http://illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2011-09-28 12:44 pm

Autumn forgot 'em and painted 'em bright


When; Backdated to the afternoon of 27th September
Rating; PG-13ish until/unless specified otherwise?
Characters; Lucy and Neil
Summary; It's just the weather for apple-picking! So Neil is giving this how-does-date-girl thing another try.
Log;




Neil arrives at the store in torn jeans and an old t-shirt, but hopefully he can be forgiven, inasmuch as today's activity is outdoorsy and active. He is also wearing a sheepish grin, and carrying a large wicker basket.

He takes a moment to steel himself, whispering words of encouragement to himself, and then pushes through the door.

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucy has been nervous, snappy, moody girl all day because of anxiety. She may understand how boys work but that doesn't mean she understands how dating works. Or maybe the problem is that she thinks she understands how dating works and in general, it doesn't turn out well for her.

A good deal of her nerves kind of disappear when she sees Neil though and that's a sign she's probably going to choose to ignore at the moment because it'll turn into a vicious cycle of anxiety and freaking out. She's dressed casually (http://www.polyvore.com/lucy-apple_picking/set?id=37578288), for Lucy and she gives him a big grin, bouncing up on the balls of her feet a moment. She doesn't much care how he's dressed for something like apple picking. Maybe if they were going to a ball, she'd be more picky.

"Hey, just let me grab some lip gloss and I'm ready." She opens a drawer and rummages in it for a second then pulls her lip gloss out and shoves it in one of her pockets.

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
She notices the appreciative look at the store and it's nice because the store is a big part of her. A lot of her went into it.

"Thank you. I like the holey jean thing you've got going on." She takes his hand, glances back at the store to make sure everything is in order then looks back to Neil. "I figured apple picking was a jeans sort of affair. Less looking up my skirt, more staring at my butt. Speaking of..." she makes a show of leaning back to look at his butt then looks back at him with a mischievousness smile. "Yeah. Good jeans."

She can't actually go five minutes without attempting to make him blush.

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-09-29 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
She's pretty gleeful getting such a good blush out of him. She walks along beside him, swinging their hands between them. Occasionally she catches him looking at her but mostly because she's casting glances at him.

"So why apple picking? Have you done it before?"

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-09-30 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucy listens to him with a smile. "Steph is your sister? Is she older or younger?" And then she notices the ladder and the blanket. Okay so maybe the ladder was already there but the blanket lets her know that Neil planned this ahead of time, which makes it about a 100 times more awesome. She looks over at him with a big grin then throws her arms around him in a hug. "Thank you."

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
That grin just keeps getting bigger. Her jaw is going to hurt at this rate. "You brought cake? That officially makes you awesome."

She moves over to the blanket and sits down, waiting for him to join her before she speaks again, appropriately sober now.

"You could still go home, Neil. All of this would just be a memory and you wouldn't miss anything."

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
If he keeps doing things like this, she's totally going to keep falling head over heels for him. She's also going to have to find someway to reciprocate.

"I would eat cake all the time."

She watches him, biting her bottom lip as she does. Sometimes she listens to him and looks at him and it's a bit hard to believe there's not a catch. "You really do like it here better than you do home."

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-10-03 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The fancy dessert forks are appreciated. Lucy's from the South. Dishes and forks and things like that mean something. Sort of a 'it's the thought that counts' kind of deal. He stole borrowed dessert forks because he thought of it ahead of time and wanted things to be nice. It's a good gesture that makes her smile. Also, definitely no harm done in Lucy's opinion.

She pulls her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees as she listens to Neil. When he meets her eyes, she holds his gaze for a moment then looks down to her feet. He's part of what's made the City better for her and that's still a very scary thing. She bites her bottom lip and leans forward, kissing him on the cheek.

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
She rests her forehead against his temple, eyes closed for a moment, absolutely aware of the falling feeling she's come to associate with him. He makes her feel like she's something-someone-awesome, amazing and a little unreal in a very good way. It's overwhelming and while it's a good thing, it's also a scary thing: something that Lucy is still struggling with.

All of this means, she's going to have to do something to break the moment before it scares her into taking twelve steps back. If Neil is looking at her, she gets this little mischievous grin half a second before she licks all the way up his face from jaw to cheekbone. There's a lot of giggling involved.

Hee! no problem

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-10-10 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
His reaction makes Lucy laugh, tilting her head back and leaning into him.

"At least I'm not boring. Or that's my motto anyway."

She reaches up to wipe his face with the edge of her sleeve.

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-10-11 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I think so too." She snuggles up closer to him, leaning against him. She picks up a plate, cuts the point of the cake off and holds it up to him. "Bite."

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-10-15 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Now I just need a tiara and a throne since I've already got the personal taste tester." She grins at him and takes her own bite of the cake, closing her eyes as she does and making approval noises.

"Incredibly yum. The Evil Stepmother should have poisoned cake instead of an apple. Not that the apple didn't get the job done."

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-10-16 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Neil Nordegraf, show up with a tiara and it's possible you'll be stuck with me for the rest of ever. Proceed with caution."

She'll share another bite with him. Clearly two pieces of cake means that both should be shared and eaten one slice at a time.

"I have a theory. Snow White was diabetic so no one ever told her about chocolate or cake. Fruit was the bomb as far as she was concerned."

[identity profile] mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com 2011-10-17 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Paying Attention is a good thing. Its one of her favorite things about him. He listens and he acts on what he hears. It's kind of a rare quality in her personal experience.

"IDK. It can't be like a new disease though, can it? Or maybe it is, and it's a conspiracy. The fruit farmers got together with the artificial sweetener companies and created this whole disease that would make them money." She takes another bite of cake.

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