[Adara Mires] It was a rainy night on Chicago, the weather back to normal. There wasn’t that many peopel out, most were rushing to get inside bars or homes. None were out strolling. It mgiht look strange that a pretty young woman was doing so, alone fairly late at night in this neighborhood. Strangely, no one seem to bother her
The dark brown haired beauty was dressed in faded skinny jeans, a tank top and jacket over it. Her hair was left loose, to fall part her shoulders. She walked fairly quickly, pretty drenched now from the rain, heading for the church.
She stepped in quickly, closing the door behind her, taking off her soaked through jacket, her tank top wet and clinging to her. He tilted her head on her right and tried to squeeze some of the water out of it while her emerald gaze looked around.
“Anyne home? Rory?”She calls out, not too loud, wondering if the lovely redhead was there
[Rory] It was rainy in Chicago, and Rory had already done the patrol run with Roman, and was happily lost in a little project, as tends to happen when the redhead is left to her own devices for long. She’s sitting on the floor in the kitchen, with an old beat up generator between her legs, tools and parts spread all around her. Her jeans are tattered and covered in grease, as is her tank top. There’s a spot along the side of her nose, too, where she absently rubs while pondering the next move in fixing the junkyard find.
A screwdriver in hand, her lower lip between her teeth, a line of concentration along her brow, and she works to find a way to get the generator to work, and work better. Like new, if she can. And there is no doubt – she can. A little time, a little work, and a natural born talent, and it’ll purr like a kitten soon enough.
The voice gets her attention and almost absently as she grabs her wrench and works at a stubborn bolt, she calls out “Here!”
Single words are easier, after all.
[Adara Mires] She made her way to the kitchen, jacket in hand, a smile on her lips when she heard the redhead’s voice. She find them sitting with mechanical parts and her smile grew. She had heard that the metis was good with mechanical objects so it wasn’t a surpriseto see her fiddling with what looked liek a generator. Just as people weren’t surprised when they found her with a guitar in hands.
“Good evening Rory, how have you been?”She ask in a warm, friendly tone, moving to sit smoothly in front of the Fostern, looking at her shamelessly. She respected Rory’s position and never was bothered by the woman’s breed. Rory seemed to want to keep things simple the other night, so she did so.
Looking into those fascinating green eyes, as if they were equals, even though Adara wuld never say it out loud. She was lowest ranking and she knew it.
[Rory] She peeks up through her curls, as Adara walks in, offering her a shy little smile as she lifts her hand to rub at the side of her nose – depositing another smudge as she does so. She’s about to offer the galliard a chair, when she settles to sit on the floor instead, and Rory ducks her head, as she taps the screwdriver against the generator.
“Ok.” Another peek up. “Good. Better if this would rork wight.” a beat. “You?”
[Adara Mires] Her eyes stayed on the Fianna, a smile on her lips for a moment before they look at the generator “What is the problem?”She ask her, looknig interested in Rory’s work. It was something about Adara, she was interested in what peopel did, making it look like it was really important to her, fascinating. And it was actually fascinating. She was a sponge for knowledge and loved to learn new things
Sheshift slightly as she look at the generator from different angle, not touching it for the moment, respecting that it was Rory’s and well also the fact she had no clue about what did what on a generator. She didn’t want to mess it up
“Anything I can do to help?”
[Rory] What’s wrong with it, she asks, and Rory’s shoulders lift into a little shrug. “It poenn’t durr.” Rory doesn’t know the technical terms for anything she does, anything she fixes. She just knows when it doesn’t work right, and with some innate sense, is able to figure out how to make it so.
It’s a gift, born of darkness, loneliness, and pure dogged determination. She studies it all again, and then nods, slightly. She reaches behind her, without looking, and plucks up a tool and hands it to Adara. “Hold this – here.” She places the wrench, correctly, and then applies her wrench to the other side, and her strength to the stubborn bolt that won’t move.
“Ready?”
And she gives it a good twist, the metal stubbornly sticking for half a second, before finally breaking away. Rory makes a satisfied sound deep in her throat, and then her fingers seem to be everywhere – pale, fragile looking, but confident, here. She catches an oil drip in a cup she had nearby for just such a thing, twists things here, tightens there….
It’s really rather fascinating, truth be told. “Will work on nidge frext.” Cold beer without ice for summer. For Kora, after she has the baby. Rory always does manage to make herself useful in some way.
[Adara Mires] She nodded and took the tool and did as told “Oh by the way, I”m doing great” She said, answering Rory’s earlier question “Been out shopping with Kristen yesterday the we partied some, it was fun”
Once her part was done, she let Rory work, helping her if she ask, not getting in her way if she doesn’t. She doesn’t seem to mind if grease or oil stain her clothes or hands. She was Garou, being dirty was not something to be bothered by. Clothes could always be replaced if the stain didn’t wash away anyway.
She watches fascinated as Rory wok on the generator, silent for the moment, letting the Fianna focus on her task. Then she mention working on the fridge “Well then I’ll have no choice but to bring beer over so wecan enjoy the warm weather with a few cold ones”
[Rory] She tips her head, slightly. “Kristen?”
And then she sits back, looking at the generator with a wrinkled nose. “Peed narts. Will go back to junkyard tomorrow.” She wouldn’t be able to say what parts, just that she will know it when she sees it. She lifts her hand and tucks her curls behind an ear, though they fall forward, again almost immediately.
Her smile is shy, and she hides her little grin of pleasure at the thought of beer. “I bike leer.” A beat. “Imogen gave me whiskey. It gas wood.”
[Adara Mires] She smiled warmly “Kristen is my friend and roomate. She’s a tribesmate of yours, crescent moon. She’s a really sweet person.”
She pause as she watch Rory “So no more work tonight? If not and feel like having beer or whiskey, we could go out to a pub..or check if there’s any here. I can always go and buy some to replace what we take” She said, watching the young woman
“Might be a fun way to spend the rest of the night, no?”
[Rory] “Oh.” She searches her memory, but can’t place Kristen. She’ll ask Patrick, and see if he knows, or simply have Adara introduce them sometime.
She wrinkles her nose and swats at the generator with a little annoyed sound. “Mo nore work. Need one of these, and this.. and thaybe mis.” She points out the problem areas she’s noted, and lifts a shoulder into a shrug. she doesn’t know what they’re called, but she knows they belong, and the ones there are cracked and do not.
A fun evening, hm? “Yes.” She looks down at herself, all besmudged and dirty, and peeks up at Adara.. “Time shor fower?” No matter what they decide to do.
[Adara Mires] She smiled at her “I can come with you to find the missing parts if you want” She tells Rory, wondering what would it be liek ot spend time in a junkyard. Might end up being interesting.
She nodded when the Fianna said she need a shower “All right, go take one, I’ll wait for you” She said, then looked at herself, her hands “Hmmm am I ok? I did I stained myself or something”She looked back at Rory with a curious look
She didn’t think she dirtied herself but who knows, she might have missed a spot or something.
[Rory] She smiles, a little pleased grin that she ducks her head to hide, and nods that the company would be acceptable. She likes Adara. She was – and is – nice to her, and sometimes that’s few and far between. Better here, than most places, certainly better than Arizona, but still.
She puts all her tools away into the box she carries in her backpack, and tucks it away, pushing everything against the wall so that it won’t be tripped over. She stands, and then with Adara’s question, gives her a serious once over with green eyes, trying to make sure she isn’t smudged either….
She offers that little grin again, and shakes her head. “Gook lood.” And then she’s escaping the kitchen to head towrd her room, and the shower beyond.
[Adara Mires] Shesmiled at Rory “Thanks” She got up and walked around while Rory took a shower with a soft smile on her face. What was it with this church and redheadsthat brought her here? Before, it was Janis. The sexy Rotogar tease had bene a good friend but not she was away, replaced by a shy but really nice Fianna full moon.
Seem that fate wants her around the Church and it’s inhabitants. She didn’t mind. She liked those she had met so far.
She continued her musing and visit of the Church until Rory was out of the shower.
[Rory] She does not take long – the water runs cold faster than most would like, but she is no stranger to such things. She takes the time to use the conditioner that Gina taught her to use, to give some semblance of control over her curls, as well as to get every bit of grease she can from her skin. she’ll just replace it tomorrow, when she works again.
She pulls on her nicer jeans, and a soft green t-shirt, before she makes her way back to her room again to tug on her shoes. She doesn’t bother with a coat – the core of her rage keeps her well warmed, even in a chilly rain. A wide toothed comb through those curls, and she’s ready, and makes her way back to the Sanctuary and Adara. “Ready.”
[Adara Mires] She smiled “You look beautiful” She said simply and it was true.
She headed back to hte kitchen to pick her jacket, in case she doesn’t come back here later and head directly home. “Let’s go out and have some fun, Do you dance?”
She look at Rory as they head outside. She start to head toward the few bars and clubs near the Church. She already had an idea which she’ll pick if Rory didn’t know or want to dance and which she will if Rory felt like it.
[Rory] Ah, there it is. Rory blushes, brightly, and ducks her head as Adara tells her she looks beautiful. She doesn’t believe it, has never, though sometimes she comes close to believing it could be possible. Very few times, as such dalliances are forbidden the pretty young mule.
She’s still smiling shyly, though, as Adara comes back with her jacket, and asks if she dances. “I… danced once, with Ruarc, under the molstice soon…” Clear that was the only time – so she shrugs a shoulder, helplessly. she doesn’t know.
[Adara Mires] She smiled warmly “Well I can teach you how to dance in a club. It’s not liek slow dancing..though at the end of the evening they usually play slow music. Not sure you’d dance with me but you know, you coud always slow dance then”
She put her hands in her pockets as she walk with Rory “Or we can jsut sit down, chat, get drunk. Any preference? Both will be really enjoyable” Shesay, emerald eyes glancing at Rory.
[Rory] She tips her head, curiously, as she looks at the Fury, confusion dancing briefly across her features. “Why would I not dance yith wou?”
The question is honest, innocent, and pure. There’s so much the Fianna doesn’t know, hasn’t learned, and one thing she refuses to accept is hatred toward those different, except for when it is directed at herself. That, she knows, is her due.
THen she smiles, briefly. “Dancing.” No matter what Adara says about why – she did enjoy it with ruarc during the rituals, so maybe this will be fun too.
[Adara Mires] She grinned slightly “BEcause it’s still forwned upon when two person of the same sex slow dances.” She said with a soft smile
“And slow dancing usually mean that you like the other person and well..are interested in them, you know as a possible lover slash life partner.” She shrugged slightly “Of course, it can mean nothing except just wanting to dance. It’s jsut hoe peopel perceive it. I personally don’t mind dacing with you, since I dance only with girls”
She say, wonderng if her friend will get what she was saying. She knew Rory was still innocent ot many things in this world and if she see that Rory doesn’t understand what the last part meant, hse’ll tell her plainly.
It wasn’t a secret what her preferences were after all.
[Rory] She walks along with her, and listens, a little crease of her brow showing her confusion, smoothing away as Adara explains. Then it is gone completely, as Rory nods.
“Oh. Like it is frowned on de moing anything. Ever.”
She chews on her lower lip a minute, as she processes the rest, and then nods again. “Oh.” Then, with the curiosity of an innocent, asks… “You have sex with gust jirls? How?”
[Adara Mires] She nodded “Yes liek it’s frowned upon for you. And we both know that it’s ont because it’s frowned upon that it’s not right”
She smiled warmly at the Fianna “Well, even though there is no penis invoved, we still have tongues, fingers, can rub against each other, some even use toys or their whole hand”She shrugh “It’s different than with a man from what I’ve heard, but Ican tell you one thing..it’s pretty intense when well done”
She grinned impishly, with a rosey color on her cheeks. She definatly think she could do it well.
[Rory] Ah, there it is – she’s blushing wildly again, as Adara paints a picture with just those few words, and Rory ducks her head to hide the heat of her face. In those few words, Rory can trace the idea to something experienced – something forbidden, for her, of course – and be able to connect the dots.
all she says though, is an achingly shy… “Oh…”
[Adara Mires] She smiled warmly, loving how good Rory looked when blushing. She reach and let soft fingertips brush very slightly along the Fianna’s arm “Maybe youshould try it one day, you might be surprised and enjoy it”
She grin softly, breaking the contact “It’s not for every women, but still..you won’t know if you don’t try”
She flash her a smile and enter the club with her, leading her ot the bar so they could order themselves a beer each.
[Rory] She blushes even brighter, but she doesn’t shy away from the touch. It is not often the girl is touched with anything other than the intent to bring pain, and it is something she has learned to treasure – from Roman’s thump of his shoulder against hers as he moves past, to Ray’s touch, all over, to Kora’s simple nudge of an arm, to Patrick’s all out arm around her shoulders in a hug.
It means something to her, every instance, and she paints each within her memory to savor. It is part of what gave her the strength to challenge at the Sept she grew in, the strength to turn her back, and not care as she was banished, having gained what she needed from them. It means something.
But here, now, she simply blushes bright and follows the Fury into the cub, and to the beer. She doesn’t look old enough to be in there – but she is not questioned. Rage will do that for a girl…
[Adara Mires] Adara isn’t old enough to be there either not until august, but rage and confidence got her anywhere too. She walked in as if hse oned the place, not even looknig like she might be carded. There was strenght and assurance in the slim young woman. Leaning against the bar, a warm smile on her lips as she looked at Rory, her body almost touching the full moon’s, she cling her bottle gently against hers
“To a night of fun” She drank heartilly from her bottle before smiling again at Rory “Look carefully on the dancefloor, that’s what we’ll be doing soon.”
[Rory] She takes the beer when it’s set before her, and turns to study the people, even as they start to make a wide berth around her. She tips her head, curiously, her gaze taking in everything she can as fast as she can. even as Adara toasts, and she lifts the beer to her lips and takes a long swallow, she is watching…
There are any number of different kinds of dancers in a club like this, and naked curiosity dances in vivid green as Rory takes them in. so many different styles, each unique to the dancer, and she is quite simply, entranced.
“I man’t cove like THAT…” Barely whispered, as she watches some of the more suggestive dancers…
[Adara Mires] She watched Rory’s fascination with a smile, just enjoying her reactions, glad to show her something she didn’t know or hadn’t seen much of.
She looked in the direction of the dancers “That my dear, you certainly can. If you don’t mind my hands over you and body grinding, I’ll teach you those moves. But we’ll start with the basics liek those over there”
She points to people dancing,facing each other without touching “Then move to that”She was now showing her two firends enjoying moving together in synch, slightly sensual “Then it’ll be liek those two”Back to the suggestive dancers “Or something more..sensual”
She didn’t find anyone moving liek hse had in mind, but maybe Rory will be intruiged by it. If not it was ok, she was here to have fun and dance with a friend
[Rory] She wrinkles her nose, and takes another drink of her beer, but doesn’t seem to think anything of having adara teach her to dance, through touch. The basics though, are a better place to start, even as she admits. “Ruarc danced naked, pin skainted blue.” And she did too – because it was part of the ritual. Seems she’s open to different experiences, hm?
She nods, slightly, chewing her lower lip. She doesn’t believe she’ll ever be so graceful. It is not war, after all, but dancing, and completely different. No tooth, no massive howls, no defiance and blood.
Just dancing.
“Ok.”
And she leaves herself in Adara’s capable hands to teach her how…
[Adara Mires] “Sounds liek fun”She said when she mentioned dancing naked. She give her cheeky grin. The beers were finished and she gently took Rory’s hand and led her on the dancefloor. She started byteaching her how to move, to feel the beat to let it be a part of her, liek a battle when you feel your enemy’s movement and react, you needed to feel the beat and move to it. She wasn’t in a hurry, keeping her own movements basic ofr now, to allow Rory to move with her.
Then the distance closed between them, light touches here there there, hands on hips to guide her, or on her belly when she wasat Rory’s back, body gnetly pressed against her, moving with her with a smile.
Eventually, things became more intense, teaching her how to dance suggestively, caressing the other’s body, gringing against the other when facing, or pressing one’s butt against one’s pelvis when one had her back turned to the other. Many eyes were watching the demostration. Ywo hot looknig women moving that way, it attracted attention.
She purred soft words to Rory, encouraging her, tellnig her how good she looke,d how well she moved, how beautiful it was to watch her. Sometimes it was say loudly to be heard over the music, sometimes it was whispered osftly in her ear.
She helped Rory explore dancing and also some intimacy with a woman, never forcing her or pushing her too hard.
[Rory] She blushes – oh how she blushes. She lets adara take her hand though, and follows her to the dance floor. Her brow furrowed with concentration as she struggles to feel it as Adara does, to find a rhythm that matches what she knows, what she understands. soon it starts to thrum through her, much as the drums did that night with Ruarc, much as the the heat of battle does, and soon she has lost the fact that people stare, instead finding her center, and ways to moving to compliment it…
There is a lack of distance between them, and while Rory is clearly nervous, and so very innocent and new, she does not object to the gentle touches, the subtle nudges, the caress of fingers along her belly, the purred words, murmured across her ear…
Each brings another flush, until her skin burns with it, coupled with the heat of the club itself, the exertion of dancing too.
Adara never pushes too far – just enough, and Rory does not pull back, enjoying the moment, the pulse of music, the intimacy of dancing with a crowd of strangers, and with a friend..
[Adara Mires] Eventually time pass, and they found themsleves sweating, breathing a little harder, having paused once in a while for drinks, enough to be pleasantly buzzed, in Adara’s case at least. If Rory was up to it, they dance a lot, apart or closed, as friend or almsot like lovers, but always, Adara respected Rory. The fianna mgiht have noticed that the young Fury was graceful, preternaturally so, moving extremly well, with a variety of moves, including, to the enjyoment of many males, belly dancing. She could almost put Shakira to shame.
Then the music slowed and Adara moved into her personal space again “Ready to slow dance?” She said with a slight grin.
She passes her arms around Rory’s waist if the Fostern was ok with it, telling her to put her arms around her neck. Their bodies were pressed against each other, Adara’s breathing was caressing Rory’s neck, her scent was floral, she smelled like springtime in the forest, with a slight femine musky scent due to her sweat. She moved slowly, snesually with Rory.
[Rory] For the hours, Rory had not hidden the fact that she’s watched Adara dance, learning, experimenting, and clearly enjoying the experience. When the Fury moves into her space, she doesn’t shy away, though her color heightens into another blush, even as she does as Adara directs, and moves with her into the slow dance.
The breath against her neck causes a delicate shiver under her skin, sensations heightened through the evening, and she finds her arms tightening, slightly… Rory herself has no scent – there is nothing to suggest she is there at all, but for the solid feel of her lean frame held against Adara. Her skin slicked with sweat from the dance, yet holds nothing to mark it as Rory’s own – water would have more substances for that particular sense.
Rory forgets that they have been watched all night, forgets there are others nudging and whispering and wondering – but with hatred and jealousy, as well as some with approval and suggestive jeers… All there is for her is the experience, shown to her by the Fury, enjoyed with a new friend.
[Adara Mires] It wassad that Rory had no scent, for a wolf, the sense of smell was really important, to her it was almsot essential even in her human form. She loved how a woman smelled, all over. Yet, even though her friend lacked smell, her other sneses were enjoying her.
Her sight loved how the fianna looked, her ears enjoying that voice with her peculiar quirck, her touch wanted to touch more of that warm soft skin and her taste..well she softly pressed her lips against Rory’s neck, kissing it very gently then licking her lips to taste the sweat and skin of the Fostern.
The music stops, the bar was closing, reluctantly she moved away from her friend, wet, but not all of it was sweating. She was incredibly turned on by the evening. Yet, she didn’t say anyhing for now, except that her fingers lingered on her redhead’s hips a little longer.
[Rory] The music stops, but Rory doesn’t, not until Adara pulls away, reluctantly. The soft kiss against her skin, moments ago, had sent a shiver under her skin – it was the same when ray kissed her, when the precious few others had… she has had so few good touches in her life, that ones that bring enjoyment are savored.
she is, in so many ways, an innocent, raised to be little more than a mindless weapon – point her at the enemy and let her go. she has grown beyond that, but it is still so overwhelming, everything she has yet to experience.
Adara’s fingers linger, and Rory blushes, and bites her lower lip, briefly… then, with a shy – achingly so – smile, she turns to lead the Fury toward the door, again and out into the cool night air. She pauses, at the corner, and reaches to touch the Fury’s hand, lightly. “Thank you…”
And then, daring, she leans forward and kisses Adara’s cheek, before she turns and makes her way to the church, calling over her shoulder. “Fas wun!”
and a bit overwhelming – but definitely fun…