Tabitha & Wade: Library Fantasies

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Wade, determined to meet the Paranoid Hot Chick in person, goes to the library.



Wade walked into the library with one purpose and one purpose only in mind - he needed to find the hot paranoid chick and he needed to see if she was wearing a skirt. If said skirt was being worn and wasn't a Catholic schoolgirl skirt, he needed to go find one and bring it to the paranoid hot chick. If it was a Catholic schoolgirl's skirt... then Wade was going to need to go have some private time in his suite upstairs.

Tabitha was quite contentedly shelving books. She even hummed as she worked, swaying so her light hippy skirt swished around her legs. Quite oblivious to her imminent guest, she slipped out of her shoes and continued to work.

There was no one at the front desk... but Wade could hear humming. Humming meant one of two things, possibly. Maybe one of three things. Walking through the stacks on silent feet, Wade stalked his prey - at least... he hoped it was his prey. It'd be really fucking awkward if it wound up being a random student. He peeked around one edge of the stacks and saw her - paranoid hot chick, in her natural environment.

Wade was positively giddy.

So he approached, carefully, quietly - he didn't want to startle her into running away.

Truth be told, Tabs was paranoid. The street days would never be far enough away. So she knew she when she was being watched. Only the comforting surroundings of the library kept her from immediately ducking for cover. She paused her humming and turned slowly, trying to find the current source of her unease.

Wade was peering through the shelves as he made his way closer to the paranoid hot chick, still being particularly careful to remain silent. Once he was even with her, he actually stopped breathing for a moment. She looked shifty. Good senses, he thought, then pulled a book down off the shelf so he could talk say, "Hello," while all she could really see of him was his nose.

She liked to think it was to her credit that she did not shriek, throw a punch, or run away. Instead, she choked on each and every one of these impulses, presumably looking like a fish in the process. She could feel her left eye twitch as her heart rate went back into the zone of "normal for the X Mansion."

"At a guess, you're Mr. Wilson."

"Astute deductive reasoning in addition to a smokin' hot exterior. I like my lady friends smart," Wade said, a smile suddenly appearing beneath the nose. A moment later and he was peering at Tabitha with one eye, the brow raised high about it. "The question is," he said, voice now slightly muffled, "do you want to be my particular lady friend?"

A blush rushed up from the neckline of Tabitha's blouse to her hairline. The fish look continued. "You- What- I-" she stammered through a few more pronouns.

The eye tipped sideways a little and Wade considered his options in light of his particular lady friend's stuttering. He wondered if that was a thing for her or if she was just so blown away by his own hotness that she couldn't form coherent sentences. It was probably the second one, he decided. That meant it would likely be for the best if he went ahead and exposed her to the rest of him so she could get the stuttering out and then they could have deep, meaningful conversations about their mutual hotness. Hopefully while naked.

Walking around to the end of the shelving unit, Wade rounded it and walked right up to Tabitha. "I have a thing for blondes. I can admit this about myself. I pretty much just embrace it, really."

Tabs' eyes widened, but the blush didn't fade. "Have you put the moves on everybody in the mansion?" She asked, without (much of) a stutter. "Because that was entirely too smooth to be all for me." It probably made less of an impact coming from her pinkened face.

One hand rising, Wade pressed his palm just over his heart and let a stricken expression slide into place. "You see? Paranoid. Paranoid hot chick. I don't even know your name, you can't be mean to me until I know that much about you."

She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip in embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she sighed. She held out her hand. "I'm Tabitha. Tabitha Smith, I'm the librarian."

"Well, Tabitha Tabitha Smith, librarian of this fine institution, I have just one question for you - why aren't you wearing a Catholic schoolgirl's skirt and some thick-rimmed glasses?" Wade grinned. He'd be surprised if she didn't melt in the next few minutes considering the blush she was sporting.

Her blush faded in the face of complete disbelief. "What eighties flick did you escape from?" The words left her lips before she could stop them. She clapped a hand over her mouth and the blush was back. She would not tell him she had a thing for eighties flicks.

"A highly entertaining one," Wade answered, completely unfazed. "You didn't answer my question, though."

"I don't need glasses and you think my swishy hippy skirts are inadequate?" She tried to force her lips into a pout, but imagined the snickering got in the way. "I'm hurt."

"They don't show enough leg!" Wade said, poking at Tabitha's lower lip to try to make the failed pout go all the way away. "I'm just thinking of how best to display your assets!"

Tabs grabbed at Wade's finger and took a small step back. "You seem mighty interested in my "assets" for a guy who met me in person less than five minutes ago." She really didn't know what to do with him.

"You'd be interested in your assets, too, if you could see them from where I'm seeing them," Wade said, wiggling his finger until it was free. Then he waggled his eyebrows, cleared his throat, and sang, "Lay, lady, lay... lay across my big, brass bed..."

There was more fish gaping. "Duran Duran or Bob Dylan?" Classy, right?

"Pssh," Wade said. "Bob Dylan, of course."

"Points for good taste," she said. "Do you even have a brass bed?" Had she just said that out loud? She did. And she blamed him.

"I do," Wade said, nodding solemnly. "And it's big."

Tabitha could only duck her head in embarrassment, and nerves. Because she was so very tempted, but so very unsure. "Not today," she said firmly, whether to him or herself, she couldn't say.

"Well, alright," Wade said, a sad expression creeping over his face. He nodded to himself and then suddenly grinned. "But one day?"

She shelved the last book from her cart and turned with a skirt-swish. There was more lip nibbling as she looked over her shoulder. "Maybe, yeah."

"How about tomorrow?"

She leaned over to push the cart back to the front of the library. "You're a very bad man, Mr. Wilson." And she was a very bad woman, for finding it so appealing.

"That was not a 'no,' Miss Smith," Wade said, grinning as he followed along behind her. He glanced down at her... assets... and decided he could definitely come to appreciate swishy skirts. "Also, y'know what? I take back what I said about that skirt not being good for your assets."

The urge to straighten up and cover her butt with both hands was strong, but she squashed it without mercy. "No, Mr. Wilson, that was not a no. But a little more effort may be required."

"I can do more effort," Wade said, grinning. "I can definitely do more effort."