Amara | John - Monday Evening (Backdated!)
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For all that Amara had been terribly blasé about John's return on Angelo's journal, she was really looking forward to seeing him again. She had something of a silly grin on her face as she approached their door, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. She was just bringing him food, it wasn't really that much of a big deal. Really. It wasn't even something she'd cooked herself, she'd picked it up from a Thai place on her way over. She'd ended up ordering far more than one (or two) people could eat, not entirely sure what John would like. But he had options! She knocked loudly on the door, hoping John could hear her despite possibly being asleep.
It was good that Angelo had woken him up before leaving for dinner with Alejandra. Also a good thing that he had mentioned Amara was coming over because that had got John up and awake within minutes. Now, freshly showered and shaved, John rushed over to open the door but in his haste, he tripped over a napping Joyita, stumbled and hit the door hard with his shoulder.
"...!" Oh, that was smooth. He leaned his forehead against the hard surface and winced. Joyita barked and John was tempted to trip Angelo's dog out and over the balcony. Thankfully, another knock on the door got his focus right back where it was supposed to be. He composed his features and opened the door, greeting Amara with a casual grin. "Hey, I--" Joyita barked once more and before he could get a proper word out or even take that step forward to maybe a) get the takeout bags off her hands, b) give her a brief hug, c) a quick kiss, d) all of the above, Joyita pushed past John and began sniffing at the newcomer, putting some dog distance between them.
Amara's grin had faded a little when she heard the thud against the door, but it returned when John actually opened the door. She opened her mouth to reply, but then Joyita appeared, and she just laughed.
"Hi. Here, take these." She held out the bags of food to John, smiling at him quickly before turning her attention to the dog. She'd met enough dogs since she'd come to America to know she wasn't getting in until she'd properly introduced herself. Once John took the bags, she dropped down to a knee, holding out a hand for Joyita to sniff.
"Hello girl," she cooed.
"She's Angelo's," John said as he watched them. "Her name's Joyita." After allowing the dog some time to get acquainted with Amara, he leaned over and tugged Joyita by the collar, getting her to move past him again before he held his hand out to Amara to help her up.
"You really didn't have to come all the way to Slumderland."
"Apparently you needed a reason to get out of Angelo's bed," she said with a slightly cheeky smile. "And sleeping all day is not going to do anything to help you get over jetlag. So here I am. With dinner. I wasn't sure what sort of food you liked, so I just ordered a bunch of things off the menu. I hope you like Thai." She was babbling, a little bit, but her nerves about just... dropping by to see him were rising to the surface once more.
"Yeah. I do." He canted his head to the side as he took a look at the two takeout bags in his hand. She wasn't kidding when she said she had ordered a bunch of things off the menu. "I'm gonna go right ahead and assume you'll be joining me for dinner then." John smirked and took a step back, opening the door a little wider to invite her in.
"I know it's late. But I can drive you back to the mansion," he offered. "It's the least I can do."
"Well, you could eat it all by yourself," she grinned. "But yes, I had intended on eating with you. Presuming you didn't mind me staying." Not that she thought he would mind. Or at least that's what she'd hoped. She stepped in the door, looking up at him with a smile.
"You don't have to drive me back, it's fine. I have friends I can crash with if it gets too late to head back to the mansion."
"Let me get this straight," John said as he closed the door behind him and placed the takeout bags on the coffee table. "You think I'm going to let you walk out of here and have you either take the bus or go crash at your friend's place at close to midnight in District X?" The neighborhood wasn't exactly the safest place. There was no way John was going to let her walk out of the apartment at this hour on her own. He could already imagine the amount of catcalls she'd be getting just crossing the street from here.
"Let me drive you home."
"-- well when you put it like that. But it's still really late for you to be going out. Even if you did sleep all day." She followed him into the apartment, glancing around a little. "And I can take care of myself, you know. Amazing fire powers aside. I can defend myself." Thank you, X-Men training. It helped in all kinds of situations.
"I don't doubt that," John said. "But you know, just because I can burn buildings doesn't mean I should. ... Least, that's what Angelo keeps telling me." He walked over to the mini bar and took out two beers and a water bottle. "So why should you have to defend yourself all the way to the bus stop when we could take the scenic route back to the mansion." He smirked and motioned for Amara to take a seat on the sofa before placing the drinks on the coffee table.
"How do you like the apartment?" There wasn't much in terms of decor as both men preferred to keep it simple but the loft was spacious. John had bookcases installed across one stretch of the wall and over the course of a year, they had filled it up with books and DVDs. There were a couple of bean bags on the floor, no carpets over the wooden flooring, a ladder leading up to the storage room, a bedroom on either side of the apartment, a kitchen, a mini bar and John's personal favorite, the balcony.
"No, you probably shouldn't. But defending myself is a little different to destruction of property," she replied with a bit of a smile as she took a seat. "But, I acquiesce. You may drive me home. At least this once." It was a long drive back to the mansion, and Amara wasn't entirely okay with John making the trip too often. Even if spending at least half the drive with him sounded nice.
"It's not bad," she said with a grin, leaning over to start unpacking the food. "Nicer than I was expecting, I have to say." Tales from her friends at college had lead her to believe that most bachelor pads were scary, scary sorts of places. But their place really wasn't like that.
It was all thanks to Angelo who kept the place spick and span. John rarely did the cleaning. Amara would probably come to learn of that soon enough. He watched Amara unpack the food and leaned over to help before he sat down next to her with his beer in hand.
"Alejandra comes round from time to time and so does Angelo's mom. And Amanda." Casually, John rested his arm on the sofa behind her as he spoke. "I'd buy something and put it somewhere I like and when I come back from the office, somehow the furniture moves."
"Is that why it manages to stay clean?" She asked teasingly. "So it's fit for visitors?" Family and girlfriends (both past and present) were a good reason to keep things tidy. "I still more or less have all the furniture my room came with when I moved into it. Not very exciting, I know." She chose one of the boxes of food, settling back on the couch and letting her head rest against his arm. She'd made sure she had a fork to eat with, Amara and chopsticks were honestly a disaster waiting to happen.
"Angelo is a clean freak, and I never had any furniture of my own back when I was living at the mansion either," he said and glanced over when she rested her head on his arm. Okay. That was... Well. It actually felt nice. John allowed himself to relax slightly and drank some more. Distracted, he found that he really liked whatever shampoo she was using. It smelled really good, which was probably why he suddenly decided to kiss her on the top of her head. It was very out of the blue. Almost affectionate. Very unlike him.
"..." John cleared his throat and went back to drinking.
"Lucky you," Amara said with a smile. "Having a roommate that is a clean freak. I hate to admit it, but my room is pretty messy most of the time. I can keep a kitchen clean, but apparently not my own stuff." Mostly because tidying took much more time than she really liked.
She grinned a little at the kiss, toeing her shoes off so she could curl her feet up under her on the couch, cuddling in a little closer. Snuggling on the couch with someone was not something Amara had ever really done in the past, but honestly? She was liking it so far.
"Yeah... Lucky me." John let out a bit of a smile and continued to nurse his drink. It was good to be home. Different this time round maybe because he never had anyone special to come home to before. Now here was Amara with food and warmth and John did sort of feel like the luckiest guy on earth.
"Mr. Sulu": You're welcome.
Pete: Thanks!' - Two Guys, a Girl and a Pizza Place
For all that Amara had been terribly blasé about John's return on Angelo's journal, she was really looking forward to seeing him again. She had something of a silly grin on her face as she approached their door, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. She was just bringing him food, it wasn't really that much of a big deal. Really. It wasn't even something she'd cooked herself, she'd picked it up from a Thai place on her way over. She'd ended up ordering far more than one (or two) people could eat, not entirely sure what John would like. But he had options! She knocked loudly on the door, hoping John could hear her despite possibly being asleep.
It was good that Angelo had woken him up before leaving for dinner with Alejandra. Also a good thing that he had mentioned Amara was coming over because that had got John up and awake within minutes. Now, freshly showered and shaved, John rushed over to open the door but in his haste, he tripped over a napping Joyita, stumbled and hit the door hard with his shoulder.
"...!" Oh, that was smooth. He leaned his forehead against the hard surface and winced. Joyita barked and John was tempted to trip Angelo's dog out and over the balcony. Thankfully, another knock on the door got his focus right back where it was supposed to be. He composed his features and opened the door, greeting Amara with a casual grin. "Hey, I--" Joyita barked once more and before he could get a proper word out or even take that step forward to maybe a) get the takeout bags off her hands, b) give her a brief hug, c) a quick kiss, d) all of the above, Joyita pushed past John and began sniffing at the newcomer, putting some dog distance between them.
Amara's grin had faded a little when she heard the thud against the door, but it returned when John actually opened the door. She opened her mouth to reply, but then Joyita appeared, and she just laughed.
"Hi. Here, take these." She held out the bags of food to John, smiling at him quickly before turning her attention to the dog. She'd met enough dogs since she'd come to America to know she wasn't getting in until she'd properly introduced herself. Once John took the bags, she dropped down to a knee, holding out a hand for Joyita to sniff.
"Hello girl," she cooed.
"She's Angelo's," John said as he watched them. "Her name's Joyita." After allowing the dog some time to get acquainted with Amara, he leaned over and tugged Joyita by the collar, getting her to move past him again before he held his hand out to Amara to help her up.
"You really didn't have to come all the way to Slumderland."
"Apparently you needed a reason to get out of Angelo's bed," she said with a slightly cheeky smile. "And sleeping all day is not going to do anything to help you get over jetlag. So here I am. With dinner. I wasn't sure what sort of food you liked, so I just ordered a bunch of things off the menu. I hope you like Thai." She was babbling, a little bit, but her nerves about just... dropping by to see him were rising to the surface once more.
"Yeah. I do." He canted his head to the side as he took a look at the two takeout bags in his hand. She wasn't kidding when she said she had ordered a bunch of things off the menu. "I'm gonna go right ahead and assume you'll be joining me for dinner then." John smirked and took a step back, opening the door a little wider to invite her in.
"I know it's late. But I can drive you back to the mansion," he offered. "It's the least I can do."
"Well, you could eat it all by yourself," she grinned. "But yes, I had intended on eating with you. Presuming you didn't mind me staying." Not that she thought he would mind. Or at least that's what she'd hoped. She stepped in the door, looking up at him with a smile.
"You don't have to drive me back, it's fine. I have friends I can crash with if it gets too late to head back to the mansion."
"Let me get this straight," John said as he closed the door behind him and placed the takeout bags on the coffee table. "You think I'm going to let you walk out of here and have you either take the bus or go crash at your friend's place at close to midnight in District X?" The neighborhood wasn't exactly the safest place. There was no way John was going to let her walk out of the apartment at this hour on her own. He could already imagine the amount of catcalls she'd be getting just crossing the street from here.
"Let me drive you home."
"-- well when you put it like that. But it's still really late for you to be going out. Even if you did sleep all day." She followed him into the apartment, glancing around a little. "And I can take care of myself, you know. Amazing fire powers aside. I can defend myself." Thank you, X-Men training. It helped in all kinds of situations.
"I don't doubt that," John said. "But you know, just because I can burn buildings doesn't mean I should. ... Least, that's what Angelo keeps telling me." He walked over to the mini bar and took out two beers and a water bottle. "So why should you have to defend yourself all the way to the bus stop when we could take the scenic route back to the mansion." He smirked and motioned for Amara to take a seat on the sofa before placing the drinks on the coffee table.
"How do you like the apartment?" There wasn't much in terms of decor as both men preferred to keep it simple but the loft was spacious. John had bookcases installed across one stretch of the wall and over the course of a year, they had filled it up with books and DVDs. There were a couple of bean bags on the floor, no carpets over the wooden flooring, a ladder leading up to the storage room, a bedroom on either side of the apartment, a kitchen, a mini bar and John's personal favorite, the balcony.
"No, you probably shouldn't. But defending myself is a little different to destruction of property," she replied with a bit of a smile as she took a seat. "But, I acquiesce. You may drive me home. At least this once." It was a long drive back to the mansion, and Amara wasn't entirely okay with John making the trip too often. Even if spending at least half the drive with him sounded nice.
"It's not bad," she said with a grin, leaning over to start unpacking the food. "Nicer than I was expecting, I have to say." Tales from her friends at college had lead her to believe that most bachelor pads were scary, scary sorts of places. But their place really wasn't like that.
It was all thanks to Angelo who kept the place spick and span. John rarely did the cleaning. Amara would probably come to learn of that soon enough. He watched Amara unpack the food and leaned over to help before he sat down next to her with his beer in hand.
"Alejandra comes round from time to time and so does Angelo's mom. And Amanda." Casually, John rested his arm on the sofa behind her as he spoke. "I'd buy something and put it somewhere I like and when I come back from the office, somehow the furniture moves."
"Is that why it manages to stay clean?" She asked teasingly. "So it's fit for visitors?" Family and girlfriends (both past and present) were a good reason to keep things tidy. "I still more or less have all the furniture my room came with when I moved into it. Not very exciting, I know." She chose one of the boxes of food, settling back on the couch and letting her head rest against his arm. She'd made sure she had a fork to eat with, Amara and chopsticks were honestly a disaster waiting to happen.
"Angelo is a clean freak, and I never had any furniture of my own back when I was living at the mansion either," he said and glanced over when she rested her head on his arm. Okay. That was... Well. It actually felt nice. John allowed himself to relax slightly and drank some more. Distracted, he found that he really liked whatever shampoo she was using. It smelled really good, which was probably why he suddenly decided to kiss her on the top of her head. It was very out of the blue. Almost affectionate. Very unlike him.
"..." John cleared his throat and went back to drinking.
"Lucky you," Amara said with a smile. "Having a roommate that is a clean freak. I hate to admit it, but my room is pretty messy most of the time. I can keep a kitchen clean, but apparently not my own stuff." Mostly because tidying took much more time than she really liked.
She grinned a little at the kiss, toeing her shoes off so she could curl her feet up under her on the couch, cuddling in a little closer. Snuggling on the couch with someone was not something Amara had ever really done in the past, but honestly? She was liking it so far.
"Yeah... Lucky me." John let out a bit of a smile and continued to nurse his drink. It was good to be home. Different this time round maybe because he never had anyone special to come home to before. Now here was Amara with food and warmth and John did sort of feel like the luckiest guy on earth.
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