Lil and Adrienne

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Lil visits Adrienne to thank her for the gift that was left in her suite that morning.


The fish were quite interesting. Adrienne found that she quite enjoyed staring at them. They were useful for meditation, which was what she was doing now, sitting on her bed, playing with her mental shields.

However, the peace and quiet didn't last long.

A loud knock sounded on the door, issued by a very tall Canadian woman. "Adrienne, I know you're in there so there's no use hiding."

Adrienne snapped out of her meditation and blinked a few times, then swung her legs off the bed and headed out into the common area to open the door. "Hiding from what, exactly?" she asked Lil, bemused. She had some idea of what Lil might think she was hiding from.

In the doorway, Lil stood holding up the toy with no shame. Eyes were hard and serious but the small quirk of her lips betrayed her amusement in the situation. She'd needed a laugh and had gotten one when she found the dildo-for-two in her suite that morning. "Oh I don't know," the Amazon hissed at the shorter brunette. "Me. Because of this, maybe?" The toy was waved in front of Adrienne's face and Lil only barely contained the smile that threatened to break.

"You don't like the colour?" Adrienne deadpanned. She made certain she knew where her phone was in case Lil decided to attack and she had to use her panic button, knowing that her self-defense techniques would be useless on the woman's diamond-hard skin.

"That's it exactly," came the sighed response as Lil's shoulders dropped in mock disappointment. "The color is the whole problem. Complete turnoff. You know, along with the fact that I'm not a lesbian and have no interest in screwing another woman with this thing."

Adrienne gave Lil a wide smile. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You're just such an easy target. I love watching you get all flustered. You might even say it's a turn-on for me." The grin widened. It really was too much fun picking on Lil's sexuality.

Rolling her eyes, the blonde then shook her head, ignoring the little bit about Adrienne being 'turned-on' by Lil's reactions. "I give you fire power against Gar and you give me girly-sex props. I don't think that's a fair trade." The toy was offered back to Adrienne. "Here. You're likely to get more action outta it than me. Even if I was into girls, I'm not sure I'd even know how to use the damned thing anyway."

"I could show you how to use it," the brunette replied, eyebrow raised suggestively. She couldn't stop herself from smirking, though, which sort of ruined the intended seductiveness of the line. She could only barely stop herself from laughing out loud.

"I'm gonna take a pass," Lil told her with a softer smile of her own, one that hinted at a sadness that she'd rather keep buried. "Haven't had along enough dry spell yet for me to even consider taking you up on that one so thanks but no thanks."

Noticing the change that had come over Lil's features, Adrienne frowned. "You know that I'm just fucking with you because it's fun, but that I don't actually want to fuck with you, right?" She seemed a little regretful, and Adrienne wanted to make sure there weren't any mixed signals coming up all of a sudden. "I mean, I like blondes, but usually smaller ones, and honestly, for all that I imply it, women haven't really been of interest to me sexually in a long time now."

The giantess' brow drew in confusion before she waved Adrienne's comment off. "I know you are. S'all fun and shit. I got... other stuff going on. Or well, I did and don't now and that's the problem." Lil knew she was rambling and making very little sense even to herself. "I'm just gonna go," she said at last, shoving the toy into Adrienne's hands.

"I have fish," Adrienne replied, raising an eyebrow. "You can come look at them if you'd like; they're quite calming. Maybe they'll straighten out your head so you don't sound as if you don't know your own name?" She would have offered to let Lil come in to talk about what was clearly bothering her, but that seemed like something a friend would do and Adrienne wasn't sure if they were friends. If they talked while they looked at fish, so be it.

Lil opened her mouth to decline but a look down the hall had her changing her mind. She didn't want to go back to the solitude. "You keep them around to snack on when you can't find any in the fridge?" came the snarky comment though she recognized the invitation for what it was. "Or is this just some lame attempt to get me into your lair?"

Lil's comment about the fish had Adrienne glaring daggers as she stepped back from the doorway and let Lil in, closing the door behind her. She thought about tossing the Feeldoe onto Terry's bed, realized Terry would have no use for it, but then threw it anyway, in case Terry and Bobby wanted to broaden their horizons. "I keep them around to remind me to never eat fish again," she corrected. "Thank you for the warning about the impending food poisoning, by the way. You're brave to be coming into my lair after that." Adrienne led Lil to her room and gestured towards the fish, but she had no intention of actually entering since sitting on her bed talking about Lil's problems just seemed far too juvenile. "Fish," she introduced with her gesture. "I also have video game fish. They're relaxing as well, and maybe we should keep your hands busy." She turned back towards the common area and sat on the couch.

Hands tucked deep in her pockets, Lil gave a little one-shouldered shrug before plopping down on the couch. "Shooting things seems more interesting than watching real or virtual fish. But it's your stuff so whatever's fine with me." It wasn't as if she were brooding on the whole mess with Bishop that had happened but it was there enough to suck most of the fun out of her day. "Sorry that I'm in a shitty mood."

Adrienne rose from the couch and loaded Wii Play into the console, handing Lil the duck hunt gun before returning to her seat. "You can shoot ducks if you like." She booted up her laptop so that she could get some work done while Lil vented. "So why the shitty mood? Husband again?" she asked casually.

"In a roundabout way, I guess. It all comes back to him eventually," Lil mused out loud, eyes focused on the screen. One by one, she shot at the ducks and and glared an annoyed gaze at the little hound who laughed when she missed. "He called me on our anniversary and it made me think about some things which is definitely not one of my favorite activities. But it resulted in me calling it off with Bishop."

Glancing up from the computer, Adrienne raised an eyebrow. "So I suppose I shouldn't take the two of you to the gun range at the same time anymore?"

Her shoulder rose and feel again absently as if the topic were no big deal. "Probably not. I told him it's probably best if we cut ties for a little while. I just got a lotta crap going on in my head since my asshole husband called on our anniversary." Lil missed another duck and muttered a soft curse.

"I was thinking more along the lines of someone getting shot," Adrienne retorted, "but cutting ties is a nicer way to say it. So what did asshole husband have to say?"

"I know what you meant," Lil chuckled dryly. "He wished me a happy anniversary and told me to call him if I felt like it. I saw him calling and let it go to voicemail. Not a smart move."

Adrienne went back to her work. "So call him back. What's the big deal?"

"Big deal is that I'm always the one to go crawling back. Not this time. It's his turn. The fact he called is a step - a small, first one, but still a step." And Lil wished many more would come in the future. "I need to know he wants me back."

"He's clearly trying, though. Shouldn't you call to tell him you appreciated the call? That it was a good step?"

The giantess sighed and put down the Wii controller as she turned to face the other woman. "Maddy and my relationship is very physical - in the good way. We were forever getting caught in... delicate situation because God knows neither of us are even close to being discreet. We don't talk so I don't know what to say or even where to start if I pick up the phone."

Hoping she wasn't expecting any advice, Adrienne could only shrug. "I don't have any magical words of wisdom for you," she muttered, picking up the controller and shooting some ducks. "My last relationship was quite physical, as well. Talking did no good. Why don't you go see him if you can't talk to him?"

"Because I already told you, I've been the one to go back every other time we've fought. This time it's up to him because it's his fault." Lil didn't care how juvenile she sounded because it was the truth. "If Madison wants me in his life more than that damn robot, I need proof. I need him to act and not just try and push the responsibility back onto me. He'll never understand just how much the whole thing hurts me if I go to him."

"Well, he'll never understand if you don't tell him, either," Adrienne replied. She knew she wasn't really helping, but she didn't know how. "Men are like dogs. They have to be trained, which seems to involve reiterating the same thing over and over and over again, because they can be extremely dense about these things. Maybe you've already told him what you want, but maybe you have to keep telling him until it penetrates the thick male skull."

"I have told him. Repeatedly. So, now I've resorted to starving him instead." Not of food, neither of them were stupid enough to touch her cooking but Lil hadn't been lying when she said their relationship was very physical. Going on five months without sex, the blonde was hoping that would get his attention. "Maybe I should throw him a bone though. Email or something I can think out ahead of time."

The psychometrist raised an eyebrow. "Are you certain that's going to work? Starving him? I mean, if you've hooked up with Bishop in the five months you and hubby have been apart, what makes you think he hasn't found himself someone else to throw him a bone?" She didn't care if it sounded harsh; why would Lil think that her husband wouldn't find himself another woman when she'd gone and found herself another man? It didn't make sense. Even if she'd since broken up with Bishop, it didn't change the fact that she'd gone to him in the first place. Why wouldn't her husband have done the same?

The blonde head shook back and forth slowly. She had no reason to fear Madison falling into the arms of another woman. "He's too wrapped up in the Boxbot. If he's pissed at me for leaving, that would be his revenge - even more time and effort poured into that piece of junk. He... works through his frustrations and when that fails, then I'll start hearing more from him." Lil had confidence in that at least thanks to the years of knowing her husband's habits and behaviors especially when he wasn't able to tinker with his project. "But I think you're right about me giving him some kinda reply to the phone call."

"Probably the first time I've ever been right when it came to giving relationship advice," Adrienne mused with a grin. "Email's difficult, though, because the emotional component to reading something comes from the reader, not the writer. He might misinterpret what you're trying to convey. Why not write out what you want to say first and then call, at a time when you know he won't pick up, so you can say a speech that you've thought out ahead of time but then you don't have to worry about unexpected responses coming from him on the line and catching you off guard?"

"Only problem with that is that he keeps weird hours. I dunno when he'll be home or won't be or when he'll have his cell phone and I really don't want to have a conversation with him yet." She wasn't ready for that. Not after breaking up with Bishop; her heart and hormones would take over and only get her into a bigger mess. "Email can reach him fast and if he decides to call afterwards, than that's fine." Email was safe. There was still a major distance between them.

"Well, suit yourself," Adrienne said, waving a hand in goodnatured dismissal and going back to her work. "I still think email's not as effective as a phone call, but what the hell do I know? I'd rather kill my husbands than work things out with them." Which wasn't true- she'd tried to speak to Steven more times than she could count, had even done the leaving thing like Lil had done. But he'd always found her, and wasn't interested in talking when he did.

Lil's head dropped back and she beat it against the wall a couple of times, careful not to leave a dent or a hole. "I hate this. If he'd just listen to me and stop fucking around with the robot, everything would be fine between us. I would have what I want, he woulda gotten what he wanted and poof, no more problem if the Box wasn't eating his brain."

"If you want the robot offed, I can make some phone calls for you," the brunette offered. "Get him taken out of the picture, discreet like." She was joking, but if Lil didn't know that she wouldn't be upset.

She snickered at that while a small smile tugged at her lips again. "I'd love for you to be able to do that but Madison's a technomorph. He can piece the damn thing back together in minutes. You'd have to sink it in the ocean and then you'd probably have Department H hunting you down for stealing defense secrets or some shit like that. He doesn't own Box but he's really the only one who can work it."

Adrienne snorted. "The Canadian government doesn't scare me," she announced with a smirk. "And I can read anything; I can figure out how to work a robot." She didn't know what made this Box thing so special, but it was just an object in the end, wasn't it?

"You can figure it out, you're more than welcome to. I want nothing to do with the damn thing. Everytime Madison phases in and out of it, I swear he leaves more of himself inside it and comes away with wires between his ears." Machine becoming man; man becoming machine. And one woman left on the outside.

"I don't think I'd have much use for a robot, though," Adrienne admitted. "I prefer a more subtle form of world domination. And I don't imagine I'd like wires between my ears, thanks all the same."

"Then be glad you aren't a technomorph," she said with another little shrug. "Ugh, I could use a drink or a cigarette - or both - before I start to draft that email to Madison," Lil whined, hitting her head against the wall again. "After that, you wanna help me write something up about how I'm glad he called and yes, I still want him outta that Box and back into mine?"

Adrienne stared at the blonde as if she'd been asked to ride a bicycle to Antarctica and back. "I'll pass, thanks. If you want someone dressed or photographed or killed, or if you want to know the history of an object, I'm your girl. But I don't do relationships. I wouldn't even know where to start." She focused very hard on her computer screen.

Lil smirked again and stood up, shoving her hands back into the pockets of her jeans. "I don't know where to start and I've known the man for seven years." No drinking before drafting; a cigarette was a must though. She sighed then cracked her neck, already dreading it. "Thanks for the use of the game. And for thinking of me when you were prowling the sex shops, I think."