xp_logs | Doug and Marie-Ange

Marie-Ange is very very confused by Doug's discussion of Rocky Horror in Kyle's journal, and so she comes over to ask him about it. The conversation moves from there to other things. PG-13, and perhaps mildly NSFW due to frank discussion of sexual topics.

When Marie-Ange unlocked Doug's door, she found him at his computer, with one of his monitors showing his World of Warcraft character riding on a large flying bat, and another screen with what she could have sworn were cartoon monkeys throwing darts at balloons. And the third on the thread in Kyle Gibney's journal that had confused her so much. "Doug? Are you ... busy right now?" She said from the doorway. "I think I am confused."

"Super monkey storm attack!" Doug cried out at one monitor, pumping his fist as a swarm of caped monkeys flew across it. Then he realized he had an audience and spun his chair around swiftly. "Um, hi," he said, ever so slightly embarassed. "Not really busy, no. What's up?"

"What?" Marie-Ange was distracted by the outburst, and blinked at Doug for a few seconds before sitting down on his couch and dangling her feet over one of the armrests. Doug's video games confused her, but it was a confusion she was well used to. This new confusion was new, and well, confusing. "When did you play Dr. Frank-n-Furter? I think I would have remembered that."

"Actually, I didn't play Frank," Doug corrected Marie-Ange. He paused, glancing at the ceiling. "I played Brad," he said with a sigh. "Asshole," he muttered under his breath, almost unconsciously. "And it was while we were broken up. I went to a show at Westchester College, and they needed a fill-in. And what with my head for memorization..."

She couldn't quite stop giggling, even with the perturbed look on Doug's face. "How did they talk you into that? Was it the same cast from when we saw it, with the Riff-Raff with the mohawk?" They'd gone a few times at the behest of less shy classmates, mostly Clarice and Amanda, and Marie-Ange remembered just how fast Doug had picked up the callbacks and song lyrics, despite being entirely confused, and more than a bit embarrassed. "I am not sure I can picture you volunteering to cross dress at all. And now she was slightly embarrassed trying to picture it.

"I guess someone saw that I had learned all the words and callbacks really quickly, and they remembered me. And there wasn't a lot of talking into, per se." They'd just picked the most attractive female member of the cast to 'throw herself on the mercy of the court', as it were. "Like I said, it was while we were broken up." There might have been alcohol involved, too.

"Were you drunk?" He'd needed half a dozen highly alcoholic eggnogs to strip naked and sing the teapot song, after all. It was a perfectly valid question. "I just cannot picture you in a corset and fishnet stockings. Or makeup." First of all, Doug had leg hair.

"Hm, yes, I'm pretty sure there was alcohol involved. Both before and after the show." Thankfully, he hadn't had to suffer the wild cast initiation pranks, since he'd done it as a favor to them, but he'd definitely had a good time. "I'm pretty sure there's pictures around here somewhere. Plenty of cameras in the audience."

Marie-Ange continued to blink at Doug owlishly, entirely too confused to really do more than stare and make small perplexed noises. "But. But...." She pressed her fingers to her temples and sighed, dropping backwards onto the sofa cushions. "I just did not expect it. You never said anything about it. Has Amanda seen these pictures?" Her head still hurt trying to think about it.

"You never asked." And perhaps she never had reason to ask, but Doug didn't feel the need to confess every single thing he'd done to try and get her out of his head while they'd been apart. She knew some of it, like the night he and Amanda had spent together. "I'm not sure. Considering she was just saying she wanted to see me in fishnets, maybe not," he mused.

"Why would I ever think to ask if you had... " From her prone position on the sofa, Marie-Ange gestured at the ceiling and puffed at a piece of hair that was in her face in an entirely frustrated manner. "So, you spent the entire time we were broken up experimenting? Is there anything else you forgot to tell me about that you want to tell me about?" If he hadn't wanted to tell people about the fishnets, he wouldn't have mentioned it on the journals.

"Experimenting? You make it sound so...sordid." Doug snorted. "It was either that or hole up in my room, forget to shower, and listen to Patsy Cline all day." Not that that particular course of action hadn't crossed his mind as well.

"Patsy Cline?" Marie-Ange repeated. She dimly recalled that Cain Marko liked Patsy Cline, and wasn't sure why she knew that. Possibly via Alison, or Remy. Or Nathan. It really could have been anyone. "I do not think it was sordid," she explained, feeling just a little defensive now. ""The library in Norway was not even really sordid. Just embarrassing. I am just curious about what you did." And if he'd had any other one-night-stands aside from Amanda. And if she was holding up to their standards. And if Doug was not telling her that there were things he wanted.

"Y'know, 'I Fall To Pieces'? The 'music of pain', as Xander Harris would say." He was feeling a bit defensive himself. It had been a difficult time for him, and not one he necessarily enjoyed bringing back to mind. "And why are you so curious?" he asked.

"Do.. I.. do you... " Marie-Ange stammered over her words for a few seconds, before sighing fitfully and covering her eyes with one hand. "Damn. Damn damn damn. Sex. Us. The sex we have. Or are not having? Are we having .. is..." she let out a frustrated groan, and sat up so as to look at Doug directly. "Are we not doing anything you want us to do? Because.. because now I wonder what else you found out that you enjoy that you are not telling me." There, she'd said it and now she could try not to feel trashy.

Doug blinked. That was not a question he would have expected to come from Marie-Ange. Not at all. He was a bit stunned, and not sure how to answer. "I...don't know," he said finally. While it wasn't exactly helpful, it was better than staring at his girlfriend looking like a poleaxed ox.

"Norway," was all that Marie-Ange said, with a side-long look out the window so that she didn't have to look at Doug.

Doug bit back his normal 'more like Snore-way' crack, as he sensed that Angie was having a difficult enough time without his wisecracks. "Um." He bit his lip. "I am a red-blooded male. Oral sex is very enjoyable," he admitted candidly. "But it's not as if I'm going to die if I don't get it. If it makes you uncomfortable, then it's not worth it."

Marie-Ange took several slow breaths before turning back to look at Doug, and still she was blushing. "I think.." she started, and paused again to stop twisting her hairband around one of her fingers, putting it on the arm of the sofa. "I think that I am uncomfortable because .. " It didn't matter why. All the reasons why in the world wouldn't change it, and Doug might be sympathetic, but it was really her who needed to take a step forward.

"I think that I should -not- be uncomfortable with it." Marie-Ange said firmly, still blushing but no longer stammering, or falling over herself to find just the right words. She stood slowly and grabbed Doug's hands, tugging at him until he stood up. "I think you should sit down on your very ugly green chair..."

"Wait...what?" Doug asked. He stood easily, as his brain was too busy attempting to process the change in Marie-Ange to tell his body to resist her tugging in any way. He followed behind her to the garish chair that he kept partly because it was extremely comfortable, but partly to resist Angie's distaste for it, sort of a symbol of the fact that they could disagree on things and be fine with it.

Once Doug was sitting, Marie-Ange pushed the equally green and only slightly less ugly hassock closer to the chair and sat down, cross-legged, on it. "I did not ask you if you would die without it. I asked if there was anything you wanted. I am being ridiculous. I was naked in a hot spring in Russia with Remy and a old Russian scientist and I was less embarrassed." She shook her head slightly, almost laughing. "Did you know that I tried to.. to snap you out of being Joseph Crockett by being quite forward with you? I had my hand in your pants in the middle of the men's bathroom."

"You -what-?" Doug asked incredulously. There were some definite holes in his memory of the mission in New Mexico, he'd known that. But clearly more had happened in those periods than he'd thought. The mental image was...rather arousing, considering how little Marie-Ange asserted herself in their sex life. He squirmed a bit in the chair.

"I left that out of the report I wrote. I did not want either of us to have Remy making smart comments about how we should not have sex in the office bathroom." Still rosy cheeked, Marie-Ange put a finger to her mouth thoughtfully. "But, I suppose after Norway, we are safe from that. And we cannot possibly be teased any -more-. Wanda said you were quite irate at that cult leader for interuppting us in the library. Is that true?"

Doug's eyes were glued to Angie's finger, particularly after she nibbled at her finger distractedly. "Um, yes," he answered after swallowing heavily. "I...took it out on the cult leader a bit," he said with a wry shake of his head.

It seemed to Marie-Ange that they'd had this conversation before, or part of it, in Norway, but the details were fuzzy, her memory of the event clouded by what they had later learned was a distraction curse. "Do you think we can forgo the library this time?" And then quite suddenly, Marie-Ange moved, sitting on the edge of the hassock and resting one hand on Doug's thigh. "I do not think I am quite capable of ... " again the words caught, for a moment. "of going down on you in a public place. I think your very ugly chair is going to have to do for now."

Doug's eyes widened as he realized that what he thought was about to happen was actually going to happen. "O...okay," he stammered. Far be it from him to turn down sex of any sort from his extremely attractive girlfriend. Upon...well, not very much reflection...he welcomed this newly assertive Angie. He resisted the urge to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming as she knelt between his legs and trailed her hands up towards his belt. ~Whatever I did to deserve this, note to self, keep doing it just as soon as I figure out what it was.~ And that was the last coherent thought he had for quite some time.