiona Hathaway]

“Good. It’s good you hated it,” Fiona smirked, “Breaking one of your mother’s heirlooms wouldn’t really be a good start to this?” she said smiling into her next kiss. Fiona quickly popped up again striking a pose with her hands on her hips as if she hadn’t just fallen off the bed, and smiled rather sexily at him in a teasing manner. She gave a graceful flourish of her hand, “Thank you, thank you,” before pouncing on him again.

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The bedsheet was twisted around Fiona and as if it were a life line connecting them coiled itself around Lewis as well. As he shifted she did so as well, her body molding to his, as she rested her head on his shoulder and lay one leg across his, her arm stretching over his torso. “Please don’t remind me,” she smiled into him, kissing his skin and breathing in his sent, ‘God how she loved it!’

((ooc: Me too, it’s been a long time coming, hehe.))

[Lewis Michalka]

"Mmm, well now if you broke an heirloom I simply think I would cease to kiss you altogether," Lewis proclaimed dramatically, lying of course, before breaking out into a smile as she practically pounced on him then, pushing him down into the bed.

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He moved his right hand to instead trace as light as a feather, up and down the thigh of her leg which laid over his body, "Don't remind you? Oh, come on, I didn't mean it in a bad way since I'm sure we can make up for that lost time, somehow," he suggested in a knowing way as she kissed his bare skin. Looking down at her in peaceful silence for a moment he then asked quietly, "Why? Why now? I'm just... confused still about that if I'm perfectly honest."

[Fiona Hathaway]

Fiona moved off of him and lay facing the ceiling, her body wrapped in the tangled cocoon of the sheets. She sighed and stared up at the ceiling for a moment in silence.

“I almost died today… or yesterday,” she added glancing at the clock on his bedside table. Then turning over to face him she tucked her hands underneath her face. “The details aren’t important really but… long story short I was hanging from the side of a building and I thought I was going to die and all I could think about was you. When I heard Owen’s voice coming for me I even thought that it was you,” she smiled at the thought and turned to gaze at the ceiling once more. “In that moment I knew I loved you, and I always had done, and I had no idea why I had been so stupid all those years, why I had been so stupid when you told me you loved me,” she spoke exasperated now at herself.

[Lewis Michalka]

Lewis gazed down at her curiously as she shifted away from him somewhat and looked up at the ceiling then. He laid beside her, not breaking the silence which she clearly needed in order to think, and then frowned in concern as she explained about nearly dying. "I'm sorry that it took nearly dying to make you realise," he said solemnly, "Near-death experiences have funny ways of making us reevaluate what's important, what you need in your life to make it worthwhile," he supposed aloud, then searching with his hand for hers and he interlaced their fingers and squeezed hers gently.

"Would it be overkill for me to tell you, again, that I've loved you for years? I think I always had a soft spot for you, even from the start when you scared the hell of out me, to be frank," Lewis admitted with a fond smile as he shook his head slightly. Only when looking at her then did he catch her true expression - it seemed to be one of exasperation at herself. Realising this he turned over onto his side so he was facing her, softly stroking her upper arm to catch her attention, "Hey, for what it's worth, I don't care that you... reacted the way you did when I told you I loved you, I know why you did it, why you thought it was the right thing to do, to say, to think. Look, I can't truthfully say that it didn't hurt me, it did, you know it did, I wasn't very good at hiding it... but... but that's in the past. The only thing I am bothered about right here and now is that you said you love me. It's relieving to hear you say that, now I can stop doing my, frankly irritating, silent pining act from afar," he added the last bit as an attempt to add something more light-hearted to the conversation, smiling softly at her as she looked to him.

[Fiona Hathaway]

“Me too,” replied Fiona turning her head to gaze at him. She smiled warmly at his comment regarding near-death experiences and nodded. Her fingers intertwined with his and she squeezed back lovingly, pressing her face close against his body.

Tilting her head upwards she kissed him in response, but incase that wasn’t entirely clear she added, “I will never tire of hearing you say that,” she said snuggling in closer to him. She smiled against his skin, “I scared the hell out of you?” there was a teasing lilt to her voice. For a moment she turned, pondering as she gazed at the ceiling and felt quite exasperated at herself that it had taken her this long to realise it, that she loved Lewis, truly, deeply, loved him and couldn’t live without him. His fingers gently stroking her upper arm caught her attention and she folded herself back into him. Fiona stroked his cheek in response, “Yes you can stop your frankly irritating silent pining act,” she laughed, and then reached up and pulled his face down to kiss hers, and for a long moment held him there. Then releasing him she molded her body to his as if not even one molecule of air could separate them. Fiona had forgotten all time and reason, she didn’t even care what day it was, nor the fact that both of them were going to be significantly late for work. She loved him and that was all that she needed to know.

((ooc: Alright so I only just realised the film ‘Cold Comfort Farm’ has both a young Kate Beckinsale and Rupert Penry-Jones in it, twas lovely! Hope it’s alright about the work thing, I figure neither of them have looked at the clock and are completely oblivious to the fact that they have to get to work? Just thought it could be funny, them scrambling to get to work (if you wanted, if not I can edit that bit) and both of them coming in late, when they are never late?))