"As fetching as you looked running up stairs in my shirt you're here enough you should feel at home."
She'd been more non-committal than he'd have liked on that point. He decided she might not be picking up on -why- he wanted her to keep some things around. So, Ambrose pushed. When didn't he push? It was along the lines of 'if they don't understand you, speak louder'.
Letting her re button his shirt Ambrose was about to make another decision, what they were going to do tonight. It seemed to him that he made a lot of decisions with Belle around, ordinarily he didn't mind and he did like being right, but Ambrose was starting to feel like he was talking to himself sometimes.
Knowing he had a habit of hearing what he wanted to hear, at least that's what he'd been told, Ambrose wanted to test his theory and changed his mind again.
"Lets go to DC and get dinner. I think congress is in session."
Porcupine Lessons (Private: Attn Ambrose))
Ysabel opened her sleepy eyes and looked around at a sight that was becoming familiar. A brass bed, definitely not her own. Familiar beige carpet on the floor, sheets in earthy colors. The two nightstands on either side of the king-sized bed. A bit of color in a pool of deep red and gold on the floor... her dress, she realized with a muzzy smile.
She was nestled in Ambrose's arms, a place she was coming to know well. She shifted gently, careful not to disturb him as he snored lightly beside her. Tenderly lifting one of his arms, she slipped out from his unconscious embrace and settled the blanket back over him before the draft woke him.
Ysabel padded, shamelessly nude, into the living room. She turned toward the little bar and turned on the coffeemaker, feeling a little thrill of pride in her newfound coffeemaking skills. A few nights ago she'd prevailed upon Dayle to teach her the mysteries of making coffee and she was eager to treat Ambrose. She knew he liked it strong... hopefully Dayle's idea of strong and Ambrose's ran along similar veins.
It had been almost a week since they'd met at Heolfor and since then they'd been nearly inseparable, save for Ysabel's spending time with Dayle and starting her new job. Ysabel had only managed to convince Ambrose to navigate the stairs to her rooms once, but she didn't mind spending her days with him in his rooms. She did feel a little guilty about taking up space in Heolfor and not using it as much as she'd intended.
Looking around, though, she smiled. She liked Ambrose's suite. Ysabel frowned as her eyes fell upon the dining room table, which was hopelessly cracked right down the middle. Apparently it hadn't been built to hold their weight. She ought to buy Ambrose a new one. A sturdier one.
When everything was set and working properly (she thought), Ysabel returned to the bedroom and lifted the blanket, turning onto her side to face Ambrose. Nuzzling her nose to his and leaning in a bit, she brushed her lips over his and proceeded to wake him with a series of light, gentle kisses.
((ooc: Coffeemaking skillz courtesy of the twin!))
Ambrose
18 years ago
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel kissed Ambrose's chin as she finished buttoning his shirt. "I do feel at home," she said hesitantly. That was surely a figure of speech. Ambrose and subtlety weren't usually synonymous; he couldn't have actually meant for her to regard his suite as home. If he wanted her to stay with him on a more... regular basis, he'd certainly have said such. "You make it very comfortable for me to spend time with you here." Hadn't he gone out and bought her a lovely white wine when she'd mentioned she enjoyed it? Surly he may be, but Ambrose showed he cared in ways that weren't always immediately obvious.
Of course, what he said next took her aback. DC? Dinner? Congress? She showed nothing on her face but her usual calm expression. However, she was starting to think something was very wrong. Not only did Ambrose eat about as often as she did, which was almost never, but DC was quite the drive and congressional discussions were not generally Ambrose's entertainment of choice, any more than old artsy black and white movies were.
Admittedly confused by Ambrose's sudden indecisiveness, Ysabel thought for a moment and decided to fall back on good manners. She herself was fairly decisive, but she didn't often express her opinions, and she wasn't about to go out on a limb now. So manners dictated she should simply acquiesce and support.
"I suppose we could do that," she said, the smile never leaving her face. "Isn't it a bit odd for Congress to be in session this time of night? And will we need a hotel room, or can we get there and back before dawn?"
Of course, what he said next took her aback. DC? Dinner? Congress? She showed nothing on her face but her usual calm expression. However, she was starting to think something was very wrong. Not only did Ambrose eat about as often as she did, which was almost never, but DC was quite the drive and congressional discussions were not generally Ambrose's entertainment of choice, any more than old artsy black and white movies were.
Admittedly confused by Ambrose's sudden indecisiveness, Ysabel thought for a moment and decided to fall back on good manners. She herself was fairly decisive, but she didn't often express her opinions, and she wasn't about to go out on a limb now. So manners dictated she should simply acquiesce and support.
"I suppose we could do that," she said, the smile never leaving her face. "Isn't it a bit odd for Congress to be in session this time of night? And will we need a hotel room, or can we get there and back before dawn?"
Ambrose
18 years ago
Ambrose suddenly felt very... twitchy. He could deal with her being agreeable when he wasn't thinking about it but now that he noticed just -how- agreeable she could be he wasn't sure what to make of it. It might explain why they hadn't had a fight yet, but Ambrose did like a good fight now and then. It kept things going and let him know he wasn't dead.
At this point he could either pursue the 'move a few things in' topic or cringe that she was actually considering going to DC for dinner. What if he said he wanted to fly to LA and see a Lakers game? No doubt she'd agree to that as well. Ambrose sat down heavily on the bed.
"Pick one."
He was used to people, men, women, children, etc having opinions. He didn't always agree and he would tell you so in no uncertain terms if he didn't; but, she was a sharp woman she had to have an opinion. In the long run Ambrose wasn't certain if he could deal with someone who always agreed with him. It certainly couldn't be healthy for the agreeable one, always repressing and going along with everything.
At this point he could either pursue the 'move a few things in' topic or cringe that she was actually considering going to DC for dinner. What if he said he wanted to fly to LA and see a Lakers game? No doubt she'd agree to that as well. Ambrose sat down heavily on the bed.
"Pick one."
He was used to people, men, women, children, etc having opinions. He didn't always agree and he would tell you so in no uncertain terms if he didn't; but, she was a sharp woman she had to have an opinion. In the long run Ambrose wasn't certain if he could deal with someone who always agreed with him. It certainly couldn't be healthy for the agreeable one, always repressing and going along with everything.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Like a deer caught in a fold, Ysabel was certain something was up, particularly when Ambrose moved past her to sit on the bed. She wasn't certain what it could be though. Hadn't she been polite and agreeable and as well-mannered as she knew how? Ysabel was by no means stupid, but it hadn't yet occurred to her that she was seeing a man who might actually want her to give her honest opinion, however contradictory.
"Pick one? Me?" She looked at him from where she still stood across the room, at a loss. Frankly, if he were to give her the choice, she would have chosen to see her barn, check in on her tenants, and come back here to watch a movie in or something until they went to visit Dayle. But that option hadn't even been presented.
"Whatever you want is fine. I really don't have a preference." The expression on his face told her immediately that that was the wrong thing to say, but she didn't know why. Did he not have faith in his own ability to choose an activity for them? She didn't think that was the case. He wanted something from her but she couldn't tell what.
Ysabel moved hesitantly towards him, all of a sudden very unsure of the gesture. Had he changed his mind somehow about her? She'd been discarded before, she thought with a little pang. She settled on the floor before him, dress spread out prettily arond her, unaware of the significance of such a submissive pose.
The look on her face was genuinely distressed, though, as she turned it up to him. "I don't understand. I think you're angry with me, but I don't know why, Amber."
If he would explain it to her, then she could fix it. But she didn't know what he wanted, so she looked at him beseechingly, anxious and worried.
"Pick one? Me?" She looked at him from where she still stood across the room, at a loss. Frankly, if he were to give her the choice, she would have chosen to see her barn, check in on her tenants, and come back here to watch a movie in or something until they went to visit Dayle. But that option hadn't even been presented.
"Whatever you want is fine. I really don't have a preference." The expression on his face told her immediately that that was the wrong thing to say, but she didn't know why. Did he not have faith in his own ability to choose an activity for them? She didn't think that was the case. He wanted something from her but she couldn't tell what.
Ysabel moved hesitantly towards him, all of a sudden very unsure of the gesture. Had he changed his mind somehow about her? She'd been discarded before, she thought with a little pang. She settled on the floor before him, dress spread out prettily arond her, unaware of the significance of such a submissive pose.
The look on her face was genuinely distressed, though, as she turned it up to him. "I don't understand. I think you're angry with me, but I don't know why, Amber."
If he would explain it to her, then she could fix it. But she didn't know what he wanted, so she looked at him beseechingly, anxious and worried.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Why wouldn't she pick one? It was a simple choice, three absurd options or suggest something better. It wasn't rocket science and everyone had opinions. Ambrose didn't know what to make of her always being so agreeable.
"No Belle you've got a preference."
When she settled on the floor in front of him Ambrose cringed. He didn't want to upset her but he didn't want her like this either. He wanted her on her feet with an opinion and occasionally telling him he was an ass or at the very least completely wrong.
He stood, snatched up his can and crossed the room; he needed some space or he'd start yelling and that wouldn't help any one. Even with the little extra space he was a little more clipped than he needed to be.
"Tell me what -you- think."
"No Belle you've got a preference."
When she settled on the floor in front of him Ambrose cringed. He didn't want to upset her but he didn't want her like this either. He wanted her on her feet with an opinion and occasionally telling him he was an ass or at the very least completely wrong.
He stood, snatched up his can and crossed the room; he needed some space or he'd start yelling and that wouldn't help any one. Even with the little extra space he was a little more clipped than he needed to be.
"Tell me what -you- think."
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel watched with her usual calmness as Ambrose got as close to zipping away as he could. Behind her placid expression she was a knot of confusion and worry. Why did Ambrose want her to choose something... out of three ridiculous activities? And of course she had a preference, but she wasn't used to giving it.
A little part of her stubbornly resistant mind was catching onto his meaning, but it was slow in coming. It made her feel depressingly dull-witted, compounded with the shame she felt from the fact that the normally physical Ambrose seemed to be doing his utmost to put every barrier in the room between them. Suddenly very self-conscious, Ysabel did the unthinkable - she fidgeted. She unfolded her hands and actually plucked at the trim on her dress.
Looking down at her hands she was appalled to discover that she was also getting teary-eyed. Ysabel was usually very difficult to upset and she normally handled difficult situations by becoming cooler and more formal... not by crying! She didn't really know what Ambrose was asking of her though.
She made it worse by giving an unconscious little sniffle, turning her head away so Ambrose wouldn't see her face.
"I think..." She started to say something and then realized it would only anger him further. Perhaps she should go, but it wasn't in her nature to run away. Sleep on it, yes. Run from it, no. "I don't know," she managed to murmur, but she didn't know if Ambrose heard her.
A little part of her stubbornly resistant mind was catching onto his meaning, but it was slow in coming. It made her feel depressingly dull-witted, compounded with the shame she felt from the fact that the normally physical Ambrose seemed to be doing his utmost to put every barrier in the room between them. Suddenly very self-conscious, Ysabel did the unthinkable - she fidgeted. She unfolded her hands and actually plucked at the trim on her dress.
Looking down at her hands she was appalled to discover that she was also getting teary-eyed. Ysabel was usually very difficult to upset and she normally handled difficult situations by becoming cooler and more formal... not by crying! She didn't really know what Ambrose was asking of her though.
She made it worse by giving an unconscious little sniffle, turning her head away so Ambrose wouldn't see her face.
"I think..." She started to say something and then realized it would only anger him further. Perhaps she should go, but it wasn't in her nature to run away. Sleep on it, yes. Run from it, no. "I don't know," she managed to murmur, but she didn't know if Ambrose heard her.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Something inside of Ambrose twisted uncomfortably, it was probably along the lines of guilt for having upset her. He couldn't admit it or acknowledge it for what it was though. He was, however, very perplexed by her reaction to all this; fidgeting, tearing up, turning away, these weren't characteristic of his Belle. Which only served to frustrate him more.
"Yes you do know."
Even to his own ears that sounded sharp and he winced. This was not getting any better.
Taking a deep breath he came back to her side, there was no way he was going to sit on the ground so he took her hands and moved her to sit beside him on the bed. With some effort he found a softer voice, more encouraging and patent, rather like gentling a colt, in this case it was more a filly than a colt, but the idea was the same.
"Just tell me what you think."
"Yes you do know."
Even to his own ears that sounded sharp and he winced. This was not getting any better.
Taking a deep breath he came back to her side, there was no way he was going to sit on the ground so he took her hands and moved her to sit beside him on the bed. With some effort he found a softer voice, more encouraging and patent, rather like gentling a colt, in this case it was more a filly than a colt, but the idea was the same.
"Just tell me what you think."
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel expected Ambrose to yell, so when he came back over and sat on the bed, pulling her up with him, she regarded him with some apprehension. She already felt worn out, the gamut of emotions taking its toll.
It finally sank in all the way that Ambrose actually wanted her opinion. Ysabel felt her brow knit; it was so different from what she was used to. She stared at him blankly for a few long moments while that idea filtered through. She was somewhat at a loss. Her ideas for the evening must certainly differ from his. They'd been spending so much time together she hardly knew what he amused himself with when left to his own devices.
Ysabel had no idea how long it would take for Ambrose's miraculously newfound patience to wear thin, so she folded her hands back in her lap and looked down.
"I should tell you I'm not used to this," she said suddenly, although she hadn't expected those words to come out. She wanted him to understand though. "I know you like me for who I am, and I think had I been a bad person in the last six hundred years you would like me now just the same, but those six centuries still had their impact."
Ysabel regarded him calmly, once again in control of herself. "My job in life was to be a wife," she said softly, "and in those times, a wife was to be obedient and subservient to her husband in every way. Just one lifetime would be enough for that to become habit, Ambrose, but I wasn't married just once."
She looked away, the glance conveying her shyness again. "I was married eleven times. Eleven different husbands, eleven different personalities, and my task was to figure out what each one liked and how each one wanted me to behave, in the hopes that their favor would bring fortune and lands to my family, and an inheritance when they passed away."
Ysabel didn't really want to know what might be on Ambrose's face at this point. For all she knew he didn't want a girlfriend who'd been married eleven times in the past. "I don't know how to do what you're asking," she said with a note of pleading. "It isn't natural to me to disagree or be less than accommodating."
Ambrose wasn't wrong though, she realized. Her hesitance to speak her mind could only be a detriment to her if she was going to contribute to her clan. She hadn't known how much so until now. She bit her lip gently.
"I will try to do as you want. But Amber, women weren't supposed to think when I was younger. We were simply to dance and serve and be pretty and complacent."
Even now she knew she still sounded as if she were trying to please him. Of course she was, but she thought she understood what he wanted. She understood it in terms of the clan, but why Ambrose wanted her to be that way confused her. Perhaps she didn't understand men as well as she thought.
Not wanting to lecture or bore him, she just fell silent again, her hands itching to fidget with her gown again but restrained by will.
It finally sank in all the way that Ambrose actually wanted her opinion. Ysabel felt her brow knit; it was so different from what she was used to. She stared at him blankly for a few long moments while that idea filtered through. She was somewhat at a loss. Her ideas for the evening must certainly differ from his. They'd been spending so much time together she hardly knew what he amused himself with when left to his own devices.
Ysabel had no idea how long it would take for Ambrose's miraculously newfound patience to wear thin, so she folded her hands back in her lap and looked down.
"I should tell you I'm not used to this," she said suddenly, although she hadn't expected those words to come out. She wanted him to understand though. "I know you like me for who I am, and I think had I been a bad person in the last six hundred years you would like me now just the same, but those six centuries still had their impact."
Ysabel regarded him calmly, once again in control of herself. "My job in life was to be a wife," she said softly, "and in those times, a wife was to be obedient and subservient to her husband in every way. Just one lifetime would be enough for that to become habit, Ambrose, but I wasn't married just once."
She looked away, the glance conveying her shyness again. "I was married eleven times. Eleven different husbands, eleven different personalities, and my task was to figure out what each one liked and how each one wanted me to behave, in the hopes that their favor would bring fortune and lands to my family, and an inheritance when they passed away."
Ysabel didn't really want to know what might be on Ambrose's face at this point. For all she knew he didn't want a girlfriend who'd been married eleven times in the past. "I don't know how to do what you're asking," she said with a note of pleading. "It isn't natural to me to disagree or be less than accommodating."
Ambrose wasn't wrong though, she realized. Her hesitance to speak her mind could only be a detriment to her if she was going to contribute to her clan. She hadn't known how much so until now. She bit her lip gently.
"I will try to do as you want. But Amber, women weren't supposed to think when I was younger. We were simply to dance and serve and be pretty and complacent."
Even now she knew she still sounded as if she were trying to please him. Of course she was, but she thought she understood what he wanted. She understood it in terms of the clan, but why Ambrose wanted her to be that way confused her. Perhaps she didn't understand men as well as she thought.
Not wanting to lecture or bore him, she just fell silent again, her hands itching to fidget with her gown again but restrained by will.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Huh, he really didn't know what to make of that. Why would any one want a woman to be bland and uninteresting. More to the point he didn't know how anyone could deal with that for six hundred years. And wait a second did she say eleven husbands.
"Eleven?"
That wasn't important, it was and it wasn't. Eleven? And how could her family do that to her? It wasn't fair to squash a person's spirit and personality for profit.
Shoving that to the back of his mind he concentrated on how even in this answer she was striving to be agreeable and please him. Perfect, from here on out he'd worry that even her disagreeing with him would be part of her trying to please him. This would apparently be a challenge and a half.
"Maybe we can let you catch up with the times here. I want my Belle, not what she thinks I want. And if anyone can give you pointers on how to be ornery..."
"Eleven?"
That wasn't important, it was and it wasn't. Eleven? And how could her family do that to her? It wasn't fair to squash a person's spirit and personality for profit.
Shoving that to the back of his mind he concentrated on how even in this answer she was striving to be agreeable and please him. Perfect, from here on out he'd worry that even her disagreeing with him would be part of her trying to please him. This would apparently be a challenge and a half.
"Maybe we can let you catch up with the times here. I want my Belle, not what she thinks I want. And if anyone can give you pointers on how to be ornery..."
Ysabel
18 years ago
"But Ambrose, I don't think I like being ornery!" Ysabel said spontaneously. It was probably the most disagreeable thing she'd ever said and she wasn't sure if she should chastise herself or pat herself on the back. "Really, I like pleasing people. You especially. I know I should learn to speak my mind more. I'll try, I promise. But you might have to accept sometimes that I really don't have a preference!"
She could certainly try to be less agreeable, if that was what he really wanted. But would he accept that she did want to be agreeable, for the most part? What an ironic situation. He wanted her to be more opinionated, but by attempting to be more opinionated she was really just agreeing with him anyway, which was the crux of the problem to begin with.
Suddenly the entire situation seemed utterly absurd. Ysabel felt a chuckle bubble up and covered her mouth, but she kept laughing anyhow. She paused long enough to explain her fit to Ambrose, but Ysabel couldn't stop.
She could certainly try to be less agreeable, if that was what he really wanted. But would he accept that she did want to be agreeable, for the most part? What an ironic situation. He wanted her to be more opinionated, but by attempting to be more opinionated she was really just agreeing with him anyway, which was the crux of the problem to begin with.
Suddenly the entire situation seemed utterly absurd. Ysabel felt a chuckle bubble up and covered her mouth, but she kept laughing anyhow. She paused long enough to explain her fit to Ambrose, but Ysabel couldn't stop.
Ambrose
18 years ago
They really were going to have their work cut out for them if that was the first thing she was going to say on the subject. At least she was giving him some direction and telling him that she liked to please people.
"And I like it when you tell me what you want."
He tried not to laugh with her, but it was hard not to. It was an absurd situation, her being disagreeable to be agreeable. Giving up he laughed with her. He'd just have to nudge her for an unguarded opinion more often.
Unable to stop himself he kissed her, her mouth was so inviting when she laughed like that.
"Now, what do -you- want to do tonight?"
And are you going to explain how you lived with elven husbands? He decided to leave that subject for another night.
"And I like it when you tell me what you want."
He tried not to laugh with her, but it was hard not to. It was an absurd situation, her being disagreeable to be agreeable. Giving up he laughed with her. He'd just have to nudge her for an unguarded opinion more often.
Unable to stop himself he kissed her, her mouth was so inviting when she laughed like that.
"Now, what do -you- want to do tonight?"
And are you going to explain how you lived with elven husbands? He decided to leave that subject for another night.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel felt her worry melt away, mostly, when Ambrose joined in and laughed along with her. She gave a little squeal of surprise into his kiss and then returned it wholeheartedly, throwing her arms around his neck and clinging just a bit.
And there they were, back to the topic that had started the whole thing. Ysabel was momentarily tempted to ask Ambrose how long he thought it would take to drive to DC, but she thought better of it... he might be in a good mood now, but prickly as she was she didn't want to send him right back into a bad one. And besides, hadn't she just promised to work on giving him her opinion?
Snuggling back up against him she thought for a moment. "I know we've been doing pretty much the same thing all week," she said hesitantly, "but... maybe more of the same?" Ysabel hadn't quite had enough of the leisure of spending the entire day attached to Ambrose. "I also thought we might drop by my barn, and I can introduce you to the horses. Then maybe we can stop by and see Dayle. And then come home."
She looked at him as if expecting his approval or critique of her very first opinion.
And there they were, back to the topic that had started the whole thing. Ysabel was momentarily tempted to ask Ambrose how long he thought it would take to drive to DC, but she thought better of it... he might be in a good mood now, but prickly as she was she didn't want to send him right back into a bad one. And besides, hadn't she just promised to work on giving him her opinion?
Snuggling back up against him she thought for a moment. "I know we've been doing pretty much the same thing all week," she said hesitantly, "but... maybe more of the same?" Ysabel hadn't quite had enough of the leisure of spending the entire day attached to Ambrose. "I also thought we might drop by my barn, and I can introduce you to the horses. Then maybe we can stop by and see Dayle. And then come home."
She looked at him as if expecting his approval or critique of her very first opinion.
Ambrose
18 years ago
More of the same. Another day, under other circumstances he would have made a suggestive comment. He and Ysabel had been rather close lately...
She still hadn't changed her dress Ambrose noted as she snuggled up against him. It was just an idle passing thought and he pulled her into his lap.
Already he was pleased with her decision making skills, that was better than any of his ideas. He'd like to see her property and especially the horses.
"Its a plan. Did you want to drive?"
Ambrose was fairly certain Belle didn't have a car, of course she could drive his truck. No reason not to, as long as she stayed on the right side of the road.
She still hadn't changed her dress Ambrose noted as she snuggled up against him. It was just an idle passing thought and he pulled her into his lap.
Already he was pleased with her decision making skills, that was better than any of his ideas. He'd like to see her property and especially the horses.
"Its a plan. Did you want to drive?"
Ambrose was fairly certain Belle didn't have a car, of course she could drive his truck. No reason not to, as long as she stayed on the right side of the road.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Being pulled onto Ambrose's lap was generally on top of Ysabel's list of priorities these days, and she certainly put up no resistance but relaxed into his warm embrace with a happy sigh. If he insisted on snuggling her in his lap like this, it would be hours before she could be convinced to get up and go out.
"Oh no, I couldn't drive, we don't have a car yet." Besides, Ysabel couldn't fathom driving with Ambrose there. Some things just wouldn't change overnight.
It didn't occur to him that he was offering to let her drive his truck until a moment later. She felt her eyes grow a bit wider and smiled a bit. She loved the truck. Just being a passenger was fun but it hadn't occurred to her to try driving it herself. She'd loaded horses into trailers before, but she had always been driven along behind and had never been up in the cab.
She kissed him lightly, her arms hanging loosely around his neck. "Did you mean for me to try driving your truck? I think... I would like to eventually, but perhaps not tonight. Can we save that for next time?"
Rome wasn't built in a day, after all.
"Oh no, I couldn't drive, we don't have a car yet." Besides, Ysabel couldn't fathom driving with Ambrose there. Some things just wouldn't change overnight.
It didn't occur to him that he was offering to let her drive his truck until a moment later. She felt her eyes grow a bit wider and smiled a bit. She loved the truck. Just being a passenger was fun but it hadn't occurred to her to try driving it herself. She'd loaded horses into trailers before, but she had always been driven along behind and had never been up in the cab.
She kissed him lightly, her arms hanging loosely around his neck. "Did you mean for me to try driving your truck? I think... I would like to eventually, but perhaps not tonight. Can we save that for next time?"
Rome wasn't built in a day, after all.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Ambrose had never been overly protective of her transportation. When he’d ridden, that was one thing, you had a relationship with a horse, everything since then wasn’t something he worried much about. He was more interested in her curiosity, her desire, however reserved, to drive his truck. Not that he wanted it smashed up, but Ambrose had no reason to think Belle hadn’t learned to drive.
“I think that can be arranged.”
He didn’t really remember learning to drive, it just sort of happened as the technology advanced. It would be more fun to teach Belle.
“I think that can be arranged.”
He didn’t really remember learning to drive, it just sort of happened as the technology advanced. It would be more fun to teach Belle.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel beamed a smile at Ambrose. He'd made his wishes known but he wasn't going to push her. She liked that, and she resolved to try not to be quite so reserved, at least around him. She slid off his lap with a little bounce and kissed him once more on the lips.
"I've never driven anything as big as your truck," she said. "Maybe next weekend." She offered another few kisses, tempted to cancel any sort of going out in favor of locking themselves in the bedroom, but she resisted.
"Let's go. I'll change and call Dayle!"
She trotted lightly to the doorway, turned and motioned to Ambrose happily, and headed out to her own suite.
((ooc: Ysabel out))
"I've never driven anything as big as your truck," she said. "Maybe next weekend." She offered another few kisses, tempted to cancel any sort of going out in favor of locking themselves in the bedroom, but she resisted.
"Let's go. I'll change and call Dayle!"
She trotted lightly to the doorway, turned and motioned to Ambrose happily, and headed out to her own suite.
((ooc: Ysabel out))
Ambrose
18 years ago
Ambrose was tempted to grumble at her leaving his lap and the gentle kisses rather made him want to toss her back on the bed and start the evening over. But, Belle was too quick for him and had gotten to the door before him.
“Next weekend it is then.”
Now he was going to grumble. If she was going to change that meant she was going upstairs. Of course it would probably be worth the trip, if nothing else her rooms had an excellent view, especially if she were dressing in them.
He gave Ysabel an extra minute or two while he retrieved wallet and keys and then decided to tackle the stairs, hoping to catch her at an opportune moment. Opportune for him that was.
((OOC… Ambrose out lock please))
“Next weekend it is then.”
Now he was going to grumble. If she was going to change that meant she was going upstairs. Of course it would probably be worth the trip, if nothing else her rooms had an excellent view, especially if she were dressing in them.
He gave Ysabel an extra minute or two while he retrieved wallet and keys and then decided to tackle the stairs, hoping to catch her at an opportune moment. Opportune for him that was.
((OOC… Ambrose out lock please))