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bellabelgium ([personal profile] bellabelgium) wrote2012-11-04 11:19 pm

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[ It's growing darker and darker outside her window as the sun slowly starts to sink low behind the roofs of houses and beyond the horizon. It's cold out, she can see the trees almost looking as though they're shivering in the cold. Her garden hasn't been winterized either-- he's gonna kill her for that.

Or at least he would if he would get here already. She understands that he had an emergency meeting to attend to but he's LATE and the food is getting cold and the candles are gonna go out and she's getting more and more nervous about her gift for him and, well-- she can't remember the last time she was like this for Sinterklaas. ]
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[personal profile] handelaar 2012-11-30 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[i might be pointing and laughing at you right now]

[it's a very loving pointing and laughing]

[anyway]

Wouldn't drink it that fast if it was beer.

[Yes it is a very beautiful set up and yes he is still going to bitch about the lack of beer. There's no heat in it, though.]
handelaar: (derpa derpa let's play chill)

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-03 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Wh-

[Complaints are cut off by the magic of cheek kisses! So he blinks and sets down his glass, starts cutting into the food and wonders if she'll make fun of him if he mashes any of it together.]
handelaar: (trade negotiations get me going)

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-07 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Just did.

[As he shoves a forkful into his mouth to keep from smirking at her.]
handelaar: (gimme a light)

wow this sure got lost in the inbox

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-11 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well that just makes him grin a tight-lipped grin - tight-lipped because he doesn't want to grin food at her. Gross. After a swallow he shrugs and spears his fork into something.]

Pointless.

[... or maybe he just thought that because he wanted to be here. Huff.]

Coulda waited until tomorrow.
handelaar: (pic#4233448)

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-11 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Not me.

[Grumble grumble.]

Guess someone couldn't make it tomorrow.

[Yeah he did not pay a lick of attention at that meeting.]
handelaar: (gimme a light)

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-12 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[He huffs and throws her a look like "oh, come on" because there's plenty of other stuff that matters and he'll start listening them just to be an ass and prove his point.]

...

[Or just. Shove his fork into his mouth so that he doesn't and she doesn't get pissy with him. But the thought is there!]
handelaar: (Konijn van 'Olland)

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-12 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[And of course he's way too stubborn to take the beer. Nope, she wanted wine with dinner, they're drinking wine... even if he drinks it like he's never heard the word "sip" before in his life. She might wanna slow him down unless she just wants him smashed tonight.

Except now he's on a roll talking about ice skating.]

One-a the laces on my skates broke, had t'buy a new pair - [A huff, followed by - Hey. Idea.] We should go skatin'.

[ :D ?? ]
handelaar: (why the hell is austria already here)

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-12 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[For a second he looks absolutely confused before he gives his head a few shakes, no.]

Not right now. 'Cause - [he ticks off the reasons on his fingers, leaning back in his seat] - I don't have skates, ain't cold enough outside, kinda drunk, it's nice here.

[That finished, he reaches over to his nearly-empty glass of wine and uses far too much caution in attempting to sip it. Still frowns to himself when he can't pick out "notes" or whatever she was talking about.]
handelaar: (heard the word profit)

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-12 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[He blinks at that and shoots her a look, raising a brow. Wasn't she telling him to slow down? Hell, maybe she wants him drunk. Fine by him. But then she says the magic words and he forgets all about his wine glass, leaning forward in his seat with one forearm across the table.

Other things, tell him.]
handelaar: (derpa derpa let's play chill)

assuming she's wearing a skirt :V

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-14 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even if he wasn't well on his way to drunk his eyes would snap straight down as she crosses her legs. So he's trying to catch a peek, what of it. It's just them, no reason to act like that's not exactly what he's doing. To his credit it doesn't take long for him to meet her eyes again. The way she says dessert helps. He raises a brow. Dessert, huh.

Of course then she's talking about gifts and he takes to that just as eagerly. The bed he can take or leave - that's her thing -



... um.

Well then.]

I - not like. [He licks his lips and takes a second to recover, props his head against his hand.] Just sex.
handelaar: (brooding)

MY POWER WENT OUT LAST NIGHT.

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-17 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
....

[There's a pause while he actually thinks about it. Mm. Mmmmm. Shrug.]

Prob'ly not. Depends.
Edited (because angry.gif) 2012-12-17 14:44 (UTC)
handelaar: (moving along now)

it did again last night AEP what are you doing

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-18 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Another shrug and he starts playing with the stem of his wine glass.]

If we - [can? get sidetracked? go back to sleep? have breakfast? go ice skating?] - wanna. I guess.
handelaar: (derpa derpa let's play chill)

Pretty sure they've gotten that repeatedly at this point.

[personal profile] handelaar 2012-12-18 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey! Huff. It's no laughing matter here. He actually looks slightly put out and there is a pun here and I am not going to make it.]

Ah - yeah.

[Wow he is an awkward individual about sex with her, even after this long.]