“…”

                    For starters, she does not slap him.                     Apple only stares. She didn’t expect                     Bastien to be serious about it.

                    “——Yeah? Thank … you? I think.”

"If I didn't think so, Apple, I

wouldn't have said it."

     [ A smile ]

“——And a simple enough request, if you ask me.”

And with that, Apple doesn’t think there’s anything left to say.

"I suppose—— though, you

don't really know me, do you?"

               “I guess.” Delilah said she she sifted in cushioned stool seat that she now sat in. Delilah was just not use to having anyone in the house this early in the morning. Though she studied him as he walked to the freezer, knowing where Alana kept the coffee and questioned how many times he had stayed overnight. She also questioned to why anyone would keep coffee in the freezer. It was not the appropriate storage place for coffee.

               “It is, but we can cancel if you see it fit.” Delilah suggested she leaned forward placing her elbows onto the counter. “I mean, if that’s okay with you. I should study I guess and look into college." Delilah really could go without her sessions with him, she did not like talking about her life with anyone, her past. Yet she knew she would not get out of this as easily as she thought.

     [ He found a chair to be suitable for him, pulling it out of the table that it was tucked into—— to sit down and rest his right ankle over his left knee. From the way she was talking, it sounded more likely and correct that Delilah was trying to skip her sessions that she had with him. Given, it wasn't correct of Alana to invite him to stay for the night when she must have known that Delilah would show up the next morning—— but it didn't call for ending the start on the right path for help. People often never thought that they needed therapy. Talking versus medicine. ]

"I don't see it fit. Whether you think

you need therapy or not, you do."

"You legitimately just said it will never help." she pointed out and sighed. "And who are you suggesting I go to?"

There are a few psychiatrists in town—— and then there's me. It's all about finding the psychiatrist that fits with you. It might take a few tries, but it doesn't call for any means to give up.

"No, it does not make me nervous. The problem can be easily corrected."

"It will take some time, I can see that now."

"Is it something that you can truly see,

or something that you're telling yourself?

I've never known you to have many

acceptable solutions and corrections."

Stealing Kisses

           Admittedly, Alana was intriegued by his converssation starter, but it seemed as though there was almost a hint of anxiety of sorts in his voice, and a hesitance when he went to speak. She thought it was a lot cuter than she shoud have foudn it, but that wasn’t going to stop her, she found a lot of aspects about him to be cute and that was how it was going to be. Her hand started rubbing along his chest, and then she gave him a small squeeze, almost as though she were ressuring him.

     Where was he going with this conversation? she wondered. He’s not going to dump me is he? Alana thought for only a minute, but then she quickly shook that thought, she didn’t want to have that burdedning her mind.

“Yes, you’re right,  you’re my soulmate.” she said, her voice soft, and then she spoke up. “We should be discussing everything.” she said, her brow then furrowing a little bit, there was a lot racing through her mind.

     The start of her words grabbed his attention and lit up a small smile on his face, the exhaustion of the activity having been committed beforehand still coursing through his body. A nearby cup of water on the counter was grabbed as he leaned over slightly, making the last of his cigarette as he inhaled what was left of it— dropping it into the mug. Keeping his hands on the edge of the counter as his head tilted back to make eye contact with her, he turned in a way that he could hold her, his chin resting at the top of her head. 

    "You know, I was a father once." It was all he could bring himself to say. It was where his mind had been going after all, but it was something that he'd never said out loud until now. It was a fact that was stuck in the back of his mind, but it was never anything more than that.

"I would prefer not to be put in this position in the first place," she stated emphatically. "I hope you can understand where I’m coming from on this."

"Yes, but you tend to

put yourself there."

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Gravity | Bastien

[  As soon as she’d agreed there was a feeling of    defeat instead of the regret she’d expected. What    she should be doing was leaving before they got    even more involved than they were already, before    she inevitably ruined everything between them. He    was not a man that a woman walked away from    without regret and she was not a woman that a man    could ever seem to keep. She was not meant to be    kept or caged, maybe not even loved.

                      Indecision gripped her too tightly to ignore or                       force aside, making things even more difficult.                       She couldn’t seem to make her limbs obey the                       simplest of directions to move away toward the                       door and to where it was safer. Instead of saying                       she would leave other words had come out. Ones                       she was surprised to hear herself say just as much                       as he seemed surprised to have heard. There had                       been no lie when she’d admitted to not knowing what                       she wanted to do. Her mind was at odds with itself                       and had been from the very first visit.

    And then speaking seemed irrelevant, unnecessary.     All that mattered was that she’d agreed and was still     there with her jaw cradled so tenderly in his hands with     his lips pressed to hers. Just like before she weakened     against him, all the tension she’d carried drained away.     In that moment it was impossible to remember that they     weren’t compatible or had yet to get around to those German     lessons. It was impossible to remember anything at all so     she simply stopped trying. Stopped thinking, stopped     controlling herself from reacting enough to kiss him back.  ]

     [ He could have controlled himself better around her, he could've just started making her something along the lines of food and sat down to talk with her some more— but the chemistry between the two of them was something that he'd never felt with any other woman before. It grew more difficult for him to breathe, his heart starting to flutter in his chest like a bird while he continuously placed kisses upon her lips. Craning his head a little further than he had before— making the kiss rather long and hard— he pulled his head back. The strength and the power of that kiss was enough to take his mind elsewhere, seeing that it wouldn't be appropriate for the time being, possibly. A breathless laugh could be heard coming from him, his forehead lightly touching hers before he stepped away. ]

"Is there something that you would like? A

cigarette, food, any kind of a drink—?"

     [ He spoke as his hands fumbled with a box of cigarettes sitting at the corner of his counter. It was a vice of his, one that wasn't terribly out of control, but one that he liked to take part in at least once a day. With the things on his mind, the thoughts of his patients and their most devastating stories, it seemed to make some sense that he found peace in the occasional cigarette. He placed it in between his teeth, opening a drawer while his back was faced to her— searching for a lighter. ]