New Neighbor
Nyra walked up the stairs to her stuido with two heavy canvas bags full of groceries. She skirted a ladder and toolbox as well as a huge metal something to get to her door. She peered up at the workman curiously. "Excuse me sir, I was wondering what you were installing. Is the skylight leaking?" she asked.
The workman did not even look down but continued to drill holes in the roof and attach bent pieces of metal to it. "Orders are to put a screen over this skylight to keep out the light as needed."
"What?!" Nyra almost choked on her disbelief. "Why would anyone want to cover up a skylight. Thats what it is there for, to let light in!"
"New neighbor ordered it." The workman nodded at the door to 26A. "Had to finish this up after I covered the windows in that unit."
"Cover up the windows?!" Nyra gasped. She quickly set her bags down and knocked on the door to 26A. While window coverings were the neighbor's own business, the skylight was not inside that unit. Hopefully there would be some reasonable way to request this stopped.
Her delicate knuckles rapped on the door loudly to overcome the sound of drilling the workman was making.

She looked down at her plate. "Because it seems I've devoured the amazin' plate of food."

Reaching into the fridge for the bowl of fruit she jostled her sculptures. Swiftly she let go of the fruit bowl and grabbed the cold wax as it tipped over. She listened to the splat of fruit hitting the floor and the tupperware bouncing but paid it no mind. Gently bringing out the piece in her hands she set it on the island and went back for the others, to check for damage. Once all three pieces were on the island she shut the fridge and inspected the works carefully.
There was only a few gouges from her fingers in the one that fell, and two squishes in the others from knocking together. She whipped out a butter knife from a drawer and began righting the damage, completely oblivious to her guest and the fruit on the floor.
((Piece descriptions found in the last post here.))

"If you want I can send one of the contractors over here to build you a shelf or something. I'd hate to see such lovely works of art accidentally damaged..."
She tried to catch Nyra's eye as the woman stroked the wax forms.
"You're an extremely attractive woman, Nyra. I wasn't jokin' when I said that the boys probably lined up for yer attentions. Even some women wouldn't be averse to spending... quality time with you."
Connie tried to keep a straight face, but she realized she was holding her breath, and let it out quietly.

Blushing at the woman's comments and at having spaced out over correcting her art she cleaned up the last few bits. She smiled at Connie as she put them back into the fridge, towards the back this time.
"Oh dont be silly. No one gives me a second look because I am so heavy. Men want waif's not sturdy women. Of course finding a good one is often the trick! I have contemplated looking for a 'wife' but no one has ever expressed an interest in me so..." she trailed off blushing. What a thing to say to someone you just met 'hi I am undesireable to everyone! Want some fruit? Oh and let me paint you naked too'. Barely restraining herself from banging her head against the fridge door and groaning she brought out the dip to serve with the fruit Connie had saved.
"I hope there is some unsquished fruit to dip with. Though this is so tastey I could eat it with a spoon!"

"Not all men want waifs. Then again, not all women want hard bodied studs like Tom Cruise or George Clooney." She dipped the morsel into the dip and held it up, shaking it in the air as if she were pointing her finger at Nyra.
"I hope you don't mind me sayin', but..." Her accent started to come out a bit more as she continued, "I think you're a right beautiful woman, and aside from bein' afraid of messin' up the start of a beautiful friendship, not to mention bein' completely unsure about how you'd react..."
She knew she was laying it on thick as she popped the melon into her mouth, and held it in her cheek to speak though it was slightly garbled, "I don't think I'd turn down the opportunity to bi..." She stopped talking to finish chewing, having realized what she almost said. She swallowed, and sensuously licked clean the little bit of dip that had dripped down her fingers, "Divert your attention with a lil kiss."

As the taller woman licked the dip off, Nyra decided to take advantage of this amazing opportunity. "Oh my. I think I will take you up on that offer on our next date. First dates are restricted to hugs, you know. Its not till the third where you let me paint you nude dappled with the sunshine." Smiling and waggling her finger at Connie, she felt very happy at the prospect of not only a new neighbor but a possible romance as well.
((Edit to erase a spelling error. *scrubs it out with a huge eraser* There all better!))

She tilted her head. "Would this be a first date? Or would the next one be the first? Does it even matter?" She started chiding herself quietly, "Of course it matters, Connie, especially since she has the order-of-things already worked out. Which is quite romantic, by the way." This last she said louder so that Nyra would know she was speaking to her.

"I think this is the first date." laughing and grasping the counter "I talk to myself also, way too much at times when others can hear me. Not sure about romantic but as I said, I dont know WHO gave the impression all artists are easy. I like to know someone is gonna stick around for breakfast before spending the night with them."
With a quizzical face she spoke in low tones. "Maybe its just me being too picky? Course people have always told me how naive I am. I really must pay more attention to others I guess." blushing and laughing, she shrugged at the other woman.
Plucking a rescued strawberry from the bowl she swirlled it through the creamy white dip and offered it up to Connie to nibble or take it from her fingers.

She leaned forward, eyes locked to Nyra's, her tongue slipping from between her lips the closer she got to Nyra's hand. A rivulet of the dip travelled down her finger; she leaned quickly to catch it, her tongue sliding slowly, langurously around the digit as she crested the plump little fruit. She pursed her lips and bit delicately into the tip, leaving a bit of the sweet essence and fruit between Nyra's fingers.
She'd wanted the whole thing, but, as she chewed, forced her fangs to retract. She probably would have bitten the girl's finger, and that would have put a bit of a damper on things.
She wriggled her lips and snaked her tongue back out trying to catch a bit of the juice that dripped from her lower lip.

She bustled about to hide her embarassment "I did not even offer you a beverage with dinner, how rude of me! Would you like anything to drink? I have water, sparkling water, several juices and some homemade lemonaide."

Nyra's offer of a drink spurred several responses, some more cheesy than the rest, so she simply said, "Whatever you're having is fine. And no, it's not rude; the wonderful experience of your wonderful company is refreshment enough."
It was out of her mouth before she could stop it. If she'd been alone or reading one of her trashy romances, she'd smack herself in the forehead for such a blatant "guy line".

She carefully left it on the counter in front of Connie, lest she be tempted to snatch the woman's hand up into her own. Slow and easy she kept telling herself, not wanting to frighten the other woman off with her forwardness.
Walking over to the beanbags she asked "Please sit down and lets get to know one another. Please, tell me what do you do that keeps you busy such odd hours?"

As they walked back to the beanbags, she answered, "Well, when I lived out west, I was a teacher at night school for an accounting firm. When I moved here, I found that Duibne Industries had an international accounting team, and they needed a new member, so I put in my credentials. Kind of helpful especially when my biological rhythm has been opposin' the world for so long."
Two hundred twenty years...

She settled gracefully into the chair and put her glass on the floor nearby.
"Its interesting the hours people keep. I am normally up with the sun and deeply asleep about this time. But there are days that I never sleep simply because a project wont let me. I can get very thrown off my schedule by those." Nyra resisted the urge to straighten her skirt or tug on her tunic, primping was not acceptable in front of the other person!
"As you can probably tell, I do art. Its all I have done since I was little, the short stint in college notwithstanding. I dont really have hobbies overmuch outside of cooking. Do you have any hobbies?"

"Your extended experience with art shows, dear. And cooking by itself can be one of those hobbies you could dedicate your life to, art or no. Myself, I do a lot of reading, visiting art galleries, taking in shows... Visiting museums and the like. I'm very much a history buff."

"Creating is more like mentally vomiting, sometimes its easy and you can walk away with just a quick brush of the teeth. Other times though it wrings you out and leaves you too weak to even pick up a brush." Covering her face with her hand "That may have been a bit TOO descriptive. My apologies."
"I do love history. Mostly of art of the specific time periods. Perhaps next time we could go view whatever is hanging in the Arch Museum of Art. You could point out where they stashed my paintings."
Leaning back and fiddling with her hair a moment she gathered her thoughts. "I am very pro-enviroment. My car is a hybrid prototype my father made, I recycle, shop second hand stores as well as being vegan. As I said my mother and grandmother are both artists. My father is an inventor, doing very well at it too. I dont even have any skelletons in my closet unless you count my grandfather, but I dislike talking ill of the dead."
"What about you? Family? Soapboxes? Skelletons?" she giggled.

"And 'barely legal'? I'm just slightly older than twenty one, thank you." Which of course was stretching the truth just a little..
"My own family... Two of my sisters died when I was very young. I was taken from home shortly thereafter, and have been in the States ever since."
That seemed easy enough; don't give too much, and maybe there wouldn't be too many more questions.

Reaching over she gently patted Connie's hand, "I am so very sorry about your family and home. You must be very strong to have weathered something at your young age and come out so kind and beautiful."

"Seriously, too, I did some writing, and even a little acting, but never anything too seriously. Couldn't keep myself focused on any one thing, moving around so much."
She stroked her thumb against Nyra's hand, still lying on top of her own as she said, "It's muchly kind of you to say, thank you. Sometimes it hurts a might bit to think of what I've lost, but then I realize how much I've gained without them, or maybe because of them, that it doesn't seem so bad."
Connie's gaze caught Nyra's, and she smiled bashfully. She really was super-easy to talk to. "You know, as an artist, you may not be 'easy', but you sure are 'easy' to talk to." Her brow furrowed briefly beneath her raven bangs as she said, "Though I reserve the right to decide whether you're easy or not, your own opinion of yourself notwithstandin'!"

A flush spread across Nyra's face at the compliments as she sat there transfixed by the other woman. No one had ever been so 'easy' with the compliments as well as being so sensuous. Even if she could not place the accent she was flustered by how steamy it was.