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strangetrip2018-02-22 08:10 am
st_rikingblueeyes) wrote in strangetrip2018-02-22 08:10 am
[EP] A little fuss - OTA
Some time ago, Corbie had found a calendar and counted back from the spring equinox. And then ahead from the winter solstice. And settled on a date. And then she’d done it again the next day. And again the next, until she was finally satisfied that she’d correctly translated between calendar systems and definitely had the correct date. Caroline had caught her at it and pried it out of her that Corbie had been trying to figure out when her birthday was and, wheels turning behind her eyes, Caroline had left it there. And Corbie had forgotten all about it.
Which was how she could be surprised now as she was shunted into the cafe that Caroline had bullied cake out of Pike and had possibly bullied other people around the inn to come eat it.
Okay, that wasn’t fair. It was a kind gesture, since Corbie hadn’t told anybody. Hadn’t intended on telling anybody. Growing up, her birthday was only so big a deal. She and Gran hadn’t had very much money for presents or treats, though Gran had tried when Corbie was small; they were both always more concerned with having enough to get by. Birthdays were for rich kids. Or at least bourgeois kids. And then there was just the part where… well, what was the point? They were here. It made doing anything special for anybody kind of hard. If anybody cared enough.
… Okay, she was being entirely unfair, because here were two people who had cared enough and had tried for her and it was incredibly sweet.
Unexpected tears in her eyes, Corbie laughed and flitted to the café door, calling out to anybody in earshot. “Come help me eat cake!”
Which was how she could be surprised now as she was shunted into the cafe that Caroline had bullied cake out of Pike and had possibly bullied other people around the inn to come eat it.
Okay, that wasn’t fair. It was a kind gesture, since Corbie hadn’t told anybody. Hadn’t intended on telling anybody. Growing up, her birthday was only so big a deal. She and Gran hadn’t had very much money for presents or treats, though Gran had tried when Corbie was small; they were both always more concerned with having enough to get by. Birthdays were for rich kids. Or at least bourgeois kids. And then there was just the part where… well, what was the point? They were here. It made doing anything special for anybody kind of hard. If anybody cared enough.
… Okay, she was being entirely unfair, because here were two people who had cared enough and had tried for her and it was incredibly sweet.
Unexpected tears in her eyes, Corbie laughed and flitted to the café door, calling out to anybody in earshot. “Come help me eat cake!”
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Rather than answer with words, Corbie kissed him. First a sweet, soft kiss on the cheek, mingling gratitude and affection. She didn't know if she really had the words to explain how much she was used to being told no, how much she'd learned to just stop asking for things, stop wanting things if she could. Asserting herself and her desires when she didn't think she'd be heard was still new and frightening, especially when she wanted the person she was asking to like her.
He was telling her it was okay. That it would be okay. And while she'd need more time to really feel that... it was something.
And then a second kiss on the mouth, just a little longer and deeper than might have been appropriate at the moment, with a very different sentiment behind it. I want you so bad... but we're in public.
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Corbie's chuckle was lower and huskier than usual, which was almost answer enough to her own ears. "Oh, I'd like to. But I think I should talk to Coby while that idea's still fresh." And while she was just horny enough to push her through it but not so much that she got distracted.
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They must have looked entirely soppy and ridiculous from the outside, and it was that thought alone that got Corbie to slide off his lap after smiling and saying, "Yeah. Okay." Of course what part of her really wanted was to go do that right now, but she could keep her head.
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