1960's RP with Five

[gravity_grrl]

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In a way Roxy was lucky that she landed in the 1960's and not the pervious era, her modern look was a lot easier to blend into the 60's than if she were dumped into a June and Cleaver type of situation.

"At least I can pass off my short hair as some kind of Twiggy or Mia Farrow inspiration..." She thinks to herself as she passes by a shop window, pausing to adjust her outfit.

"And I do look great in a miniskirt if I do say so myself..."

Not that she's dressed up this way to try and lure anyone with her barely covered bottom, she is actually rather modestly dressed compared to what she wears most nights for work. Today she is going for 'casual lady about town', something that won't stand out too much if she has to do a little breaking and entering.

"Another plus for a miniskirt," She thinks to herself as she approaches the closed down appliance store. "It won't get caught on anything."

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[gravity_grrl]

Whatever reaction he was suspecting it's probably not the one he gets from her, which is to slam her hand down on the little coffee table that sits in front of them with a loud 'HA!' and then scoot closer to him, pointing her finger almost on his nose.

"I KNEW it!" She exclaims excitedly, locking eyes with him. "I KNEW you weren't a fucking teenager!" A trill of laughter erupts out of her and she sags against the couch in relief. "Oh thank christ, I was starting to feel like Mrs. Robinson..."

She raises an eyebrow up at him, still smiling. "Time traveling ability hrm? Sounds like a trip, don't worry by the way. I'm cool with the whole powers thing, check it out." She motions towards the bottle of whiskey which she left on the kitchen counter, she twitches her fingers and a second later it's floating over to them.

"What are the fuckin odds right?" She says and plucks the whiskey out of the air.

[oldmanfive]

"Mrs. Robinson, eh?" He replies, his only big take away from her getting excited and then looking relieved to hear that he's older than he looks. "So what? Were you actually trying to seduce me then?" He asks curiously, with a slight chuckle as he leans back against the couch and puts a foot on the edge of the coffee table.

He does take an interest in her powers as she demonstrates them by levitating the whiskey bottle over to them. "Impressive." He says a raised eyebrow of his own as he hold his hand out and teleports the bottle out of her hand into his own hand. "Time traveling isn't my ability though." He adds with a smirk as he opens said bottle and replenishes his drink.

[gravity_grrl]

She opens her mouth to argue with him about her intentions but then she actually thinks about it from an outsiders perspective; She's the one who initiated flirting, she's the one who invited him over for a drink and she's the one who picked out an outfit that deliberately shows off her curves.

"Oh god, that looks bad doesn't it...." She says to herself and then laughs, running a hand through her hair as a blush creeps across her cheeks. "But no! I wasn't trying to seduce you." She says sincerely, then pauses and because she can't help herself she cocks an eyebrow at him playfully.

"If I had been though....was it working?"

When he demonstrates his powers she utters another squawk of laughter, "Teleportation! You little sneak, no wonder you can get into places you shouldn't."

[oldmanfive]

"It definitely looks like you were trying to get into this schoolboy's shorts." He laughs, genuinely laughs as he see the blush creep across her face. Admittedly she looks even cuter when she blushes because as flirtatious as she is, she still has some sense of modesty. She's certainly a far cry from the Handler.

He simply shrugs noncommittally at her question as he hadn't quite decided on that point. In lieu of giving her a verbal response he takes another sip of his whiskey. He smiles slyly into the glass because between the exhaustion and his lowering inhibitions, he honestly might let himself get carried away into a moment had she pressed him further.

"Exactly, there isn't a place that can truly keep me out." He says as he leans his head back on couch and looks up at her ceiling.

[gravity_grrl]

The blush going across her cheeks goes from a pink to a full red and she tries to somehow explain her way out of that accusation. "I was not! I mean...whatever! I knew you weren't a normal schoolboy the second I saw you at the club so shut up."

Knew? Not exactly, but highly suspected, sure. She tries not to smile, and fails, as she turns her attention back to her drink. "I'm not the dirty lecherous one here, Mr. I'm 58 and going to flirt with a 24 year old cocktail waitress..."

She takes a long sip of her drink, trying hard not to notice the sly smile he has on. Kid? Old man? Either way he's pretty adorable when he wants to be.

"Does your teleporting have a limit or can you like...teleport us to Hawaii right now?"

[oldmanfive]

"Oh so does that mean you're telepathic too?" He teases as she declares that she knew he wasn't a schoolboy. "Or were you just hoping I'd be older so you wouldn't feel guilty for trying to seduce me? I mean come on the evidence is against you here." He tells her as he gestures around. The alcohol, the music, the outfit that accentuates her curves and shows off that cute ass of hers.

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Robinson." He shoots back at being called lecherous instead.

"It does have limits. I'm too exhausted to take us further then a few blocks right now. But technically when I'm at full strength I could probably port to Hawaii." He says with a bit of a shrug as he takes another sip of his drink and then leans over to grab the bottle of the table to give himself another refill.

[gravity_grrl]

She turns on him, her eyes wide and her mouth open in a look of total offence. It's a pretty good look but it's spoiled almost immediately because of the smile that surfaces across her lips as she grabs a nearby throw pillow and hits him with it, laughing.

"Oh my gaaaaaaaawd! Shut up! You're getting off on this aren't you?"

She giggles and leans towards him when he grabs the bottle of whiskey, motioning for him to refill her glass as well.

"How about after all this is over you take us to Hawaii then?"

[oldmanfive]

He barely has time to get his arm up to defend against the pillow shot. He laughs, slightly turning to the side to avoid another shot if possible. "I bet you would love if it did get me off. Since it would give you an excuse to get me out of my shorts." He teases with another laugh.

Instinctively he goes to top her glass off when she gestures for a refill. For a moment they lock eyes as she leans near him with her glass. She looks so beautiful with the bright smile and the flushed skin. He almost doesn't hear her question as he contemplates closing the small gap between them and kissing her.

"Eh?" He blinks in confusion for a moment. "And what would we do in Hawaii, hmm?" He asks, sounding a bit more salacious than originally intended.

[gravity_grrl]

She cackles and hits him again with the pillow, enjoying the sound of his laugh. Somehow she gets the feeling he doesn't do a lot of it. "And you said you weren't naughty! Such a fucking liar!"

When he asks what they would do in Hawaii she smiles and slowly extends her legs up and out onto the coffee table, one at a time, toes pointed. She does work in a burlesque club after all.

"Ohhhh the usual. Lounging by the pool in itty bitty swimsuits...soaking up the sun...drinking margaritas."

[oldmanfive]

"As if Mrs Robinson would be interested in straight laced schoolboys." He manages to retort, still holding an arm up to block the pillow shots. He honestly cannot remember the last time he had a good laugh. He has to wipe at his eyes because all the laughing is starting to make his eyes water.

And then his eyes fall on those shapely legs that land on the coffee table. Ugh. Yep. Those teenage hormones start sparking again that he chooses to down half his glass of whiskey to dull some of the frustration that is beginning to build.

"Soaking sun is overrated, but I wouldn't mind a margarita." He says with a sigh as he pours himself more whiskey. Definitely drinking more than he should at this point, but the last couple of days have been nothing but a shit show. He leans back against the couch and looks up the ceiling again before letting out a sigh.

"If we manage to survive and get our asses back to the right time period. Then yes, we can have those margaritas on the beach of Hawaii." He proclaims with a shrug because why the fuck not? Maybe he deserves a fucking break and well if he can spend some time with a hot lady by his side all the better.

[gravity_grrl]

"Good point." She says and stops hitting him with the pillow when she sees him wiping his eyes, grinning to herself at how much she's managed to crack through that serious exterior to the warm human being underneath it. He really should smile more, he's got a lovely one.

"Mmm I disagree. I love feeling the sun on my body," She says with a lazy smile, noticing the way his eyes go up and down her legs and how fast he is to chug half his glass of whiskey. "I'll need help with sunscreen though..."

"Hmn. Okay so....find your siblings, survive doomsday, get back to the right time period, all without dying or getting hurt and THEN we can take a vacation." She lists off, leaning back against the sofa and looking up at the ceiling along with him. She turns her head and offers him a slow smile.

"Piece of cake."

[oldmanfive]

He's mildly relieved when she stops hitting him with the pillow. He finally let his arm drop as lets out another sigh. Though he scoffs at her disagreement because if she experience even half of the weather conditions he had been through, she'd get why he thinks the sun bathing is overrated.

His ears twitch when she mentions she'd need help with sunscreen and then he feels like tingle below the belt. He sits up partly and takes another large sip of whiskey, making a face at the way it still burns his throat and chest. Though at this rate it is only really making him more hot than he previously had been. Fuck.

"I'm sure you'll have no problem finding some beach attendant to help you out." He tells her, because he's not going to get baited into offering his assistance. That's a trap just waiting to happen.

He almost laughs when she lists all the things they need to do. Because she makes it sound so simple but it is anything but. "You act as if this won't be like herding a bunch of asshole cats. And there is still the matter of the guys who are after me and my family. They want us dead and they are professionals." He sighs as he turns his head to look at her seeing those violet eyes staring right at him.

"I'm not as optimistic as you, Miss Roxy. The clock is ticking down and I am feeling like I am going to sink." He admits, turning his gaze back up at the ceiling. Suddenly feeling far more emotional than he wants to be right now.

[gravity_grrl]

She's a bit disappointed that he doesn't banter back about the sunscreen but a moment later she can understand why, his mood has shifted and when he voices his concerns about all that they have to do she can hear the raw emotion in his voice. He sounds like a man who has been treading water for years and instead of being handed a life vest he's been handed stones.

"You won't sink." She says softly, her eyes growing concerned as she watches his expression slip towards something that looks like defeat.

"Hey." She says and reaches over, brushing back a lock of his dark hair from his forehead. "I won't let that happen okay?"

[oldmanfive]

Instinctively he glances back over to her, when he feels her fingers brushing his hair off his forehead. He can't help but search her eyes because it is strange to see that sort of sincerity from someone he's only known a couple of days at best. She just seems so confident when she says she won't let him sink. It's like being seen for the first time since getting back to civilization. He's almost felt like a ghost this entire time, but now this woman sees him and notices that he is barely keeping afloat.

Not even his own siblings have offered him a life preserver in all of this mess. She's literally the first and it makes something inside of him feel incredibly warm inside. In a moment of impulse, he suddenly leans forward and just kisses her. Maybe a small part of him wanting to check if this was really happening or if he was back in the wastelands fantasizing about impossible scenarios.

[gravity_grrl]

Her eyes fly open in surprise when he kisses her because despite all her flirting she hadn't actually expected him to be so bold. There's a part of her that immediately tries to argue against his kiss, telling herself that it's wrong and she would be a fool to encourage such a thing. After all he is both younger and older than her and is practically a stranger.

And yet she finds herself ignoring all of that and kissing him back, pressing her lips firmly against his as she moves her hand her to cup the side of his face. She has no idea why she's doing this, is she starved for human connection after being stuck here for six months? Are they both acting out because everything could end so suddenly if he's right about doomsday?
Does it matter?

[oldmanfive]

Sure enough, she's as real as it gets. Her lips are incredibly soft and he can feel the warmth of her hand on his cheek as they both seem to lean into the moment. While in the back of his mind, he knows he shouldn't have kissed her. Somehow it feels incredibly right and he has no idea why that is. They are nearly complete strangers, so it doesn't necessarily make any sense.

Finally he breaks the kiss between them and immediately looks away. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He apologizes, because he had been the one to cross the line there. Banter or not, he's usually got better self-control than that. He rubs a hand over his face and lets out a sigh. Maybe it really had been a mistake to tempt fate by coming over to her place.

"Maybe I go..." He starts, sitting up and leaning forward to put his glass on the table.

[gravity_grrl]

He breaks the kiss so suddenly that it takes her a moment to come back to her senses, as one moment she is feeling warm, admired and most importantly safe as they kiss. It's the last emotion that really gets to her, sure she's been a little starved for affection these past six months but it's by her own choice. She technically has a boyfriend back in her own timeline and Roxy is usually fiercely loyal to her partners even when they don't return the favor.
But there's something about Five that draws her to him, something more than their flirtatious banter and physical attraction, he has a sense of altruistic responsibility and protectiveness that she craves.

So when he pulls away, apologizing and remarking that he should go she just reacts. Not bothering with words or explanation, she leans forward and grabs his tie, pulling it out from where it's tucked neatly under his sweater vest and using it to literally haul him back to her lips. She kisses him hard, her mouth opening slightly to him as she swings one of her legs over and across his, trapping him.

[oldmanfive]

The move surprises him, when she suddenly pulls him back into another kiss. It's like a spark of electricity that shoots down his back as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap. Instinctively his tongue sweeps against her lips as he seeks to deepen the kiss between them. He doesn't have time to question what the hell he is doing at this point. It's all just pure instinct and it all feels incredibly right.

His hands rub over her back and ass, gripping her thighs as he continues to plunder her mouth. His mind pretty much shutting down on him, while letting his body take the wheel for the time being.

[gravity_grrl]

The same electric spark goes down her body and she inhales sharply when he pulls her into his lap and then his tongue is plunging into her mouth and she moans, arching her back when she feels his hands rub down her back and across her ass. She loops his tie around her hand once, pulling on it to force him closer to her as she kisses him hungrily. Her other hand sneaks up inside his sweater vest where it begins to pull up his dress shirt from the waistband of his pants, wanting to feel more of his skin.

[oldmanfive]

He's completely caught in the moment between them, his own groans being swallowed into her mouth as they tongues jostled together. His hands eagerly smooth over her back as she holds his tie tight, keeping them from breaking apart.

However his mind is quickly snapped back to reality once she begins pulling his shirt free of his waistband. Suddenly the fabric of his shirt and her fingers brush against the gauze pad that taped down over the shrapnel injury he suffered to his abdomen less than a week ago. The area is still extremely tender to the touch, thus he winces and pulls away gasping for air.

"Shit..." He grimaces, one of his hands going to cover of the area protectively. "Sorry I forgot about that..." He apologizes because he had been so caught up in the moment, he had completely forgot about his injury. He was usually in some constant state of pain that it was easy to push the sensation to the background when the area itself is not directly exposed.

[gravity_grrl]

Her fingers freeze when they touch gauze, her mind trying to wraps itself around what it is that she's feeling and then he's wincing in pain and drawing back. She loosens her grip on his tie and pulls her body away from his a little bit to look at him.

"Oh Five, you're hurt!" She says and lifts his sweater vest and shirt up a little, peering at the gauze, trying to gauge how big of a wound it is.

"What happened? Was it one of those people you said was after you?"

[oldmanfive]

He softly pants, trying to rein in his breathing and concentrate on blocking out the pain again. The moment she loosens her grip on his tie, he leans his head back on the couch.

"It's a shrapnel wound. I got caught in an explosion a couple of days before I landed here in the 60s." He explains, because he feels horrible that he forgot about it. But then he wasn't exactly expecting things to escalate between to the point that he would irritate his injury.

"I'm probably due to clean it and change out the bandage, but I've been preoccupied with trying to find everyone and avoid the guys that are after me." He inhales sharply, staring up at the ceiling to control just how exhausted and injured he feels right about now.

[gravity_grrl]

"You stupid moron!" She says, her eyes wide and concerned. "That could get infected and give you blood poisoning if you don't keep up with cleaning it!" She's off him in a flash and rushing to her bathroom, opening cupboards and pulling down supplies. She returns shortly with a towel which she throws at him.

"Get naked. Now."

[oldmanfive]

"Oh please, I've been through worse." He huffs as he has had some horrible injuries over the years, but he's always managed to survive. He lets out a sigh of relief, when her weight shifts away from him and he practically sinks into the couch. He puts his arm over his face as he tries to focus on anything else but the throbbing pain at his side.

He starts as she throws a towel at him, he gingerly sits up and looks at her incredulously. "I am not getting naked." He refuses to cooperate because there are other injuries under these clothes that he doesn't want her to see and freak out further.

[gravity_grrl]

"Well you can't very well have a bath in them." She says, rolling her eyes. "Plus if I'm going to change your dressing I don't want to get blood all over your clothes. Or my couch."

She walks over and leans over him, smiling. "You're not suddenly getting shy on me are you?"