lush ✘ and if the man can't dance he gets no second chance

[heyeresque]

Bellamy is not sure at what point the night began to slide sideways out of his control, but he's confident that when he reassesses in the cold, sober light of day it'll absolutely not be his fault.

Case in point, he leans against the front door of his Chelsea flat and pats himself down with one hand for his keys...which aren't there, meaning they're still in the inner pocket of Nic's jacket. Nic, who was meant to be the designated driver this evening and instead is the reason that he had to call Hasi from a hotel in London and request a rescue; Cypra would either be busy or laugh too hard, he explained. Nic, who decided to go ambling off with other friends after Bellamy turned in and will be all the more difficult to get a hold of until probably late tomorrow afternoon.

"Hasi," he says, admirably clearly for his inebriation, "I have a small problem."

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[norea]

"Aww, verbal berating, my favorite." She smiles up at Bellamy, mild.

[heyeresque]

"I don't think Nicolas is ever going to admit I'm not seventeen any more," Bellamy says, laughing quietly, as he pockets his phone again.

[norea]

"Familial privilege," she says, sighing, "it's just the way of things. However accidental it was, I'm glad you came by. Afternoon laziness is more fun with company, even if I fell asleep on you- sorry about that, by the way, I hope it didn't bother you."

[heyeresque]

"No, it's fine," he assures her, sliding down onto the seat of the sofa proper with one knee still hooked over the arm. "You weren't there long enough to put my arm to sleep."

[norea]

"I'm probably going to sleep soon..." She drums fingertips on the sofa back, watching him sidelong- she grins, sudden and slight. "Are you going to put me to bed before you go?"

The last place he needs to be is in her bedroom.

[heyeresque]

"I think you can probably handle that," he says, a little (barely) dry. "Nic won't be far away."

[norea]

"Always keeping me just at arm's length," she teases, "you're like a lion tamer."

[heyeresque]

"We're still getting to know each other," he protests amiably, "in my experience it's usually a while before I get to see the inside of my friends' bedrooms."

This may just be because they're super English, who knows.

[norea]

"Well, I don't believe in doing things by convention," she says, and because he did it to her twice, she reaches up to try to mess up his hair - and maybe tug just slightly to see how he reacts. "All the best things happen in the bedroom. That's why it has its own balcony."

[heyeresque]

Bellamy jerks his head backwards when she tugs- mostly to get away from her hand, but, perhaps not entirely. "Your bedroom sounds better than mine. In mine, I get sexually harassed by a persian cat and not enough sleep."

[norea]

"Fair's fair," she tells him, bratty again, and raises her eyebrows. "You do sometimes look like you could use more sleep, but I wasn't aware of the persian cat menace- how was my sofa for you?"

[heyeresque]

After giving this question due consideration, he says, "I think I actually missed having a cat in the small of my back."

[norea]

"Aww," she laughs, leaning back a little, "tell you what, if you end up doing this again, you can have my bed. I'm sure Zabi will temp for you, if you somehow get lonely."

Madam.

[heyeresque]

"Drustan would never forgive me for that kind of feline infidelity," he declines, "though he has no problem at all being unfaithful to me."

[norea]

"Then I guess we'll have to find you something other than Zabi to keep you company," she hmms, playfully, rising from the sofa and readjusting the fit of his jacket. "I'm going to make a drink, come into the kitchen and help me before your cousin gets here."

[heyeresque]

Sucking on his teeth, briefly, Bellamy ducks a nod and tries to look less like he thinks his life has taken a turn for the pleasantly bewildering. "I don't suppose this could involve coffee?"

[norea]

"Sure, although I'm making lemonade." She puts coffee on, though, setting that to percolate while she acquires lemonade, vodka, and a tiny container of honey.

(He hasn't been around her enough to know how much she drinks- not bingeing, but like a near-constant background noise.)

[heyeresque]

Like background noise, it'll probably build up in his awareness sooner or later; Bellamy is paid not to miss details. "I'll have to keep Nic out of here or he'll start drinking again." He's kidding. ...well, mostly he's kidding.

[norea]

"He doesn't get my sofa, in that case- I'm very selective," Hasi says, solemnly, and manages to get honey on her hands. Oops. She sighs. "I always forget to do this- Bellamy, do me favor, undress me? Please?"

She tilts her head at him, solicitous. "Just the jacket, I mean. I don't want to get it all messy and sticky."

[heyeresque]

The pause is Bellamy trying to decide whether or not that was deliberate.

"Sure. Make fists, or you're just going to get it in the sleeves-" yes, she probably knows that already, but he's obliging and without even a cock-eyed protest.

[norea]

She obliges, and the way they're positioned means that her back is to his chest once the jacket is tugged mostly off. Hasi tips her head back against his shoulder, hair tousled, breathing deep enough that he can see the rise and fall of her chest and throat--even if her phrasing just before wasn't intentional, this certainly is, but it's quiet, too, so that she can meet his eyes and use silence to her advantage.

"Thanks," she says, sotto voce, and shifts against him- arching up onto her toes without moving away to decrease friction- as though noting their height difference with mild amusement. Not a lot of men are so much taller than her! It makes a wonderful excuse. "Black coffee again?"

[heyeresque]

"Friendly," he notes, wryly, tugging the jacket free of her entirely and stepping away entirely naturally to fold it over the back of a kitchen chair; if it weren't for his remark, a less observant person might think he really was oblivious. Hasi presumably isn't that silly even if he hadn't said a word. "Black coffee. I'm a man of simple tastes."

Which explains the ridiculous dragon jacket, sure. (He didn't wear that last night, he'd never have parted with it today.)

[norea]

"Nature of the occupation," she says, demurely, and rinses off her hands before she goes to make their separate drinks. "I either have it black - straight and hard and strong - or so sweet it's practically candy and you could have it for dessert. Lots of whipped cream."

[heyeresque]

"Whipped cream is a terrible thing to do to a defenseless cup of coffee." He probably wouldn't like it much in bed, either, but that's not the conversation they're having. Right?

Of course, Bellamy drinks coffee more because he doesn't get enough sleep than because he's particularly attached to the way it tastes.

[norea]

"By terrible you obviously mean 'delicious'. What about caramel?" Hasi is not really a 'food in the bedroom' kind of a person. Although she does wear honey-flavored body shimmer! Bellamy presumably is currently unaware of this, however.