xp_logs | Tuesday Night, late, Terry and Bobby

Terry's made a decision but her follow through needs some work. Bobby is more hindrance than help.

Rated PG for discussion of but no actual adult situations.

Bobby sat at his desk, actually doing work, for once. He was reading over some of the observations from his last few DR sessions, making notes on a clean notepad under his right hand of things to work on.

Terry snuck up behind him and observed over his shoulder for a moment, momentarily distracted by reading the notes and pondering them then remembered her mission. Quickly, so he wouldn't have a chance to react, she covered his eyes with her hands and leaned in to whisper in her ear, deliberately dropping her American accent as she did so, "Sure and yeh've worked plenty, Bobby Drake. Do yeh not have a moment or two for yer poor girlfriend who's been pining for yeh all day?"

Bobby jumped, dropping the papers in his hands even as a grin spread across his face. He leaned back, reaching behind him to brush his fingers over her hair. "Oh, I suppose I do," he replied, shivering lightly as her accent kept replaying in his head.

She kissed just behind his ear, "Aye? I wouldna want to interrupt yeh in the middle o something important." She laughed quietly and tried to keep the nervous shake from her voice.

Bobby sighed, leaning his head to the side. "Mmm, I don't think I could concentrate if I wanted to, now..." he breathed, eyes closed. "I'm all yours."

Terry took a deep measured breath then slipped her hands off his eyes and circled round to stand in front of him, "Aye. That's what I'm hoping. Would yeh sleep with me then?" Her hands tangled in front of her, twisting in endless patterns as she waited without breathing.

Bobby's eyes flew open and he just stared at her for several seconds. "....Whahuh?"

She winced. That wasn't really what she was hoping he'd say. Carefully, she smoothed her skirt out and took another breath, this one shakier than the last. "Um...do yeh want to have sex with me?" If he said no, she was going to die. Just fall down dead where she stood of sheer embarrassment.

"Uhh..." Hell yes would be the most honest answer, and Bobby's body was keeping up with the conversation much better than his brain was--he was already hard. "I--this is...I mean, I do...but...are you sure?" he finally managed to stammer.

Not quite. "Aye," she said softly, her gaze somewhere about mid-chest, lashes downcast over her cheeks.

Bobby was nervous about her not meeting his eyes--that wasn't exactly a sign of confidence, after all. "You don't have to do this," he said softly, biting his lip. "I can wait." SHUT UP, his body screamed at him, but he ignored it. Another shower or five wouldn't kill him.

She looked up at him through her lashes then lifted her chin, stubbornly. She'd decided she was going to do this and she wasn't going to let a little bit of last minute fear stop her. "I want to. I love yeh."

Bobby licked his lips. Oh god, oh god, why am I not just doing it? he wondered a bit hysterically. "...Why?" He reached out a hand to her. "Why do you want to do it, now?" Because that was part of what was bothering him--her just showing up and asking bluntly for sex. It was...not what he would have expected from someone truly ready to make this decision, for the right reasons.

Terry gaped at him. Why was he making this so hard? "What do yeh mean why? What do yeh think? It's not as though I'm asking for something odd. Yeh're my boyfriend!" She stepped back from his hand, a little offended that he was even asking.

Bobby let his hand drop, sighing. "I just want to make sure you're doing it for the right reason, Terry. I mean, you just show up in my room and announce you want to have sex with me...I can't help but wonder if there's something else going on. If you think you have to prove something..." This was not going well. Why couldn't he have just shut up? Just said sure, ripped her clothes off, and done the deed? His body would like an answer to that very same question.

"I want to have sex with yeh, yeh eejit because I want to have sex with yeh! How hard is that to understand?" She wasn't going to fall down dead apparently, rage would carry her at least out the door. She shoved past him, blinking rapidly against tears of anger and hurt.

Not anymore, seems like, Bobby thought to himself, wondering just how long it would take to knock himself unconscious by beating his head against the wall. "Terry, please don't go," he called weakly, rubbing his eyes. He shouldn't be allowed around members of the opposite sex, he was beginning to think.

Terry whirled around, red hair flying. "Why? So yeh can question my judgment again? Or maybe to tell me that I'm too young? Or ask me if I know what I'm doing?"

Bobby stared at the floor. "I just don't want you to hate me tomorrow," he said quietly. "God, you don't know how..." He looked up at her. "...How bad I want this. But only if you're sure."

"I wouldn't have asked yeh if I didn't mean it." Terry crossed her arms, still upset.

"I'm sorry," Bobby murmured. "It's just...you only get to make this decision once, you know? If you ended up regretting it...then I'd hate myself."

She crossed her arms tighter. "I'm beginning to," she muttered mostly to herself. With a sigh, she slumped against the wall and eyed him, "Did yeh regret it after your first time?"

Bobby stiffened and stared fixedly at a point on the wall. "...My first time wasn't exactly normal," he whispered, voice rough. Regret wasn't exactly the right word for it, either.

Terry's eyes widened and she stood again hurriedly, arms falling to her side, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say anything that...um...yeh don't have to tell me or anything."

Bobby gave her a pained smile. "If you want to hear about it..." He didn't want to talk about it, really, but now that it had been brought up...

She didn't really. Was afraid to have him say it because saying it would make it real and then she'd have to figure out how she felt about it. Better just stick to the topic at hand. "Yeh can tell me or not, it doesn't matter. I won't change my mind and I'm not going to regret this. This is my decision."

Bobby nodded and reached out to her again. "Okay, then." He was happy to not have to tell her--telling her would mean remembering it all again, every detail, and with Tommy down in the medlab, that was a place he really didn't want to go.

This time she took a deep breath and took his hand, stepping closer. Her earlier resolve was badly shaken and she felt a bit weak-kneed as she went to him which made her glad she'd decided against shoes even the low heels that she'd been considering while dressing.

Bobby pulled her against him and sighed, trying to figure out how to postpone this now without upsetting her. His mind had just gone to places not conducive to arousal, after all, and he was a bit shaken himself.

Terry clung to him for support as much as to avoid looking him in the face. "Let's just...sit down, for a minute okay?" It would be hypocritical to back out now but she could delay a bit if they just snuggled.

"Okay," Bobby agreed willingly, leading her to the bed and sitting down on the edge.

It was simple just to rest her head on his shoulder, arms around his waist. Terry concentrated on matching her breathing to his, using that to calm her nerves.

Bobby leaned his cheek against her hair, happy to just sit silently. This way he could just not think about anything, and maybe the memories would fade back to where they belonged again.