Post by Hayden on Mar 21, 2015 13:29:52 GMT -6
He was probably the most normal of them all and even though he wasn't actually blood born Corbin, he had been exposed to all the madness just the same. Madness that would drive the lesser mind to destruction, yet this man had the faculties to keep a level head even if it meant working hard at it. He was honest, hard working, tried to live his life to the fullest with keeping healthy and regular exercise while maintaining what was mostly nine to five employment so what possessed him to continue going home to where his equal opposite resided with him? Silver car in the driveway, the younger brother of the World champion slips out and straightens his suit with its silver shimmer and locks the door with a push of a button before heading up the path to the front door.
She’d not been “home” long. Long enough to shower, change and exchange a few messages with Vina. They’d shared a laugh over the hot young “talents” she’d brought back from her joyride. Actors they said, well she could certainly tell them where their performance needed more work. Smothering the smile before it formed entirely Helena pouted at her reflection. She was bright eyed, for all appearances sober. She had a high tolerance for this shit now, didn’t she? She hadn’t done anything stronger than Paracetamol since lunch. Part of her was screaming, her nerves all on edge, but she kinda liked that feeling. Sometimes she found herself toying with it, holding out until she really couldn’t take anymore. Applying a clear gloss to her lips, she ruffles her hair letting the blonde waves fall around her face. Her make up was minimal, her dress simple, short and clinging to all the right places. It had been a long day, another Corbin style bitchfit she could do without. She’d heard the car pull up. With a final check of her face, powder had a nasty habit of hanging around all day. She turned just in time to see him walk through the door. None the wiser he greeted her with a smile. He was exhausted, mentally mostly. He drops his keys on the table near the door and heads further in.
James: You look pretty.
Helena: Always do. You look knackered.
James: You try talking to the criminal and mentally insane for a day!
He guffaws and walks over to her to wraps his arms around her waist and closes in for a kiss. The kiss was brief, and he was wearing her lip gloss by the end of it. She chose to ignore his comment. He could have been describing her or her “bestie” with that summary. He moves away to remove his suit jacket and hangs it on the rack, loosening his neck tie.
James: So, you off somewhere? You been somewhere? How was your day?
Playing with her hair she watched him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Helena: Hmm, maybe I just wanted to look pretty for you?
She could lie to him if she needed, but she enjoyed the game of not telling him anything incriminating while not actually lying. It meant there were less holes for her to fall into later. He wasn’t stupid, not by any stretch, he was just sometimes so very blind to the obvious.
James: Am I really that lucky a guy?
Helena: You could be.
James: What have I done to deserve this? Or do you have a guilty conscience, eh?
Helena: Oh puhleez darlin’, we both know I don’t do guilt. You paranoid, joking or just taking the piss? Cause I gotta tell you, your chance to get lucky is fading by the second.
James: I'm just playing. No need to get all serious on me. I spend all day doing that.
Pouting, she eventually smiled at him.
Helena: Fine, so what were you getting all serious about today? Anything fun?
James: You know I don't like to bring my work home. Unlike the rest of my...our...family, I prefer to keep personal and professional entirely separate. By the way, you better have left me some of those boost balls I left in the fridge.
Helena: Haven’t been in all day, darling. Everything’s exactly where ya left it.
James: Ooh. Have fun?
She couldn’t hide her laughter at the question, but it could have been innocent enough. Couldn’t it? Taking a seat on the arm of a chair, she adjusts her skirt as she shuffles on her makeshift seat. It still wasn’t quite respectable, but it was close enough.
Helena: Yeah…..caught up with some old friends, some newer friends and went for a wander.
All innocent enough unless you knew the old friends had been her dealer and Davina, and she’d screwed one of the new friends a few hours before. The wander had been innocent enough, she’d picked up more smokes. He didn’t hate that habit yet, or at least not as vocally as he had the others. He kicks off his shiny shoes and shuffles over the carpet in his socks towards a seat of his own.
James: I'm glad you've got friends out there. It's good to get out and interact with other people.
Helena: I had enough of solitude when Evalyn stuck me in that place….
James: I know. Must have taken so much not to break in there.
Helena: She could have done worse though, right? Just makes me appreciate my freedom more.
James: What do you plan to do with that freedom though?
Moving from her seat, she smiled brightly as if the thought hadn’t even occurred to her. It probably hadn’t, life was to be lived not planned. Sitting herself in his lap, she slipped her arms around his neck.
Helena: I don’t plan, I just go with the flow. We can’t all have our heads on straight Mr lawyer man.
James: No but we see every day and at close range at what happens if we don't.
He slides his arms around her waist.
Helena: Maybe……What are your plans? Not that you really do that whole free time thing or anything.
James: I do sometimes but too much of it just leads to a lack of structure if you're not careful. Routine is not a bad thing.
Helena: If you say so darlin’.
James: I do but right now I have all the free time I like for the rest of the evening. What do you wanna do?
Helena: What are my options?
James: I'm not Eva. I don't dictate what you do and when, sweetheart.
That was true, Eva would have seen through her right now and disapproved her all the way to hell. Or whatever it was that god awful attempt at intimidation meant these days. Trailing kisses along his neck she pulls away, leaning back in with a peck on the lips.
Helena: You have been doing the ol’ nine to five though hun. You gonna make me feel guilty for stealing the little time you have free? You don’t need to tell me what to do, just what you’re up for.
James: Well, when you put it that way...
Meeting his lips, she deepens the kiss, his hands moved to pull her closer and for the moment she lets him. His tie was gone, and she’d undone most of the buttons on his shirt before they came up for air. Breathless, she leans back admiring the view her handiwork afforded her. There was something to be said for living clean and healthy apparently. Somehow he’d unzipped her dress, something she only noticed when he trailed a finger along her shoulder and dislodged the strap. Shivering as the fabric brushed her skin she moved back, catching her dress before it fell. Smirking she turned around, knowing full well he’d follow her anywhere right now. Wrapping his arms around her waist, she tilts her head as his lips move down her neck and across her shoulder. Turning quickly enough to throw him off guard, she holds onto the belt she’d undone earlier and pulls him with her. Shedding his shirt, he closes the distance between them picking her up and holding her against him. Their kisses become frantic, lips seeking out flesh to taste, hands searching and exploring. Somehow Helena had let her dress slip away entirely, it was distracting enough for James that his attention was now entirely fixed on making sure everything else slipped too.
Helena: Shit….wait Jamie. I was supposed to do something.
James: What? Now? Can't it wait?!
Helena: No! It’s important and I’ll forget. I need you to sort a passport for me.
Trailing a finger down his chest very slowly, she stops just at his waistband.
James: What's wrong with yours?
Helena: It’s not for me……it’s for a friend.
James: Oh. Well, is this really important, like, right now?
Helena: No, but if you promise you’ll help me sort it later we can get back to right now.
James: Geez, okay I promise now come here already.
Smiling brightly she does as she told, part of her wondered what else she could have made him agree to. It was probably a wasted chance, but as his lips found hers and they impatiently moved towards his bedroom, she lost the ability to care.
James Taylor
She’d not been “home” long. Long enough to shower, change and exchange a few messages with Vina. They’d shared a laugh over the hot young “talents” she’d brought back from her joyride. Actors they said, well she could certainly tell them where their performance needed more work. Smothering the smile before it formed entirely Helena pouted at her reflection. She was bright eyed, for all appearances sober. She had a high tolerance for this shit now, didn’t she? She hadn’t done anything stronger than Paracetamol since lunch. Part of her was screaming, her nerves all on edge, but she kinda liked that feeling. Sometimes she found herself toying with it, holding out until she really couldn’t take anymore. Applying a clear gloss to her lips, she ruffles her hair letting the blonde waves fall around her face. Her make up was minimal, her dress simple, short and clinging to all the right places. It had been a long day, another Corbin style bitchfit she could do without. She’d heard the car pull up. With a final check of her face, powder had a nasty habit of hanging around all day. She turned just in time to see him walk through the door. None the wiser he greeted her with a smile. He was exhausted, mentally mostly. He drops his keys on the table near the door and heads further in.
James: You look pretty.
Helena: Always do. You look knackered.
James: You try talking to the criminal and mentally insane for a day!
He guffaws and walks over to her to wraps his arms around her waist and closes in for a kiss. The kiss was brief, and he was wearing her lip gloss by the end of it. She chose to ignore his comment. He could have been describing her or her “bestie” with that summary. He moves away to remove his suit jacket and hangs it on the rack, loosening his neck tie.
James: So, you off somewhere? You been somewhere? How was your day?
Playing with her hair she watched him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Helena: Hmm, maybe I just wanted to look pretty for you?
She could lie to him if she needed, but she enjoyed the game of not telling him anything incriminating while not actually lying. It meant there were less holes for her to fall into later. He wasn’t stupid, not by any stretch, he was just sometimes so very blind to the obvious.
James: Am I really that lucky a guy?
Helena: You could be.
James: What have I done to deserve this? Or do you have a guilty conscience, eh?
Helena: Oh puhleez darlin’, we both know I don’t do guilt. You paranoid, joking or just taking the piss? Cause I gotta tell you, your chance to get lucky is fading by the second.
James: I'm just playing. No need to get all serious on me. I spend all day doing that.
Pouting, she eventually smiled at him.
Helena: Fine, so what were you getting all serious about today? Anything fun?
James: You know I don't like to bring my work home. Unlike the rest of my...our...family, I prefer to keep personal and professional entirely separate. By the way, you better have left me some of those boost balls I left in the fridge.
Helena: Haven’t been in all day, darling. Everything’s exactly where ya left it.
James: Ooh. Have fun?
She couldn’t hide her laughter at the question, but it could have been innocent enough. Couldn’t it? Taking a seat on the arm of a chair, she adjusts her skirt as she shuffles on her makeshift seat. It still wasn’t quite respectable, but it was close enough.
Helena: Yeah…..caught up with some old friends, some newer friends and went for a wander.
All innocent enough unless you knew the old friends had been her dealer and Davina, and she’d screwed one of the new friends a few hours before. The wander had been innocent enough, she’d picked up more smokes. He didn’t hate that habit yet, or at least not as vocally as he had the others. He kicks off his shiny shoes and shuffles over the carpet in his socks towards a seat of his own.
James: I'm glad you've got friends out there. It's good to get out and interact with other people.
Helena: I had enough of solitude when Evalyn stuck me in that place….
James: I know. Must have taken so much not to break in there.
Helena: She could have done worse though, right? Just makes me appreciate my freedom more.
James: What do you plan to do with that freedom though?
Moving from her seat, she smiled brightly as if the thought hadn’t even occurred to her. It probably hadn’t, life was to be lived not planned. Sitting herself in his lap, she slipped her arms around his neck.
Helena: I don’t plan, I just go with the flow. We can’t all have our heads on straight Mr lawyer man.
James: No but we see every day and at close range at what happens if we don't.
He slides his arms around her waist.
Helena: Maybe……What are your plans? Not that you really do that whole free time thing or anything.
James: I do sometimes but too much of it just leads to a lack of structure if you're not careful. Routine is not a bad thing.
Helena: If you say so darlin’.
James: I do but right now I have all the free time I like for the rest of the evening. What do you wanna do?
Helena: What are my options?
James: I'm not Eva. I don't dictate what you do and when, sweetheart.
That was true, Eva would have seen through her right now and disapproved her all the way to hell. Or whatever it was that god awful attempt at intimidation meant these days. Trailing kisses along his neck she pulls away, leaning back in with a peck on the lips.
Helena: You have been doing the ol’ nine to five though hun. You gonna make me feel guilty for stealing the little time you have free? You don’t need to tell me what to do, just what you’re up for.
James: Well, when you put it that way...
Meeting his lips, she deepens the kiss, his hands moved to pull her closer and for the moment she lets him. His tie was gone, and she’d undone most of the buttons on his shirt before they came up for air. Breathless, she leans back admiring the view her handiwork afforded her. There was something to be said for living clean and healthy apparently. Somehow he’d unzipped her dress, something she only noticed when he trailed a finger along her shoulder and dislodged the strap. Shivering as the fabric brushed her skin she moved back, catching her dress before it fell. Smirking she turned around, knowing full well he’d follow her anywhere right now. Wrapping his arms around her waist, she tilts her head as his lips move down her neck and across her shoulder. Turning quickly enough to throw him off guard, she holds onto the belt she’d undone earlier and pulls him with her. Shedding his shirt, he closes the distance between them picking her up and holding her against him. Their kisses become frantic, lips seeking out flesh to taste, hands searching and exploring. Somehow Helena had let her dress slip away entirely, it was distracting enough for James that his attention was now entirely fixed on making sure everything else slipped too.
Helena: Shit….wait Jamie. I was supposed to do something.
James: What? Now? Can't it wait?!
Helena: No! It’s important and I’ll forget. I need you to sort a passport for me.
Trailing a finger down his chest very slowly, she stops just at his waistband.
James: What's wrong with yours?
Helena: It’s not for me……it’s for a friend.
James: Oh. Well, is this really important, like, right now?
Helena: No, but if you promise you’ll help me sort it later we can get back to right now.
James: Geez, okay I promise now come here already.
Smiling brightly she does as she told, part of her wondered what else she could have made him agree to. It was probably a wasted chance, but as his lips found hers and they impatiently moved towards his bedroom, she lost the ability to care.
James Taylor
