Alice and Johnny, Valentine's Day
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om_mainBefore the miniseries gets rolling, Alice shows up at the PEMBERLEY party to catch up with Johnny. Chocolates are eaten and boyfriends discussed.
John was just straightening his cravat and admiring the pile of pizza boxes when Alice appeared in the doorway. His face lit up--he'd known she'd come, of course, because she'd said, but it was still nice to see her. He snagged a particular box of chocolates--he'd prepared, knowing her discerning taste--and went directly to her.
"The muse arrives! Hello!" He grinned and held out a little heart-shaped box of four caramels--but the gourmet kind. "Hope it won't inspire Osborn to jealousy if I got you something, myself."
"Oh my god, Johnny, are you serious," Alice laughed, and kissed his cheek. Anything with chocolate was always welcome, and the thought of Harry being jealous didn't even register as an actual possibility. "Thank you! I didn't get you anything, so we have to share them. I love the cravat," she added with a grin.
"I don't think the muse is meant to buy the artist presents. You just present him with ideas, right?" John grinned--he still loved it when she called him Johnny! "But thanks. I went out and found it the moment Wanda and I had the idea. Come on, let's eat some of those and you can tell me all about Paris."
"Yes! We've got a little time before we start watching your thing, right?" Alice checked, but she was already drawing him to a nearby armchair.
He nodded, glad to be drawn. "Yeah, we've got pretty much everything read, but we're gonna let people come around at their own speed. Tell me everything!"
She sat down, leaving him to go for the arm of the chair or her lap, whatever he felt like. It was Johnny, so her lap was definitely an option, especially since she was in jeans. She'd change before Harry and she went out. "It was crazy. Pretty much everything you can imagine about Fashion Week is true. Harry fell ill, though, so that sucked in a major way, but I still got to enjoy it."
"Poor guy." John frowned and settled on the arm of the chair, legs sprawled out before him. If it had been Bigby, he would've just sat on him, but he was slightly more aware of how, well, huge he was these days. And Alice was not. (Not that Bigby was, either, but Bigby was, well, werewolf-strong.) "Still, at least you got to have fun. Meet celebrities and all that, too?"
"Oh my god, yes," she confirmed with a grin, crossing her legs. Sirius didn't count at this stage, but there had been celebrities who didn't actually attend this school, too. "Mostly fashion celebs, but a few actors and singers, too." She'd opened the box of chocolates, and held it out for Johnny to have one. "And man, some of the outfits, both on and off the runway." She sighed happily, eyes shining bright.
She'd had more than a little practice pretending that it had all been perfect despite Harry's illness, at this stage.
John sighed. "Probably would've loved 'em, eh?" That runway business was always so much more interesting than store-clothes!
Alice lowered the box back to her lap once John had picked a chocolate, and picked one up herself. "Adored them," she confirmed brightly.
He'd gone for milk, since he was pretty sure she preferred dark. He took a bite out of it and his eyes went wide. "Fuck me, that's... that's a mouth orgasm."
Even as he erupted into cursing, Alice was making a noise that seemed to be saying the exact same thing. Mouthgasm. Definitely. "Oh my god, Johnny, you spoil me."
"I do, don't I?" He giggled and slapped at his thigh, then popped the rest into his mouth. "Well, a little extra spoiling never hurt anyone. Bigby's birthday is past, speaking of. I got him a t-shirt... Should I have done something else, do you reckon? Or maybe I could for tonight?"
"I don't know," Alice answered, still having a moment with her chocolate. She finished swallowing, sighed happily, then focused on John's question. "Do you guys do dates?"
"Yeah." John grinned hugely. "He let me know what the concept was all about--properly, I mean. We've had some dead good ones. The first one ended with me putting him against a tree in the park in town, so--can't be bad, right?" Utterly shameless and happy, as usual.
Alice laughed just as happily at that conclusion. "Not unless the police takes offense. ...and even then, honestly," she admitted with a grin. "Then take him out. Something special, everything he'd love best? I mean, if you wanna spoil him rotten, too." And if he could pull it off at such short notice.
The grin at the memory of that date slipped off John's face and he sagged a bit. "I dunno what he'd love best, exactly--in that way. I think maybe he'd love just watching, like, Poirot and getting naked, tell the truth." The smile came back at that, though. Bigby naked was, well, fucking great.
That reaction made Alice laugh again, even as she enjoyed the last of the taste of that chocolate. God, that chocolate. "Well, you know, do that? Nothing says the perfect date for you guys has to happen outside."
"True," John agreed, brow furrowing. He licked the last of the chocolate from his lips thoughtfully. "I could just... ask. I mean, he's a straight up guy; he'd just tell me, right?"
"He's an idiot if he turns down the chance of getting naked with you, anyway," Alice very philosophically replied. "Unless he's got plans of his own for you guys. And he doesn't strike me as an idiot."
"Very smart," John said with a giggle. "I dunno if he has plans. I did make him a card--I burned it, you know how I do that pyrography thing. You get anything good, apart from the chocolate?"
"Some amazing flowers in a crazy beautiful vase, and this," she answered with a bright smile, fingers coming to brush against the necklace she was wearing. "And it's apparently not over. We're hitting some fashion shows after this, and then, who knows."
"You're a jet-setter." John grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Now there's an idea for a story. Young woman starts out on her own, ends up running into a handsome, rich man who--
"Wait no, not Fifty Shades of Gray." He wrinkled up his nose.
"Oh my god I hate you," Alice stated, aiming for deadpan but reaching something too warm for that. "I'll have you know the kink we get into is actually consensual, thank you." From what she'd read online, not so much in that book. And the trailer hadn't made her wanna see the movie, so.
"I read it when it was still a fanfiction," John admitted with a frown. "It was shit then. As I commented on various chapters. Over and over.
"You're far too smart to be like her, though. And if Harry's ever an ass, well, you've got friends who can set him on fire, so I'm sure there will be no trouble." Now he was grinning again.
"If Harry's ever an ass, I'll deal with it," Alice assured him with a grin. "If he's ever an abusive asshole, I'll make sure you get to have your fun, too." Not that she thought she had to worry about that, but she meant it anyway.
John might not be the best judge of character in the real world--as he'd lamented many times, recently--but he knew Alice well enough to know that she'd, as they said, cut a motherfucker. "I think we're both safe, tell the truth. Good taste." He held out his fist for a bump.
Alice grinned, and bumped his fist. "Perfect taste."
John was just straightening his cravat and admiring the pile of pizza boxes when Alice appeared in the doorway. His face lit up--he'd known she'd come, of course, because she'd said, but it was still nice to see her. He snagged a particular box of chocolates--he'd prepared, knowing her discerning taste--and went directly to her.
"The muse arrives! Hello!" He grinned and held out a little heart-shaped box of four caramels--but the gourmet kind. "Hope it won't inspire Osborn to jealousy if I got you something, myself."
"Oh my god, Johnny, are you serious," Alice laughed, and kissed his cheek. Anything with chocolate was always welcome, and the thought of Harry being jealous didn't even register as an actual possibility. "Thank you! I didn't get you anything, so we have to share them. I love the cravat," she added with a grin.
"I don't think the muse is meant to buy the artist presents. You just present him with ideas, right?" John grinned--he still loved it when she called him Johnny! "But thanks. I went out and found it the moment Wanda and I had the idea. Come on, let's eat some of those and you can tell me all about Paris."
"Yes! We've got a little time before we start watching your thing, right?" Alice checked, but she was already drawing him to a nearby armchair.
He nodded, glad to be drawn. "Yeah, we've got pretty much everything read, but we're gonna let people come around at their own speed. Tell me everything!"
She sat down, leaving him to go for the arm of the chair or her lap, whatever he felt like. It was Johnny, so her lap was definitely an option, especially since she was in jeans. She'd change before Harry and she went out. "It was crazy. Pretty much everything you can imagine about Fashion Week is true. Harry fell ill, though, so that sucked in a major way, but I still got to enjoy it."
"Poor guy." John frowned and settled on the arm of the chair, legs sprawled out before him. If it had been Bigby, he would've just sat on him, but he was slightly more aware of how, well, huge he was these days. And Alice was not. (Not that Bigby was, either, but Bigby was, well, werewolf-strong.) "Still, at least you got to have fun. Meet celebrities and all that, too?"
"Oh my god, yes," she confirmed with a grin, crossing her legs. Sirius didn't count at this stage, but there had been celebrities who didn't actually attend this school, too. "Mostly fashion celebs, but a few actors and singers, too." She'd opened the box of chocolates, and held it out for Johnny to have one. "And man, some of the outfits, both on and off the runway." She sighed happily, eyes shining bright.
She'd had more than a little practice pretending that it had all been perfect despite Harry's illness, at this stage.
John sighed. "Probably would've loved 'em, eh?" That runway business was always so much more interesting than store-clothes!
Alice lowered the box back to her lap once John had picked a chocolate, and picked one up herself. "Adored them," she confirmed brightly.
He'd gone for milk, since he was pretty sure she preferred dark. He took a bite out of it and his eyes went wide. "Fuck me, that's... that's a mouth orgasm."
Even as he erupted into cursing, Alice was making a noise that seemed to be saying the exact same thing. Mouthgasm. Definitely. "Oh my god, Johnny, you spoil me."
"I do, don't I?" He giggled and slapped at his thigh, then popped the rest into his mouth. "Well, a little extra spoiling never hurt anyone. Bigby's birthday is past, speaking of. I got him a t-shirt... Should I have done something else, do you reckon? Or maybe I could for tonight?"
"I don't know," Alice answered, still having a moment with her chocolate. She finished swallowing, sighed happily, then focused on John's question. "Do you guys do dates?"
"Yeah." John grinned hugely. "He let me know what the concept was all about--properly, I mean. We've had some dead good ones. The first one ended with me putting him against a tree in the park in town, so--can't be bad, right?" Utterly shameless and happy, as usual.
Alice laughed just as happily at that conclusion. "Not unless the police takes offense. ...and even then, honestly," she admitted with a grin. "Then take him out. Something special, everything he'd love best? I mean, if you wanna spoil him rotten, too." And if he could pull it off at such short notice.
The grin at the memory of that date slipped off John's face and he sagged a bit. "I dunno what he'd love best, exactly--in that way. I think maybe he'd love just watching, like, Poirot and getting naked, tell the truth." The smile came back at that, though. Bigby naked was, well, fucking great.
That reaction made Alice laugh again, even as she enjoyed the last of the taste of that chocolate. God, that chocolate. "Well, you know, do that? Nothing says the perfect date for you guys has to happen outside."
"True," John agreed, brow furrowing. He licked the last of the chocolate from his lips thoughtfully. "I could just... ask. I mean, he's a straight up guy; he'd just tell me, right?"
"He's an idiot if he turns down the chance of getting naked with you, anyway," Alice very philosophically replied. "Unless he's got plans of his own for you guys. And he doesn't strike me as an idiot."
"Very smart," John said with a giggle. "I dunno if he has plans. I did make him a card--I burned it, you know how I do that pyrography thing. You get anything good, apart from the chocolate?"
"Some amazing flowers in a crazy beautiful vase, and this," she answered with a bright smile, fingers coming to brush against the necklace she was wearing. "And it's apparently not over. We're hitting some fashion shows after this, and then, who knows."
"You're a jet-setter." John grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Now there's an idea for a story. Young woman starts out on her own, ends up running into a handsome, rich man who--
"Wait no, not Fifty Shades of Gray." He wrinkled up his nose.
"Oh my god I hate you," Alice stated, aiming for deadpan but reaching something too warm for that. "I'll have you know the kink we get into is actually consensual, thank you." From what she'd read online, not so much in that book. And the trailer hadn't made her wanna see the movie, so.
"I read it when it was still a fanfiction," John admitted with a frown. "It was shit then. As I commented on various chapters. Over and over.
"You're far too smart to be like her, though. And if Harry's ever an ass, well, you've got friends who can set him on fire, so I'm sure there will be no trouble." Now he was grinning again.
"If Harry's ever an ass, I'll deal with it," Alice assured him with a grin. "If he's ever an abusive asshole, I'll make sure you get to have your fun, too." Not that she thought she had to worry about that, but she meant it anyway.
John might not be the best judge of character in the real world--as he'd lamented many times, recently--but he knew Alice well enough to know that she'd, as they said, cut a motherfucker. "I think we're both safe, tell the truth. Good taste." He held out his fist for a bump.
Alice grinned, and bumped his fist. "Perfect taste."
