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Hot Cars, Good Food, Fast Dancing. ((Open))

Drev drove them to the Mazda dealership on the out skirts of town and they took a few minutes to look around while waiting for a salesman. Wren spotted the little silver sports car from across the lot and headed over, Drev in her wake. It was perfect, like chocolate and a bubble bath perfect, and it screamed her name. She opened the door of the top-down convertible and slid into the felt-like-butter leather seat.

"Oh, Drev this is it. What is it?"

Wren looked around for the name and found MX-5 etched into the dash just about the glove compartment. As she was fingering all the little buttons, a man in a light gray pin-stripe suit approached.

"Hello! Welcome Ben Livitz Mazda. I see you've decided to check out the Miata MX-5. This is a lovely little machine, and might I say you love perfect in it ma'am."

Wren rolled her eyes and gave the man her best I-can-bullshit-as-well-as-you smile.

"I'd like to test drive this one."

"Sure thing, Miss. Let me go grab the keys and you and I can take her around the block." The man oiled his way back inside and Wren grinned up at Drev.

"If this thing drives as great as it feels on my ass, I'm buying it."

Milazo 18 years ago
Drev snickered at her comment. "The thought of having hot monkey sex in the middle of a restaurant doesn't turn you on, Sugar Pie?" The smell of warm bread made his mouth water. He'd always associated that smell with 'coming home' even though he rarely felt he had a home. He'd had a home with Abigayl all those years back, but since then he's been a wanderer.

Until now.

Now he had his own permanent place, he wasn't on tour anymore, he didn't feel the need to get out of town all the time. He had someone to share his day with, to hang out with, to have fun with.

Damnit, why did all this have to be so... confusing? After seven hundred years, a guy should be able to sort out what's going on in his own fucking head, shouldn't he?
Wren 18 years ago
She lifted her eyebrow at that one. He's called her some cutesy names before, but Sugar Pie had to top the list. She thought about kicking him under the table, but then he wouldn't be able to dance with her. So she chose a less violent approach.

"No, honey bun, I can't say that it does."

She sipped from her wine. "What does appeal to me is a nice dinner, great dancing and perhaps a little chat with that cute guy at the bar. Look at the hair on that guy, like he just stepped off the beach. Not bad huh?"
Milazo 18 years ago
Drev followed her eyes to the bartender. A surprisingly strong jolt of jealousy exploded in his chest, and he had to swallow past the desire to reach out with his mind and rip the guys hair out strand by strand. Instead, he forced a smile and turned back to Wren.

"I s'pose, though I'm not really into the surfer-type. Want me to set you up with him?" He took a sip of wine, bit into another roll, and hoped she wouldn't notice the anger burning just beneath the surface of his ice-blue eyes.
Wren 18 years ago
"Well, they aren't good for much more than rubbing sun screen on your back, and standing around being eye candy. Though he makes for good eye candy."

Wren shrugged and sipped from her wine. "I think I'll pass on Mr. I-spent-more-time-on-my-hair-than-my-date-did. He doesn't look like he'd be much of a dancer anyway."

Wren waggled her eye brows at Drev and grinned. His eyes and jaw looked a bit tight, and she was afraid she may have pushed it all a bit too far. She wasn't sure where their relationship was heading but she didn't want to kill it before it even stood up and walked. Which meant a change of subject was in order.

"I'm going to look for realtors tomorrow. Any recommendations?"
Milazo 18 years ago
"Realtors?" Drev was caught a little off guard by the change of subject. Apparently Wren was dropping the surfer boy thing, but the male animal inside Drev still considered him a viable rival. He was a little disturbed by the strength with which the jealousy had gripped him; he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt those claws.

Was there a danger of Wren leaving him? What if she becomes attracted to another guy? Would she still live with him if she was seeing someone else? Would he let her live with him?

"You're going psycho, Calo. You need to chill out and just let it flow. Things've been going alright so far, haven't they? Just relax and take it one step at a time."

He gave himself a mental shake and shoved those thoughts aside.
"Uh, yeah, I have info for a bunch at home. I don't really have much experience with them, though. This condo is the first place I've actually owned. And since I paid for it all up front, I didn't have to go through all the loan junk. But I'll help you through it if you want." He smiled at Wren and let himself relax again. A moment later, their waiter arrived with their food.
Wren 18 years ago
Wren had thrown him for a bit of a loop, but it was better than making him upset. She didn't really like rocking anyone's boat. What interested her the most about Drev's reaction to the surfer was that it meant his feelings were deeper than he let on and that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Thank you." She smiled at the waiter, then put her napkin in her lap, and began to move the salad around in her bowl with one of the three forks at her place setting.

"I'd like that, Drev. I don't know anything about realestate. I was assigned to school housing, then moved into a girlfriend's apartment as she was moving out. I just don't want to get screwed because I look and sound like the mid-west farmer's daughter that I am."

She grinned. "Well, technically I'm a mid-west mechanic's daughter." Wren slid a forkful of lettuce and chicken into her mouth.
Milazo 18 years ago
Drev grinned as he ate his mostacolli. Enzo knew how to make a damn fine plate of pasta.

"A mechanic's daughter... I can't imagine you ever thought you'd be... where you are today, hm?" He'd almost said 'dating a rock star' but he wasn't sure how she'd react to that. Are they dating? Drev wasn't even sure. He never really was good at labelling relationships. Of course, most of his relationships only lasted a few nights, so he hasn't really had much practice.
Wren 18 years ago
"Hmm, finally catching a bad guy and date...um sleep...living with a, um, you. No I can't say I had that in mind."

She put another bite of salad in her mouth to shut herself up. 'No I can't way I was planning anything that's happened to me. I was hoping for a studious life in college then making it into a company somewhere and dancing until I was too old or too broken. Ah, isn't it great the way life throws curve balls at you?'

She gave Drev a smile and sipped from the wine the waiter had paired with her salad.
Milazo 18 years ago
Drev smiled and ate his dinner for a few silent moments. After a few bites, he said, "Are you content with... this?" He didn't look up at her; he just kept eating his dinner, though now it was just something to occupy his hands and make it seem like it wasn't such a big deal to him. He couldn't remember the last time he was so concerned about someone else's happiness.
Wren 18 years ago
Wren's hand paused briefly on it's way to her mouth. She finished the motion and put her fork down. As her hands moved to her napkin and dabbed at her lips her mind raced. 'Ok, how do I play this? Should I pretend he means the restaurant? No that's just a cop out. But is he asking me if I'm content with our relationship or our living arrangements? What if I say yes and things never change? But if I say no he might take it the wrong way.

Alright Wren, pull it together and answer him.'
"Content with what Drev?"

'There, now he can't misconstrue that, can he?'
Milazo 18 years ago
"Well, so much for breezing by...."

Drev finished chewing and cleared his mouth with a sip of ice water.
"With where your life is." He shifted a little bit in his chair. He wanted to say more, but didn't; it would probably end up sounding like he was trying to show off his money and influences. He was pretty sure Wren knew he wasn't in this for some twisted kind of self-validation. But cynicism can creep through even the tightest cracks.
Wren 18 years ago
Wren put another forkful of salad in her mouth and thought very carefully about her answer. She chased the salad down with a sip of wine and brushed her fingers across her napkin. She was careful to keep her eyes on his as she spoke.

"Yes and no, Drev. I had completely different plans for my life. I did not expect to be in a city half way across the country from my family, or living with a man, or dealing with the horror of Marcus, or thinking about buying and running a dance studio at nearly twenty-three.

In the last six months I have learned that I am a stronger woman that I thought possible. I have a passion inside me that is so intense that sometimes I feel like I'm going to burn up from the inside out. I have found a person who believes in me and wants to be with me, not for what I can give him, but simply because of who I am.

I have discovered an entire new world here in this bustling place and I find myself home. This is not what I had planned, but I like where I am, and I can only think of one change I want to make."

Wren gently cleared her throat and sipped her wine. She felt suddenly nervous and couldn't figure out what to do with her hands.
Milazo 18 years ago
Drev listened very closely, making sure to keep his swirling emotions off his face.

"...one change..."

He tried not to let himself think about that too much; the thought of what she might mean scared him and excited him.


"What would that be?" he said carefully, trying to keep his voice level and calm.
Wren 18 years ago
Wren finally put her hands in her lap and began to fidget with her napkin. She looked down at her fingers and sighed. She should just keep this to herself, but her relationship with Drev was nothing if not totally honest. She'd shared her entire dirty past with him. She should not be this frightened to share her future as well. She could do this, and say it the way it sounded in her head. He would not turn away. He might shut her down, but he would not turn away. Wren took a very deep breath.

"I would change the way I feel about...about..." She looked up and knew her eyes showed exactly what she felt, and that fear and desire were right up there on top. "You."
Milazo 18 years ago
The look he saw in her eyes confused him. He didn't know what to make of what he saw there, and wasn't sure he wanted to.

"You got yourself into this," he heard himself say. Maybe he did have a good idea of what was on her mind, but it didn't comfort him at all. There were so many consquences, so many possibilities; they all scared the shit out of him. One possibility thrilled him, but to get there would be a very, very rocky road that he wasn't sure either of them could get through.

He took a deep breath, but didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. It was probably best to keep his mouth shut right now, anyway. He took a long sip of wine, wishing it was Scotch or JD. When his eyes rose to meet hers again, he hoped he still had his poker face on.


"How would you change it?" he asked in a smooth voice. He dreaded her answer, but he very much needed to hear it.
Wren 18 years ago
Wren took a long drink from her wine as she waited for Drev to answer. His words weren't exactly what she'd been hoping for, but she'd used the same trick just a few minutes ago and she was the one that brought this up and it was up to her to finish it.

"I know you don't want more from our relationship than what we have now. I would hazard to guess that you don't have more than friendly feelings for me. But Drev, I've tried. I've really, really tried, but I can't seem to keep my heart from losing control. If I could change that, or change how you feel, then yes, I think I would be content with my life right here and now."

She stopped, sighed, and took a drink of wine, emptying her glass.
Milazo 18 years ago
This was quickly getting out of control. Drev felt like someone was about to pull his chair out from under him. He had a thing about not being in control, and this situation was quickly losing any semblence of being under his control.

Drev took a deep breath.
"I just want to be make sure I understand you fully. You want... us... to be more than just 'roommates with benefits'?
Wren 18 years ago
Wren waited for the waiter to fill her glass and leave before she spoke. She'd lost her appetite and had pushed her plate away while she waited. When the man finally left she looked into Drev's eyes and swallowed. She could do this and be ok with his answers. 'No really.'

"Drev, I know that you don't want more from this, but I felt like I was deceiving you by not telling you how I feel. You and I have always been honest with each other, from day one there hasn't been any secrets between us. You know everything about me, and I just couldn't keep lying to you.

I don't know that I'm in love with you Drev, but I care very very deeply for you. And if you would be willing, I'd like to be more than your roommate-lover."
Milazo 18 years ago
Drev sat looking at Wren for a long while. His face and eyes were blank, but his mind was racing. He wanted to tell her that he felt the same way, but he wasn't sure he wanted to open that can of worms.

After a few moments, he spoke.
"My hesitancy isn't born out of lack of romantic feelings toward you, Wren." He took a deep breath. "Getting involved with a guy like me is a deeper plunge than you might imagine." Hopefully she'll take that to mean his celebrity and mafia affiliations. Which would be a concern certainly, but those both seemed like a mosquito bite compared to his 'big' secret.

Goddamnit, he didn't like this. He didn't like keeping such a huge secret from her, especially now. But he didn't want to turn her away, either. That was nearly unacceptable.

Drev stared into her eyes, searched them in the hopes that the answer lay within her striking gaze that so closely mirrored his own.


"I'm just... I guess I'm just afraid to hurt you, Wren. That's the last thing I want to do."

"But it's inevitable, Calo."

He reached across the table and took her hand. He felt that pull from her again, and he let out a sigh, followed by a chuckle.


"As long as we don't call each other 'snugglekins' or any such tripe.

Oh, and I want more hot monkey sex. At least three times a day."
Wren 18 years ago
Wren was at a complete loss here. She was truly expecting him to reject her and ask that things stay the same, but he had opened so much to her. He was scared for her. No man had ever been scared for her. Every man she had ever come in contact with, that wasn't gay or a teacher, hurt her and none had been afraid to do so.

Her heart soared and tears teetered on the brink of her lashes. She didn't want to cry, because she always felt so weak when she cried, and the last thing she wanted to do was feel week right now. She smiled a bright watery smile at him.


"I don't know if I can do three times a day, I might could swing one or two sessions of hot monkey sex, but the rest will have to be tame sloth sex. Oh and how do you feel about 'pooky'?"