Red propped herself up on her elbow and looked at the man lying next to her in the bed. She ran her fingers down the row of crescent shaped scars between his ribs and his navel, "You know, Dare. If you'd never met me, you wouldn't have these scars." She ran her fingers over the scars on the side of his neck and across his collarbone, "These either." Darien caught her hand and held it, "Ramona, if I'd never met you, I'd be dead. On multiple occasions." Red smiled, "You're the only person that can get away with calling me 'Ramona.' If Hobbes tried it, I'd kill him."
"I know you would." Darien stroked the inside of Red's elbow absently.
"Dare, we didn't... last night... we didn't...?" Darien grinned at her bewilderment, "We just slept Ramona. That's all. Neither of us was really in any condition to do anything else." Red smiled roguishly, "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling better. The Official did say that we could have the day off to recover."
"What are you suggesting we do?" Red's smile widened, "Well," She drew the word out to at least two syllables, "I think that we should go down to Costa's and get some banana cream pie, with peanut butter of course. Then go to the mall for some retail therapy." Darien's jaw hung open, the hand that had been stroking Red's elbow seemed paralyzed. Red sat up to look at Darien, "What? Did you have something else in mind?" Darien sat up as well, "I was kinda hoping for some second to third base therapy. On second thought, giver our record with baked goods and going to the mall, the chances of getting that are pretty high." Red leaned in and kissed the tip of Darien's nose, "First dibs on the shower!" She flung the blanket across Darien and bolted to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Who is Ramona? Why is she known as 'Red'? Why are she and Darien living together? Why would Darien be dead (albeit unscarred) if he had never met her? Why Peanut Butter? What exactly is their record with baked goods and going to the mall? Why would the Official give anyone the day off? The answers to these (and any other) burning questions will be answered in the next issue-sode of "the girl called Red." But only if you want to know!
"I know you would." Darien stroked the inside of Red's elbow absently.
"Dare, we didn't... last night... we didn't...?" Darien grinned at her bewilderment, "We just slept Ramona. That's all. Neither of us was really in any condition to do anything else." Red smiled roguishly, "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling better. The Official did say that we could have the day off to recover."
"What are you suggesting we do?" Red's smile widened, "Well," She drew the word out to at least two syllables, "I think that we should go down to Costa's and get some banana cream pie, with peanut butter of course. Then go to the mall for some retail therapy." Darien's jaw hung open, the hand that had been stroking Red's elbow seemed paralyzed. Red sat up to look at Darien, "What? Did you have something else in mind?" Darien sat up as well, "I was kinda hoping for some second to third base therapy. On second thought, giver our record with baked goods and going to the mall, the chances of getting that are pretty high." Red leaned in and kissed the tip of Darien's nose, "First dibs on the shower!" She flung the blanket across Darien and bolted to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Who is Ramona? Why is she known as 'Red'? Why are she and Darien living together? Why would Darien be dead (albeit unscarred) if he had never met her? Why Peanut Butter? What exactly is their record with baked goods and going to the mall? Why would the Official give anyone the day off? The answers to these (and any other) burning questions will be answered in the next issue-sode of "the girl called Red." But only if you want to know!