LOG: Haroun, Miles, and Alison - The List

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Miles comes to visit Haroun about the List and the aftereffects of Haroun's date with Alison.



Getting rid of Alison long enough to do this had been a challenge. Mama had known exactly what he was up to since he'd told her about The List that morning and at least she had laughed at it (though there hadn't been any need for her to laugh that much). Thankfully she hadn't insisted on seeing it or asking for details, so most of the Important Facts were safe. And now Miles was going to have a few Words with a certain someone upon whose door he was knocking on, hopefully before she realized where Miles was and who he was talking to. And caught up with him.

Haroun opened his door with curiosity - and then realized that the person at his door topped out at around three and something feet tall. So he knelt down to look Miles straight in the eye. "Hello." he told the boy awkwardly. "Were you looking for me?"

Hrm. Most adults were condescending when crouching down to talk to Miles like that, but Haroun just looked uncomfortable. That wasn't Bad, in and of itself, then. Shifting weight a bit, Miles nodded slowly, stealing a peek over his shoulder briefly. No Alison in sight yet. That was Good. Very Good. She was going to tickle him to death and he knew it. "Alison told Miles this morning at breakfast."

"She did, did she?" Haroun said to Miles, preparing himself for whatever may come. Tears, anger, denial, protests - he had no idea what the boy might do. "Would you like to come in and talk about it?" he asked carefully.

"Yes, Miles would. Thank you." He was being very, very polite. Also, not standing in the hallway where he would be in plain sight was oh so good. Meant more time between now and being tickled. To death. The boy walked inside and relaxed a little once the door was closed, providing a barrier between him and a giggly fate. "Miles would like to know," he paused, having carefully rehearsed the wording, "what are Mister Haroun's intentions towards Alison."

"You would, would you?" said Haroun, and then mentally kicked himself. "Well, it is hard to explain, but I will try for your sake. I like Alison. I think she's a beautiful strong woman, and that is very attractive to me. So I want to be with her as much as I can. To love her, if she will let me. Does that answer your question?" he asked the small green boy.

It did. And he couldn't even grumble about it too, which was a Good Thing even if he felt a bit like grumbling. And he could always ask Mister Cain to stomp on Haroun a bit if need be. "Good." And then he offered a very shy smile. "Because Alison had a very silly smile this morning until Miles mentioned The List." Whoops, had he said that out loud again?

"What List would that be, Miles?" Haroun asked. Seems that the boy had been keeping some sort of tally on Alison's love-life. He was now dying to see it, but he couldn't come out and just _ask_ to. "I had a silly smile this morning, too." he confessed. "Last night was just - amazing."

"Gah! Miles does not want to know more about last night!" The scrunched up face was more than testimony to the fact that there where things Miles was perfectly content with assigning the label 'icky' to and leave it at that. At least there didn't seem to be any stunned shock at the idea of him keeping a List in this case. Alison had gaped a lot at him before laughing.

He gave Haroun a stern look. "Mister Haroun was not high up on The List." Miles and Jamie had lost count on him at one point in fact and had to restart, to boot. Haroun had made things complicated. "But. Mister Haroun makes Alison happy, so that makes Miles happy too." Which was why The List had been dumped as of this morning. Unfortunately where Alison could see it. Oops.

"I wasn't planning on giving you the details, kid!" Haroun said with a laugh. "Just that we both had a wonderful time together. And I am glad that you are happy that we are happy. I don't ever plan on making her not-happy, so that shouldn't be a concern." he said. "And by the way - I understand that a certain someone in this room is the Mansion champion X-Box player. What is your favorite game?"

Miles was very much planning to hold him to the "not ever making her not-happy" bit. Oh yes. "Miles has several favorite games." This was interesting. And it had been a while since Miles had found someone new to play X Box with. "Of course, Miles also knows it is polite to let the challenger chose the game." Had Cain been in the room, he'd likely have muttered something about deceptive evil muppets.

Haroun wasn't born yesterday. "I'll let you pick, since it was my idea to play." he said. "And since I don't own an X-Box, we'll need to go out into the Rec Room to play. Is that OK?" he asked, counting on the boy's excitements about beating Haroun into roofing tar at the game of his choice would overwhelm his apparent fear at getting caught talking to him.

She wouldn't kill him in public, surely. Then again, she'd tickled him half to death in front of others before. "Yes! Miles would li-" he stopped, eyes widening at the knock on the door. "Uh oh." Death loomed on the other side, he had no doubt. Another knock soon followed the first, and yes, that was Alison's trademark knock, this time the start of the Transformers theme song. "Mister Haroun had better open the door now."

Haroun stood up and then walked over to the door. He opened it, not sure who was on the other side. He didn't usually have visitors, and now two in one day! Better yet, it was Alison, and he couldn't help but give her a big sloppy grin. "Alison! So good to see you. Sleep well?" he asked, his voice only insinuating a little.

Leaning in the doorway, Alison grinned back at him, raising an eyebrow at the comment. "Actually, I-" she paused, eyes sliding to the side and locking onto Miles. "There you are, young man." She sidled by Haroun, probably a bit closer to him than she actually needed to at that while giving him a not-so-innocent smile, before making a lunge for Miles.

"Eeep!" Scrambling to the other side, Miles evaded her and ran for the door, having far more escape room to go through and tear down the hallway thanks to his small size. "Nyaaah!" he called out over his shoulder, racing for his room, which was a 'safe place' when they had chases like this going on.

Haroun grinned back at Alison, enjoying the proximity. Yes, enjoying it mightily. In the privacy of his own mind, Miles wasn't there, and it was just her and him, and he ... had to start dealing with reality. Right now. "Miles and I were just going to go play on the X-Box. Do you want to play, or maybe watch?" he asked Alison with just a little smile. "I understand that you like to watch." He's be so lased for that one later, but he couldn't resist it.

"I have a little boy to tickle to death," she informed him gravely, although the saunter to the door to lean out and study the hallway was decidedly jaunty. "Death!" she called out, grinning as the door to Miles' room slammed behind him. She then blinked and yanked her head back in, looking at him as the turn of phrase sank in, mouth forming a nice 'o' of surprise. "Why you..."

Haroun moved even close to Alison now, close enough for him to practically feel the heat of her body. "Or you could let Miles survive untickled, and stay here for a time...'" he purred. "I'm sure we could find something to do..."

"Tickle him now, tickle him later..." This was beyond distracting. Alison leaned back against the wall, pondering just closing the door while she was at it. How had she missed this again? "I suppose I should hear out all the options before making a decision," she opined, nodding seriously.

Haroun reached around Alison to close the door to his room. "Well, you see, after last night I feel the need to make up for some lost time. After all, practice makes perfect, does it not? And I am in a mood to get as much practice as I can as often as I can." Feeling bold, he let a finger wind through her golden hair for a second before releasing it.

Yep. It was very hard to laugh when you were breathless all of a sudden. "And here I am without an escape route," she murmured, not sounding displeased with that notion in the least. And look, she was still making sense! "Mm. The practice thing was my idea, wasn't it?" she pointed out, reaching forward to hook a finger through a belt loop of his pants, drawing him closer just a bit.

Haroun moved with the grab, almost pressing himself against her at this point. "It was." he murmured. "Do you think that you need an escape route?" he asked her, suddenly serious for just a moment. "Or is now a good time to catch some practice?"

"Don't want an escape route." She breathed out the words almost lazily, upper back bracing against the wall as she arched back just enough to seriously short-circuit her self-control. She knew exactly what she wanted, with all of the challenges that came along with things being as they were. It was just getting very hard to be articulate enough to say so.

Haroun couldn't have torn his eyes away from Alison's arched back and her breathy words if you had offered him his legs back. "Maybe it's just me, but I think you're in a mood for some practice." he said before leaning forward and kissing her. Hard. "Am I wrong?" he asked once he had come up for air.

What had she been meaning to say? Belatedly deciding that breathing would be good and making an attempt at just that, Alison slid an arm around his neck, still tugging lightly at the belt loop she had a finger hooked around of with her other hand. "Less talking," she brushed her lips against his in a feather light, teasing motion. "More practicing."

Haroun grinned, and then set about doing precisely that. At length.

Something started to dig in her back at one point, possibly the door frame, but Alison didn't care in the least, being far more pre-occupied with other matters. Such as arching against Haroun with a bit more ardor than she'd meant to, which she freely intended to blame on the fact that all of this 'practicing' was fast making her lose any rational thought, while experimentally trailing her fingertips down along his neck and shoulders. Just to see how he'd react.

Haroun twitched as Alison's fingers traced themselves against the skin of his neck and shoulders. He was on Cloud Nine - Alison, in his arms. His bed not five feet away. He came up for air, and then looked at the slightly-glazed songbird with pride. ~I did that. To her.~ he thought in the privacy of his own mind. So far, things were going swimmingly. He switched their positions so he had his back to the wall - his back was mostly artificial anyway, sensation didn't enter into things much.

She followed the motion smoothly, working on instinct in the 'keep as little distance between us' motions, which were successful enough in her opinion, since she ended up conveniently not-quite-but-almost draped against him once the switch was done. "You're looking pretty pleased with yourself," she murmured, laughing breathlessly as she shifted against him one last time.

"Shouldn't I be?" he answered her with a grin. "I just wish..." he said, then shook his head. "There are plenty of things I could do to you, if you wanted me to." he leered. "Most of them pleasant." He hoped. He was, as his engineering prof would have said, long on theory and distressingly short on practice. He ran a thumb across her cheekbones, smiling at her and reveling in the sensations it generated deep inside of him.

Alison closed her eyes and leaned into the caress, paying far more attention to the sound of his voice than the words. Until some of what he'd said started to get through the admittedly very pleasant fog slowly down her thinking and she stopped moving for a moment, processing exactly what he'd said. And then actually blushed, of all things. "You just made me blush," she pointed out, looking a touch perplexed. "I don't blush. I have no shame at all. Why am I blushing exactly?"

Haroun grinned from ear to ear. "I made Alison Blaire blush? I must be doing something right!" he said, a little too loudly, a little too excitedly. "I've got a bed over there." he pointed out, entirely unnecessarily. "Much more comfortable than this wall here."

A smile greeted that offer but Alison shook her head gently, despite how very tempting the offer was, the depth of her reaction leaving her slightly off balance. "I am a very weak-willed woman just now and please don't tempt me so soon?" There was something else which she realized she was going to have to learn to deal with, in ways far more practical than just deciding she could have a relationship with Haroun, without actually living it. She didn't move away from him in the least however, indulging in a brief kiss before letting him answer.

"Hey, not a problem." Haroun said, although something inside of him howled in protest. "We have time. I ... I presume too much." he said, covering it with another kiss. "Weak-willed? You? Never. You're one of the strongest people I know."

First he made her blush, now he had her effectively at a loss for words. One of the strongest people he... is on crack. Totally on crack. She wasn't about to protest that statement however, considering what they were doing at the moment, and instead trailed a fingertip curiously down the side of his neck again, letting it trail down until her hand rested on his chest, nestled between them. "We have time," she agreed, finally, smiling faintly. She liked the sound of that - a lot.

Haroun had to -work- at not spasming at her touch. It was amazing how sensitive his meat was. He tended to forget, concentrate on the machine. Alison was highlighting for him how neglected the man was. He covered her hand with one of his own and took a deep breath. "We should probably go track down the boy." he said to her, a trifle shakily. "He's going to go and kick my ass at X-Box."

Very warm hands, he had. Gah, she had it bad and how, she wondered again, had she managed to miss all the signs? "Yes, he will," she agreed easily, pleased with his reaction to the light touch. "I'll just sit there and watch," Alison continued with a small grin. "I'm not much of any good at video games." Moving would help with the Miles finding. Arg.

"OK." he said, not letting go of her hand at all. "Let's go find the boy." he said, opening his door with his free hand. He kept a hand firmly on hers, and the silly grin just refused to go away. Things were only going to get more interesting from here on out, he thought.