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xp_logsLeaving Warren still asleep in her bed, Vanessa goes out for her morning run only to receive a phone call from a very traumatized Quebecois.
Vanessa was tightening her ponytail as she stepped out of her building and her cell rang. The sun was only threatening to rise yet and the streets were quiet. It was her favorite time to be out and why she got up so early like clockwork to go running. The cell came with her in case of an emergency but she couldn’t imagine who would be calling her at this hour. She pulled her phone out from the armband where it was stashed and checked the ID on it. Jean-Paul? Brow furrowing, she hit the little green call button to answer it even as she bounced a bit to stave off the chill in the early morning air. “Aye? What are you doing calling me at half five in the morning?”
“Worthington?” Jean-Paul’s voice was slightly muffled by wind as he spoke, but the slight indignation was clear. “This is your trollop?”
Laughing, Vanessa shook her head and started to walk down the sidewalk. She needed to warm up anyway so she figured a brisk walk while Jean-Paul’s brain apparently fell out of his head would be good. “Ah. I see you did make good on your threats to spy on me, then. Yes, Warren is my trollop. I take it you don’t approve?”
“I just... did not need to see him naked,” Jean-Paul said, shaking his head as he flew back toward his own apartment. “Also, you should close your blinds. Or your curtains. Or both.” There was a short pause before he continued, “The wings, they look much bigger when spread on a bed like that.”
There was just no way to not keep laughing at this conversation, was there? Jean-Paul really did sound thoroughly traumatized. “I don’t know, I quite like him naked. And my curtains were mostly closed. I don’t normally take voyeurs into account, but you know me. I can hardly deny a voyeur such a good show.” Positions may have been slightly more limited because of the wings, but not by much. It was still an excellent show to watch, Vanessa was willing to bet. “Mm...yes, the wings are pretty massive. Though they also keep me very warm at night. There’s a cocoon sort of effect that happens. I’m quite fond of it.”
The noise Jean-Paul made was something between a strangled ox and a dying cat. “You should have simply told me. Curiosity - it is a bad thing. Remind me of this.” It had bitten him in the ass twice now where Vanessa was concerned. You’d think he’d know better by now.
“I almost did,” she told him in her defense. “It’s just that somehow the conversation never came around in such a manner to make me name my trollop for you. This is what happens when you don’t try for specifics more often, mi amor. You wind up with years of therapy to erase his naked, thrusting image from your mind.” She might have done that on purpose just to be mean. The word thrusting really was the sort that always accompanied mental images. Vanessa was a terrible friend.
Pulling the mobile away from his ear, Jean-Paul glared at it for a moment, then said, “You are paying for dinner. There will be a lot of dinner. And dessert. This trauma, it will only be gotten rid of after a great deal of food. And also... yegh.”
Vanessa had to slow her pace as she devolved into a fit of giggles. Poor Jean-Paul. He could watch Will have sex with her but Warren’s naked form had scarred him deeply. There was probably something in there but Vanessa was too busy laughing to figure it out. “Yes, I will buy you dinner. Tonight or do you have plans with one of your many, many boy toys?”
“Not tonight. I am having dinner with Kevin tonight. But I am free for dinner tomorrow, as long as it is early.” Jean-Paul smiled despite himself as he landed back at his own apartment. He put Vanessa’s camera on the table near the window and then turned, closing said window before heading toward the couch. Eventually he was going to have to return her camera to her, but that telescope lens was so useful. He’d think about it more seriously later.
“Early, huh? Plans with Will tomorrow?” Vanessa picked the pace of her walking back up now that the laughter had subsided. “What constitutes early?” There was almost no one on the street yet. Not even the paper had been delivered to the newsstands from what she could tell. This was the most peaceful time of the day for her. Even with Jean-Paul being a little crazy about her trollop.
“Oui, plans with Will tomorrow. Say four for early?” Jean-Paul grinned. That would give them plenty of time to eat and then for him to get over to Will’s in time for the movie marathon that was running. He didn’t actually know what movies were playing, but Will seemed excited, which meant... that Jean-Paul might not understand any of what was being said, since it would likely be a lot of electronic mumbo jumbo. The thought just made him smile a little more.
“Kevin tonight, Will tomorrow night...you’re quite the trollop yourself there, Monsieur Beaubier. All those boys and so little time. It’s quite impressive you manage to juggle it all.” She grinned, the teasing in her voice light enough to avoid sounding like any kind of judgement. Vanessa couldn’t keep up with the sort of commitment and investment in so many people at once, but her friend seemed to handle it just fine somehow. “I can do four. Just remind me to take lunch early, aye?” She passed out around ten or eleven at night most nights unless she had work keeping her up anyway. Dinner at four would hardly be a problem.
“Oui, I will remind you,” Jean-Paul said. “And I would hope I am not a trollop for Kevin or Will. Since we established, I think, that trollops are one night stands or only for the sex.”
“Technically trollops are sluts,” she pointed out. “And you’re a bit slutty. I mean this in the best possible way, of course. You sleep with very attractive men, watch others having sex...you’re quite the trollop, mi amor. You needn’t be ashamed of it.”
Waving his hand even though Vanessa couldn’t possibly see, Jean-Paul said, “Fine, I am a trollop. I am unashamed of my trollop status. I will see you for dinner tomorrow, mon ami. Your other trollop, he is not invited.”
“I don’t like sharing my other trollop anyhow and I only share you very selectively to begin with. I’ll see you tomorrow, mi amor, unless the bail jumpers get the best of me for a change.” She made a kissie noise into the phone and then rang off.
Vanessa was tightening her ponytail as she stepped out of her building and her cell rang. The sun was only threatening to rise yet and the streets were quiet. It was her favorite time to be out and why she got up so early like clockwork to go running. The cell came with her in case of an emergency but she couldn’t imagine who would be calling her at this hour. She pulled her phone out from the armband where it was stashed and checked the ID on it. Jean-Paul? Brow furrowing, she hit the little green call button to answer it even as she bounced a bit to stave off the chill in the early morning air. “Aye? What are you doing calling me at half five in the morning?”
“Worthington?” Jean-Paul’s voice was slightly muffled by wind as he spoke, but the slight indignation was clear. “This is your trollop?”
Laughing, Vanessa shook her head and started to walk down the sidewalk. She needed to warm up anyway so she figured a brisk walk while Jean-Paul’s brain apparently fell out of his head would be good. “Ah. I see you did make good on your threats to spy on me, then. Yes, Warren is my trollop. I take it you don’t approve?”
“I just... did not need to see him naked,” Jean-Paul said, shaking his head as he flew back toward his own apartment. “Also, you should close your blinds. Or your curtains. Or both.” There was a short pause before he continued, “The wings, they look much bigger when spread on a bed like that.”
There was just no way to not keep laughing at this conversation, was there? Jean-Paul really did sound thoroughly traumatized. “I don’t know, I quite like him naked. And my curtains were mostly closed. I don’t normally take voyeurs into account, but you know me. I can hardly deny a voyeur such a good show.” Positions may have been slightly more limited because of the wings, but not by much. It was still an excellent show to watch, Vanessa was willing to bet. “Mm...yes, the wings are pretty massive. Though they also keep me very warm at night. There’s a cocoon sort of effect that happens. I’m quite fond of it.”
The noise Jean-Paul made was something between a strangled ox and a dying cat. “You should have simply told me. Curiosity - it is a bad thing. Remind me of this.” It had bitten him in the ass twice now where Vanessa was concerned. You’d think he’d know better by now.
“I almost did,” she told him in her defense. “It’s just that somehow the conversation never came around in such a manner to make me name my trollop for you. This is what happens when you don’t try for specifics more often, mi amor. You wind up with years of therapy to erase his naked, thrusting image from your mind.” She might have done that on purpose just to be mean. The word thrusting really was the sort that always accompanied mental images. Vanessa was a terrible friend.
Pulling the mobile away from his ear, Jean-Paul glared at it for a moment, then said, “You are paying for dinner. There will be a lot of dinner. And dessert. This trauma, it will only be gotten rid of after a great deal of food. And also... yegh.”
Vanessa had to slow her pace as she devolved into a fit of giggles. Poor Jean-Paul. He could watch Will have sex with her but Warren’s naked form had scarred him deeply. There was probably something in there but Vanessa was too busy laughing to figure it out. “Yes, I will buy you dinner. Tonight or do you have plans with one of your many, many boy toys?”
“Not tonight. I am having dinner with Kevin tonight. But I am free for dinner tomorrow, as long as it is early.” Jean-Paul smiled despite himself as he landed back at his own apartment. He put Vanessa’s camera on the table near the window and then turned, closing said window before heading toward the couch. Eventually he was going to have to return her camera to her, but that telescope lens was so useful. He’d think about it more seriously later.
“Early, huh? Plans with Will tomorrow?” Vanessa picked the pace of her walking back up now that the laughter had subsided. “What constitutes early?” There was almost no one on the street yet. Not even the paper had been delivered to the newsstands from what she could tell. This was the most peaceful time of the day for her. Even with Jean-Paul being a little crazy about her trollop.
“Oui, plans with Will tomorrow. Say four for early?” Jean-Paul grinned. That would give them plenty of time to eat and then for him to get over to Will’s in time for the movie marathon that was running. He didn’t actually know what movies were playing, but Will seemed excited, which meant... that Jean-Paul might not understand any of what was being said, since it would likely be a lot of electronic mumbo jumbo. The thought just made him smile a little more.
“Kevin tonight, Will tomorrow night...you’re quite the trollop yourself there, Monsieur Beaubier. All those boys and so little time. It’s quite impressive you manage to juggle it all.” She grinned, the teasing in her voice light enough to avoid sounding like any kind of judgement. Vanessa couldn’t keep up with the sort of commitment and investment in so many people at once, but her friend seemed to handle it just fine somehow. “I can do four. Just remind me to take lunch early, aye?” She passed out around ten or eleven at night most nights unless she had work keeping her up anyway. Dinner at four would hardly be a problem.
“Oui, I will remind you,” Jean-Paul said. “And I would hope I am not a trollop for Kevin or Will. Since we established, I think, that trollops are one night stands or only for the sex.”
“Technically trollops are sluts,” she pointed out. “And you’re a bit slutty. I mean this in the best possible way, of course. You sleep with very attractive men, watch others having sex...you’re quite the trollop, mi amor. You needn’t be ashamed of it.”
Waving his hand even though Vanessa couldn’t possibly see, Jean-Paul said, “Fine, I am a trollop. I am unashamed of my trollop status. I will see you for dinner tomorrow, mon ami. Your other trollop, he is not invited.”
“I don’t like sharing my other trollop anyhow and I only share you very selectively to begin with. I’ll see you tomorrow, mi amor, unless the bail jumpers get the best of me for a change.” She made a kissie noise into the phone and then rang off.
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