Post by thedragonlady on Oct 5, 2020 0:28:09 GMT -5
After much protesting, Mameha put up a hand to silence me. In her free hand she held a plastic cup of jello. "You have been here for almost 24 hours Pearl. I am fine. I swear. This old hen still has a lot of years left. Now. What would make me feel better is if you go clean yourself up. And get some sleep. I promise I'll be here after you rest up."
Pearl stared at Mameha with dark circles under her eyes. She stood to leave after nodding her head. After taking a couple of steps away, Pearl paused. In one quick movement she rushed to Mameha and wrapped her arms around her.
"I will be back in awhile. Promise."
Mameha wrapped her arms around Pearl's shoulders and squeezed her. Definitely not at full strength yet. "That I am sure of. You always keep your promises." With that,
Pearl left the hospital. And instead of walking back towards their apartment she hoofed it towards the CW Pavilion.
She did want to rest, but not until something else was done first. A promise had been broken last night that needed to be dealt with. She eventually pushed open a door that led into the maze of hallways and doors that made up part of the CW Pavilion. She would begin popping her head into different rooms looking for him. Looking for Matt.
Matt stepped out of the showers in the deserted men’s locker room, naked as a jailbird and drying out his hair. He goes to his phone and after opening Spotify and playing The Killer’s ‘The Man’ he began to apply deodorant, cologne and the other bits of self care he took part in, remaining stark naked as he did so.
Nothing like a deserted arena for privacy. As The Dragon Lady is in a desperate search for Matt, the insecurities she felt seeing naked men about a month ago did not stop her. She pushed the locker room door open with a hand. "Matt? You in here?" She said this quietly. Almost at a whisper trying not to startle anyone who wasn't Matt.
She began silently moving past an isle of lockers. Nobody there. She moved to the second aisle and saw him standing there looking like… well a god. She began walking towards him, not caring he was naked… well perhaps she cared a little… but not enough to stop her and explain herself. She owed him something after she stood him up last night. She owed him at least an apology.
She strode up to him and untied a light jacket around her waist and tossed it to him for cover. "I- I am sorry." She didn't say anything else at the moment. She looked down at their toes. Her mask is still on her face. However because she was too tired to change into her full getup, she wore a pair of jeans and a plain white tank top.
Matthew froze at the cloth suddenly plopping on his shoulder, and that familiar voice. He remained still a moment, before reaching over and grabbing a towel from the bench, instead of the offered sweater. He covers his modesty, before turning and staring down at her wordlessly. He pursed his lips, and nodded before speaking.
“Apology accepted,” He moved past her, to his gym bag where he began retrieving workout clothes. Shorts, his own white tank top. The bruising that covered his body had started to fade although the one running up his left side still had a twinge of purple. His right forearm was in a cast, a souvenir from Alex Winter and his goons.
“Next time, though I can take rejection a lot better than a no show, Pe--Dragon Lady.”
She reached out and caught his wrist as he walked right past her. His words stung her in a most violent way. She would hold his wrist in her hand looking away a moment. Trying to take this… rejection. "I- I didn't mean to. I am sorry. Truly I am." She looked back at him then.
She pulled her mask down. She would look up at him feeling most hurt even though she hurt him. She tried not to look hurt as she said, "I had everything planned out last night you know? I even had a dress ready… Please," she squeezed his wrist a bit tighter, "I didn't mean to hurt you. What happened last night… is not my business to tell. All I can say is I am sorry."
He tensed at her touch and in an instant that ‘You’re a fucking dick’ feeling plunged his stomach to his feet. He averts his gaze to her, his breath hitching as he sees her face. Slowly, he turns toward her and brings his wrist and her hand up and with a brazen sense of entitlement, plants a soft kiss upon her hand.
He lets out a sigh, shaking his head “This is no good at all,” he mumbles, “You stood me up, and I still can’t be mad at you. Got me wrapped around your little finger and this is the most physical we’ve been.” He brings his other hand to rest on her waist, nodding as he rolls his eyes more to himself than her, “Whatever it was, I’m sure it was important. We’re good. Just...how about you pick a time and place this time, and we’ll do it old school. I’ll even have you home by midnight.” He smirks
She gave him this slight smile then. His kiss on her hand sent chills up her whole arm. His hand on her waist felt unfamiliar, but nice. She then promptly and quickly, climbed atop the bench beside them so she could be more eye level with him. She is still not close to his height. But a little closer. That's what mattered.
"I promise. I will think of something good for us to do together. I am still sorry… you make me feel… well it doesn't matter right now. Just remember, I didn't ever mean to hurt you." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she exhaled. She opened her eyes again and pressed a hand to one side of his face.
"There's plenty of people I want to hurt right now. Plenty of people I want to make hurt the same way I do right now. But you- you're not one of them." With that she stood on tip- toes to plant a kiss on each of his cheeks.
She would stare at him a moment after kissing his cheeks. Her blue eyes lighting up this most steamy shower and locker room. With that she let her hand drop from his face. And began to trot away on the bench beside the locker doors forgetting her light sweater as she is very tired at the moment. She hasn't slept in 24 hours. Knox watches her trot away, eyes inevitably roaming to her ass as it swayed away. He let out a sigh, and sat on the bench.
“You’re in trouble now, Knox.” he muttered, before looking back up at her exiting figure.
“It’ll be fun, though.” He concludes.
Pearl stared at Mameha with dark circles under her eyes. She stood to leave after nodding her head. After taking a couple of steps away, Pearl paused. In one quick movement she rushed to Mameha and wrapped her arms around her.
"I will be back in awhile. Promise."
Mameha wrapped her arms around Pearl's shoulders and squeezed her. Definitely not at full strength yet. "That I am sure of. You always keep your promises." With that,
Pearl left the hospital. And instead of walking back towards their apartment she hoofed it towards the CW Pavilion.
She did want to rest, but not until something else was done first. A promise had been broken last night that needed to be dealt with. She eventually pushed open a door that led into the maze of hallways and doors that made up part of the CW Pavilion. She would begin popping her head into different rooms looking for him. Looking for Matt.
Matt stepped out of the showers in the deserted men’s locker room, naked as a jailbird and drying out his hair. He goes to his phone and after opening Spotify and playing The Killer’s ‘The Man’ he began to apply deodorant, cologne and the other bits of self care he took part in, remaining stark naked as he did so.
Nothing like a deserted arena for privacy. As The Dragon Lady is in a desperate search for Matt, the insecurities she felt seeing naked men about a month ago did not stop her. She pushed the locker room door open with a hand. "Matt? You in here?" She said this quietly. Almost at a whisper trying not to startle anyone who wasn't Matt.
She began silently moving past an isle of lockers. Nobody there. She moved to the second aisle and saw him standing there looking like… well a god. She began walking towards him, not caring he was naked… well perhaps she cared a little… but not enough to stop her and explain herself. She owed him something after she stood him up last night. She owed him at least an apology.
She strode up to him and untied a light jacket around her waist and tossed it to him for cover. "I- I am sorry." She didn't say anything else at the moment. She looked down at their toes. Her mask is still on her face. However because she was too tired to change into her full getup, she wore a pair of jeans and a plain white tank top.
Matthew froze at the cloth suddenly plopping on his shoulder, and that familiar voice. He remained still a moment, before reaching over and grabbing a towel from the bench, instead of the offered sweater. He covers his modesty, before turning and staring down at her wordlessly. He pursed his lips, and nodded before speaking.
“Apology accepted,” He moved past her, to his gym bag where he began retrieving workout clothes. Shorts, his own white tank top. The bruising that covered his body had started to fade although the one running up his left side still had a twinge of purple. His right forearm was in a cast, a souvenir from Alex Winter and his goons.
“Next time, though I can take rejection a lot better than a no show, Pe--Dragon Lady.”
She reached out and caught his wrist as he walked right past her. His words stung her in a most violent way. She would hold his wrist in her hand looking away a moment. Trying to take this… rejection. "I- I didn't mean to. I am sorry. Truly I am." She looked back at him then.
She pulled her mask down. She would look up at him feeling most hurt even though she hurt him. She tried not to look hurt as she said, "I had everything planned out last night you know? I even had a dress ready… Please," she squeezed his wrist a bit tighter, "I didn't mean to hurt you. What happened last night… is not my business to tell. All I can say is I am sorry."
He tensed at her touch and in an instant that ‘You’re a fucking dick’ feeling plunged his stomach to his feet. He averts his gaze to her, his breath hitching as he sees her face. Slowly, he turns toward her and brings his wrist and her hand up and with a brazen sense of entitlement, plants a soft kiss upon her hand.
He lets out a sigh, shaking his head “This is no good at all,” he mumbles, “You stood me up, and I still can’t be mad at you. Got me wrapped around your little finger and this is the most physical we’ve been.” He brings his other hand to rest on her waist, nodding as he rolls his eyes more to himself than her, “Whatever it was, I’m sure it was important. We’re good. Just...how about you pick a time and place this time, and we’ll do it old school. I’ll even have you home by midnight.” He smirks
She gave him this slight smile then. His kiss on her hand sent chills up her whole arm. His hand on her waist felt unfamiliar, but nice. She then promptly and quickly, climbed atop the bench beside them so she could be more eye level with him. She is still not close to his height. But a little closer. That's what mattered.
"I promise. I will think of something good for us to do together. I am still sorry… you make me feel… well it doesn't matter right now. Just remember, I didn't ever mean to hurt you." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she exhaled. She opened her eyes again and pressed a hand to one side of his face.
"There's plenty of people I want to hurt right now. Plenty of people I want to make hurt the same way I do right now. But you- you're not one of them." With that she stood on tip- toes to plant a kiss on each of his cheeks.
She would stare at him a moment after kissing his cheeks. Her blue eyes lighting up this most steamy shower and locker room. With that she let her hand drop from his face. And began to trot away on the bench beside the locker doors forgetting her light sweater as she is very tired at the moment. She hasn't slept in 24 hours. Knox watches her trot away, eyes inevitably roaming to her ass as it swayed away. He let out a sigh, and sat on the bench.
“You’re in trouble now, Knox.” he muttered, before looking back up at her exiting figure.
“It’ll be fun, though.” He concludes.