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~ Welcome, You've Got Mail Chapter 3- In Which Schu Shows Farf His Place ~
I'm surprised. Weren't all of these online date things phony? Is this guy really some sixty-two year old man in disguise? Well, at least that's what I've heard from the news. Just a few weeks ago there was a scam with this guy who e-mailed this little girl to get her to make videos for him. Every time I hear something like that I cringe. Not that it's that I don't like porn, it's just because it's some old guy getting pleasure from it. Plus, I can't really remember ever being straight now so I don't like watching anything with girls. That too is a major turn-off.
Well, it's nice to know that he's not sixty-two, and. At least I don't think he's going to use me to make videos. So, here I am anyway, following in tow as he leads me back to his apartment. Damn, I really do sound like his whore or something already. I have to concentrate on sounding clean I guess. I'll just have to follow and gather info on him as we go along. I already know that he smokes, as he illustrates in front of me. Not that I have a problem with that, or anything. My dad smoked. My mom looked down on that but, when I think about it now, I must not have minded because my uncle and aunt did too.
Oh God. I sighed and rolled my shoulders. I think I'm changing subjects all too quickly. So far, I've gone through child porn, being his whore, and smoking. Well, I know why some people call me a psycho at least; I stray from my main ideas too often and too quickly. He looks like the kind of guy that would like someone who's spontaneous; that, I certainly am. Now I'm going to make a mental note to add spontaneity to the list of subjects.
He really wasn't kidding when he said that I have a whole bunch of subjects in my head at one time.
I laughed to myself and I think that he noticed. He turned to me, his beautiful green eyes smiling. "What is it?" his German accent rolled with its own laughter.
"Nothing much," I chuckled. I think that I'm actually smiling. "I just noticed how many subjects I can cover in my head in a few minutes. I must think too much." He's probably the only person who's been able to make me smile like that.
"Well then relax. Don't think. You'll run out of things to think about!" he scolded. He turned around fully and stopped to give me a playful hug, trying to protect me from the rain. "We better hurry up," he whispered in my ear. I felt like my nose was going to pour blood or I was going to faint as soon as that warm breath reached my ear. I shocked myself by uncontrollably pressed my lips against his. He seemed a little shocked at first too; probably because I had been so reluctant before. But soon after, he relaxed and began kissing me back. His lips were warm and full. He stroked my back and despite the cold spring rain falling over us, I felt truly warm like this in his arms.
Slowly we parted, eyes half lidded, and breathing deeply. "That was one kick ass kiss," he whispered looking dazed.
I nodded and took his hand. "We ARE going back to your place right? I'm afraid I'm soaked," I said with humor for this quite sucky situation. "We'll turn into some very sexy popsicles if we stay out any longer."
He downright burst into fits of giggles from that one. Damn, I'm good at this dating thing! "Well?" I asked again.
He recovered his composure after a few more short giggles and nodded. "Yeah," he said gripping onto my hand in reassurance, "we're going."
~
It was really only a few blocks away like he had told me. He lived in a small apartment building. Nothing fancy, really. But fancy wasn't really what I had been expecting from him. It seemed humbling actually. It was clearly a quiet neighborhood and just looked. cozy. The apartment itself wasn't in bad shape either. Sure, there was a little wallpaper curling off in various places as we walked through the halls, but hey, what apartment didn't have wallpaper coming off? I was obviously drifting and almost tripped over a cat if Schuldich hadn't put his arm out in front of me to keep me from walking. The cat stopped and looked up at me with a pair of pitiful eyes. It paid me no mind after it realized I wasn't going to harm it and continued walking. It was sort of a sad sight to watch though.
"He's a stray," Schuldich explained. "I've been leaving him some food now and then but he doesn't stay around much. He just likes to wander. This is actually the first I've seen of him in two weeks." He sounded amused rather than rueful.
"A little like me then? I must be telepathically linked with that cat or something. He looked at me funny," I said raising and eyebrow.
He laughed. "I thought you said that everybody looks at you funny."
I grinned. "Yep, they do."
He shook his head wearily. "You're really one of a kind, Farf. I'm still wondering about how I got so lucky!" He leaned forward and planted a small smooch on my cold, now blue, lips. "We had better change into something a bit warmer. You feel so cold." He chuckled. "Sexy popsicle."
When he opened the door I got glomped. I fell over backwards in shock. Whoever it was that had glomped me was licking my face too. Mmm. and something nice and cold and wet was nudging my neck. Mmm. and more of that warm tongue.
I heard Schuldich laughing. I briefly wondered why, but my mind quickly switched back to that warm presence on my neck. I was surprised when that cold thing traveled up into my wet shirt too. My heart throbbed painfully fast and I sat up. "Not so fast!" I gasped and shot up into a sitting position.
By now, though I hadn't heard it through sealed ears, Schuldich's laughing had turned into hysterics. I looked behind me to see he was rolling on the hallway floor, gripping at his sides as if in pain. His face was flushed and he seemed to be losing air.
"Schuldich.?" I wondered how he could be on the floor in the hallway when he was supposed to be molesting me on the floor in his apartment. My eyes flew open in sudden shock. I looked down at the small brown body that was making its way up my shirt and realized what had been the center of my affection for that heavenly minute and a half. "OH MY GOD."
Schuldich, who had manage to keep a straight face for a couple seconds, now went back to laughing in full blast. "Oh, God!" He cried, "My sides! It hurts! It hurts!" he whimpered and rolled around to emphasize his pain.
I went as red a tomato and attempted to remove the puppy from my chest, but when I did so, I felt a sharp snap of teeth connect with a very sensitive part of my upper chest. I howled at the excruciating pain and my entire body tensed. At my shout, he immediately stopped laughing and went to my side. He lifted my shirt above my head and pried the small dog from me. I whimpered and gently touched my middle and index fingers to the bleeding nub of broken flesh. I heard him admonish the dog and send him yelping back into another room.
"Sorry, I didn't know my dog was gay," he said with an amazingly calm expression.
Even through the large amount of pain I was feeling, I had to laugh. That had to be one of the funniest and most senseless things I had ever heard anyone say. "Don't worry," I said, "maybe he's just bi."
"I'd rather have him be gay than bi. I don't want him bringing home a girlfriend someday. I'm afraid I only have enough money for just him and me. I don't need anymore family members. I already have millions in just about every country," he said with a sour face. "Geez, my family's just a bunch of rabbits or something."
I laughed but winced once I remembered how sore my chest still was. "Damn, that thing would be good in bed if it were human though."
"Should I start wondering about you? You just looked a bit starry-eyed when you said that. But to think.! You got turned on by my dog!" He gasped in horror. "You have a fetish for animals!"
I blushed. "What? I haven't been turned on by anything until I met you!" I clamped my hands down on my mouth. "Umm."
He chuckled. "Am I good or what? Are you seriously telling me the truth though? You've never been turned on by anyone else but me?" He leaned forward and brushed his thumb over my injured nipple.
"W-well." I stammered. "Nothing's done much for me except you... and the dog."
We both had a good laugh as he helped me to my feet. He kissed my nose and led me by the hand into his living room. It was just the way I imagined it. He had a couch pressed up against the wall and a TV resting a few yards away. He had a couple pictures hanging from the walls. Two were paintings and one was what looked like a family portrait. A doggy bed was snuggly placed into a corner next to the TV with various chew toys scattered around it. In between the TV and couch was a coffee table. To me, the coffee table was what told you the most about that person beside their walls. Immediately catching my eye was the bowl of chips and the ashtray. At least he liked to keep things straightened. I thought he looked like the kind of guy who just reaches into a bag of chips and forgets about dinner until it's too late. The ashtray and perfectly clean sofa told me that he dared not to get cigarette ashes on anything. See how much volume a coffee table speaks for you? It's almost like my desktop back home.
He clicked his fingers a couple times in front of my eyes to wake me back up. I blinked and nodded. "Sorry," I apologized. "You just have a really neat place. I was expecting this all just the way it is, just not so clean." He smiled and ruffled my hair.
"Trust me, I'm not neat."
"Don't worry bout it. Neither am I."
After that small bit of comfortable conversation the puppy who had been previously molesting me timidly came back to join us. "Well? Have you learned your lesson?" Schu asked. The puppy whimpered pawed at his shin. Schuldich sat down and let the puppy climb into his wet lap. "Oh? Are you sorry? Tell Farfie you're sorry for ravaging him!" He scolded the pup. It whined more so I hesitantly sat down next to Schu. It slowly stepped into my lap and looked up at me with those hopelessly sad puppy eyes. Well, I understand what that expression means now.
"Okay, I forgive you," I said and wiggled around his floppy little ears. "What kind of dog is he?" I asked him.
"He's some sort of beagle mix. Dunno exactly what else he is. His name's Seifer," he said rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, how about we change clothes now? He's going stink something really bad if he gets wet. It's true what you may have heard about dog hair!" He stated pointing at the pup. He whimpered again and slid from my lap to go to the kitchen. "Don't worry about him," he said, "he'll warm up to you. He probably thinks you're just a source of punishment for the moment."
"Really? A few seconds ago I was his chew toy." I narrowed my eyebrows.
"Pssh, he likes you! Don't worry about him, okay? He's got plenty of time to get used to you in the future." Did he just mention the future? He thinks I'll be around that long? Am I good at this or what? SCORE!
I kissed his cheek and he rubbed the thin hair at the back of my neck. I couldn't help blushing and smiling at the small touch. I'm ticklish there!
"Clothes?" he inquired.
I went red and nodded. "Yeah."
He helped me back to my feet yet again and led me to the room the dog had gone to before. The room had little light, but made it look very inviting. His bedroom wasn't all that big either. It was surprisingly. just enough. The colors focused mainly around wood. His floors through his whole apartment were made of wood, so I guess you'd have to match everything with the floor it seems. His bed looked really warm, and in my current wet, cold clothes, it looked good to me. I was thinking of jumping on in, but wondered what kind of impression that might give him of me. He'd most likely understand why I did it, but if he was like that dog of his.
"It's really nice in here," I said. "You must just have a really cozy apartment or I'm just welcoming something different." I shrugged and watched as he rummaged around in his drawers for something for me to wear.
"What colors do you like?" he asked, turning around to offer me a questioning look.
I raised an eyebrow at him in return. He wondered for a moment, looked me over, and then his mouth turned up into and 'O'.
After searching for a bit, he pulled out a comfortable looking black Chevelle shirt. "Chevelle?" I wondered aloud. "You listen to them too? I didn't think you looked like the kind of guy who wore this kind of stuff." I pulled it over my head. It fit snuggly on my slim form.
He chuckled. "Yep, I love them. That lead singer's so hot, don't you think?"
I shook my head. "You only listen to them for the lead singer? That's a bit odd."
"Nope," he said and threw me a pair of black jeans. "I listen to Metallica but they're obviously not hot. How old are those guys now; one hundred each?" He grinned. "See what I mean? In this case I just happen to think they're hot."
He turned back to me with that grin still on his face. "What," I asked, "are you going to watch me change?"
"Not if you don't want me to," said with a shrug, grin still in place. If possible, it was even wider now.
I blushed madly. He took that as a symbol and said, "Come out quick, I'm freezing," and left the room, closing the door behind him. I sighed changed in peace. Maybe after the rain stopped we could go see a movie or something. Sure it was cliché, but it worked just fine for me; a bit of popcorn and one large Coke. I nodded in approval to confirm this thought and head out back to the living room. I could help stealing his grin when I saw him holding his puppy, on its back, rubbing its stomach. Its tail wagged in content. When the pup saw me, it yipped happily. "See," he said, "he still likes you!"
"Damn, that looks good right about now. Can I get my belly rubbed?"
"Sorry Farf, it's currently reserved for Seifer. Unless you prove to me that you're a good little puppy too, you aren't getting any daily tummy rubs."
"Awww. crap," I mumbled. I actually wanted him to do it too. I think I'm shocking myself more and more as I stay with him. I would have never admitted to something like that before.
"I'll be right back," he said and headed back to the infamous bedroom. "While I'm gone for the moment how bout you think up something that we can do later?" He was about to close the door behind him when he swung the door open and warned us both, "Play nice you two!"
I giggled and pet the dog. His tongue lolled as he wagged his tail. "He's right," I said a few moments later. "You are just a little sweet thing, huh?" I said out loud in almost a whisper. I rubbed between his eyes and in response, he licked my fingers.
"That's it," I heard from behind me, "you're here just for the dog. I knew it!" Schu chuckled and ran a hand though my hair like he did for Seifer. "So, did you come up with anything?"
"Actually," I mumbled, overwhelmed with how good his fingers felt massaging my hair, "I was thinking we should go see a movie. That new Matrix movie just came out. I haven't seen it yet; how about you?"
"Mmhmm," he muttered. It sounded like he was enjoying petting me just as much as I was enjoying getting pet. "That sounds good to me then too. I haven't seen it yet either, but I heard it was supposed to be better than the first one. It has a trailer at the end for the third installment. That, according to Keanu Reeves, that one's better than those two combined," he said slowing his rubbing to slow circles.
"When does that one come out?"
"That's what trailers are for," he said and used the hand that had been in my hair a second to pat my back and help me to my feet. "I have the news paper around here somewhere," he said and searched his living room.
"Why use the newspaper for show times when you could just find them out online?" I suggested. "You use it for e-mail, but I still haven't seen it" I briefly wondered why I hadn't seen it but my mind was still fuzzed up from the massage earlier.
"Good idea," he said and took my hand to lead me back to his room. There, he removed a few dusty papers and pop cans from his desk in the far corner of his room. "Sorry about the mess over here," he apologized. "I was trying to figure out what to wear for the occasion last night and as you can clearly see, it required a lot of pop."
I laughed. I understood completely. "That's a nice case," I said. "Is it a custom?"
He nodded. "Yeah, it took a while to finish. He's a beauty though, isn't he?"
I ran my fingers down its plexi-glass side. In acrylic paints it had a picture of a sleeping black cat under the moon. I was a pretty tall thing too. It was worthy of being called a tower.
"Like it?" He asked. I shook my head and gave him a smile. "He's cute," I pointed to the cat on its side. He just patted my head and clicked the icon for Explorer. "AOL is horrid isn't it?" he asked.
I had to laugh. "Somebody agrees! For God sake, those commercials are using false advertisements! It's not simple to use! It's anything but simple!" I emphasized by gripping my hands in my hair.
"Found it."
"Wow, that was fast," I said, coming down from my high.
"The later shows like that are usually empty on school days. No kids will be there. So then we'll go at six?"
"Can I just stay here until then?" I whined. "My house is sooooo damn boring. There's nothing to do all by myself. I don't even have a pet! Please? Can I stay here?" I was pouting like a little kid.
Seifer nuzzled his head against Schuldich's leg and whimpered to tell him to let me stay until then. "It's all fine with me. I never said you had to go home though. I'm perfectly happy with you staying with me," he replied nonchalantly.
I threw my arms around his neck, giving him a big hug and then proceeded to kiss him passionately. He reciprocated and massaged the back of my neck. I think he already knows how much I like it when he does that now. Our eyes both fluttered open slowly. We rested our heads together and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tonight at six," we said in unison.
It was right about then that we realized that we loved each other.
~
Author's Notes: O.O My God, those two are hot! On a personal note:
1.) Seifer IS a FFVIII character. ^.^;; you guessed it! It was the first name that came to mind! Hmm. it's also the name of a Matrix character. *whistles*
2.) My bro's comp looks like Schu's. I painted a cell of Kuro Neko-sama from Trigun on it . 3.) Yes. I AM endorsing The Matrix. Muhuhaha!
4.) I've paid attention to reviews and that IS why I've written more. Well, that and the fact that I read the other chapters and realized how darn good this thing is. REVIEW DARN IT! I KNOW YOU WANT TO!!
5.) I have nothing against Metallica or Chevelle. I love them. ^.^;; In fact, I just saw Chevelle at a Foo Fighters concert. =P I agree with Schu. That guy's hot!
6.) Yeah, so I made Farfie seem girly. It suits the moment! It's wuv!!
7.) Finally, yes, Farfie has a fetish for puppies. =D Hey, it's AU. I can do what I want with poor little Farf! XD *whip cracks*
Well, I hope you guys like that so far. Tell me what you think and I'll write more soon. As in "SOON". No delay like last time.
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~ Welcome, You've Got Mail Chapter 3- In Which Schu Shows Farf His Place ~
I'm surprised. Weren't all of these online date things phony? Is this guy really some sixty-two year old man in disguise? Well, at least that's what I've heard from the news. Just a few weeks ago there was a scam with this guy who e-mailed this little girl to get her to make videos for him. Every time I hear something like that I cringe. Not that it's that I don't like porn, it's just because it's some old guy getting pleasure from it. Plus, I can't really remember ever being straight now so I don't like watching anything with girls. That too is a major turn-off.
Well, it's nice to know that he's not sixty-two, and. At least I don't think he's going to use me to make videos. So, here I am anyway, following in tow as he leads me back to his apartment. Damn, I really do sound like his whore or something already. I have to concentrate on sounding clean I guess. I'll just have to follow and gather info on him as we go along. I already know that he smokes, as he illustrates in front of me. Not that I have a problem with that, or anything. My dad smoked. My mom looked down on that but, when I think about it now, I must not have minded because my uncle and aunt did too.
Oh God. I sighed and rolled my shoulders. I think I'm changing subjects all too quickly. So far, I've gone through child porn, being his whore, and smoking. Well, I know why some people call me a psycho at least; I stray from my main ideas too often and too quickly. He looks like the kind of guy that would like someone who's spontaneous; that, I certainly am. Now I'm going to make a mental note to add spontaneity to the list of subjects.
He really wasn't kidding when he said that I have a whole bunch of subjects in my head at one time.
I laughed to myself and I think that he noticed. He turned to me, his beautiful green eyes smiling. "What is it?" his German accent rolled with its own laughter.
"Nothing much," I chuckled. I think that I'm actually smiling. "I just noticed how many subjects I can cover in my head in a few minutes. I must think too much." He's probably the only person who's been able to make me smile like that.
"Well then relax. Don't think. You'll run out of things to think about!" he scolded. He turned around fully and stopped to give me a playful hug, trying to protect me from the rain. "We better hurry up," he whispered in my ear. I felt like my nose was going to pour blood or I was going to faint as soon as that warm breath reached my ear. I shocked myself by uncontrollably pressed my lips against his. He seemed a little shocked at first too; probably because I had been so reluctant before. But soon after, he relaxed and began kissing me back. His lips were warm and full. He stroked my back and despite the cold spring rain falling over us, I felt truly warm like this in his arms.
Slowly we parted, eyes half lidded, and breathing deeply. "That was one kick ass kiss," he whispered looking dazed.
I nodded and took his hand. "We ARE going back to your place right? I'm afraid I'm soaked," I said with humor for this quite sucky situation. "We'll turn into some very sexy popsicles if we stay out any longer."
He downright burst into fits of giggles from that one. Damn, I'm good at this dating thing! "Well?" I asked again.
He recovered his composure after a few more short giggles and nodded. "Yeah," he said gripping onto my hand in reassurance, "we're going."
~
It was really only a few blocks away like he had told me. He lived in a small apartment building. Nothing fancy, really. But fancy wasn't really what I had been expecting from him. It seemed humbling actually. It was clearly a quiet neighborhood and just looked. cozy. The apartment itself wasn't in bad shape either. Sure, there was a little wallpaper curling off in various places as we walked through the halls, but hey, what apartment didn't have wallpaper coming off? I was obviously drifting and almost tripped over a cat if Schuldich hadn't put his arm out in front of me to keep me from walking. The cat stopped and looked up at me with a pair of pitiful eyes. It paid me no mind after it realized I wasn't going to harm it and continued walking. It was sort of a sad sight to watch though.
"He's a stray," Schuldich explained. "I've been leaving him some food now and then but he doesn't stay around much. He just likes to wander. This is actually the first I've seen of him in two weeks." He sounded amused rather than rueful.
"A little like me then? I must be telepathically linked with that cat or something. He looked at me funny," I said raising and eyebrow.
He laughed. "I thought you said that everybody looks at you funny."
I grinned. "Yep, they do."
He shook his head wearily. "You're really one of a kind, Farf. I'm still wondering about how I got so lucky!" He leaned forward and planted a small smooch on my cold, now blue, lips. "We had better change into something a bit warmer. You feel so cold." He chuckled. "Sexy popsicle."
When he opened the door I got glomped. I fell over backwards in shock. Whoever it was that had glomped me was licking my face too. Mmm. and something nice and cold and wet was nudging my neck. Mmm. and more of that warm tongue.
I heard Schuldich laughing. I briefly wondered why, but my mind quickly switched back to that warm presence on my neck. I was surprised when that cold thing traveled up into my wet shirt too. My heart throbbed painfully fast and I sat up. "Not so fast!" I gasped and shot up into a sitting position.
By now, though I hadn't heard it through sealed ears, Schuldich's laughing had turned into hysterics. I looked behind me to see he was rolling on the hallway floor, gripping at his sides as if in pain. His face was flushed and he seemed to be losing air.
"Schuldich.?" I wondered how he could be on the floor in the hallway when he was supposed to be molesting me on the floor in his apartment. My eyes flew open in sudden shock. I looked down at the small brown body that was making its way up my shirt and realized what had been the center of my affection for that heavenly minute and a half. "OH MY GOD."
Schuldich, who had manage to keep a straight face for a couple seconds, now went back to laughing in full blast. "Oh, God!" He cried, "My sides! It hurts! It hurts!" he whimpered and rolled around to emphasize his pain.
I went as red a tomato and attempted to remove the puppy from my chest, but when I did so, I felt a sharp snap of teeth connect with a very sensitive part of my upper chest. I howled at the excruciating pain and my entire body tensed. At my shout, he immediately stopped laughing and went to my side. He lifted my shirt above my head and pried the small dog from me. I whimpered and gently touched my middle and index fingers to the bleeding nub of broken flesh. I heard him admonish the dog and send him yelping back into another room.
"Sorry, I didn't know my dog was gay," he said with an amazingly calm expression.
Even through the large amount of pain I was feeling, I had to laugh. That had to be one of the funniest and most senseless things I had ever heard anyone say. "Don't worry," I said, "maybe he's just bi."
"I'd rather have him be gay than bi. I don't want him bringing home a girlfriend someday. I'm afraid I only have enough money for just him and me. I don't need anymore family members. I already have millions in just about every country," he said with a sour face. "Geez, my family's just a bunch of rabbits or something."
I laughed but winced once I remembered how sore my chest still was. "Damn, that thing would be good in bed if it were human though."
"Should I start wondering about you? You just looked a bit starry-eyed when you said that. But to think.! You got turned on by my dog!" He gasped in horror. "You have a fetish for animals!"
I blushed. "What? I haven't been turned on by anything until I met you!" I clamped my hands down on my mouth. "Umm."
He chuckled. "Am I good or what? Are you seriously telling me the truth though? You've never been turned on by anyone else but me?" He leaned forward and brushed his thumb over my injured nipple.
"W-well." I stammered. "Nothing's done much for me except you... and the dog."
We both had a good laugh as he helped me to my feet. He kissed my nose and led me by the hand into his living room. It was just the way I imagined it. He had a couch pressed up against the wall and a TV resting a few yards away. He had a couple pictures hanging from the walls. Two were paintings and one was what looked like a family portrait. A doggy bed was snuggly placed into a corner next to the TV with various chew toys scattered around it. In between the TV and couch was a coffee table. To me, the coffee table was what told you the most about that person beside their walls. Immediately catching my eye was the bowl of chips and the ashtray. At least he liked to keep things straightened. I thought he looked like the kind of guy who just reaches into a bag of chips and forgets about dinner until it's too late. The ashtray and perfectly clean sofa told me that he dared not to get cigarette ashes on anything. See how much volume a coffee table speaks for you? It's almost like my desktop back home.
He clicked his fingers a couple times in front of my eyes to wake me back up. I blinked and nodded. "Sorry," I apologized. "You just have a really neat place. I was expecting this all just the way it is, just not so clean." He smiled and ruffled my hair.
"Trust me, I'm not neat."
"Don't worry bout it. Neither am I."
After that small bit of comfortable conversation the puppy who had been previously molesting me timidly came back to join us. "Well? Have you learned your lesson?" Schu asked. The puppy whimpered pawed at his shin. Schuldich sat down and let the puppy climb into his wet lap. "Oh? Are you sorry? Tell Farfie you're sorry for ravaging him!" He scolded the pup. It whined more so I hesitantly sat down next to Schu. It slowly stepped into my lap and looked up at me with those hopelessly sad puppy eyes. Well, I understand what that expression means now.
"Okay, I forgive you," I said and wiggled around his floppy little ears. "What kind of dog is he?" I asked him.
"He's some sort of beagle mix. Dunno exactly what else he is. His name's Seifer," he said rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, how about we change clothes now? He's going stink something really bad if he gets wet. It's true what you may have heard about dog hair!" He stated pointing at the pup. He whimpered again and slid from my lap to go to the kitchen. "Don't worry about him," he said, "he'll warm up to you. He probably thinks you're just a source of punishment for the moment."
"Really? A few seconds ago I was his chew toy." I narrowed my eyebrows.
"Pssh, he likes you! Don't worry about him, okay? He's got plenty of time to get used to you in the future." Did he just mention the future? He thinks I'll be around that long? Am I good at this or what? SCORE!
I kissed his cheek and he rubbed the thin hair at the back of my neck. I couldn't help blushing and smiling at the small touch. I'm ticklish there!
"Clothes?" he inquired.
I went red and nodded. "Yeah."
He helped me back to my feet yet again and led me to the room the dog had gone to before. The room had little light, but made it look very inviting. His bedroom wasn't all that big either. It was surprisingly. just enough. The colors focused mainly around wood. His floors through his whole apartment were made of wood, so I guess you'd have to match everything with the floor it seems. His bed looked really warm, and in my current wet, cold clothes, it looked good to me. I was thinking of jumping on in, but wondered what kind of impression that might give him of me. He'd most likely understand why I did it, but if he was like that dog of his.
"It's really nice in here," I said. "You must just have a really cozy apartment or I'm just welcoming something different." I shrugged and watched as he rummaged around in his drawers for something for me to wear.
"What colors do you like?" he asked, turning around to offer me a questioning look.
I raised an eyebrow at him in return. He wondered for a moment, looked me over, and then his mouth turned up into and 'O'.
After searching for a bit, he pulled out a comfortable looking black Chevelle shirt. "Chevelle?" I wondered aloud. "You listen to them too? I didn't think you looked like the kind of guy who wore this kind of stuff." I pulled it over my head. It fit snuggly on my slim form.
He chuckled. "Yep, I love them. That lead singer's so hot, don't you think?"
I shook my head. "You only listen to them for the lead singer? That's a bit odd."
"Nope," he said and threw me a pair of black jeans. "I listen to Metallica but they're obviously not hot. How old are those guys now; one hundred each?" He grinned. "See what I mean? In this case I just happen to think they're hot."
He turned back to me with that grin still on his face. "What," I asked, "are you going to watch me change?"
"Not if you don't want me to," said with a shrug, grin still in place. If possible, it was even wider now.
I blushed madly. He took that as a symbol and said, "Come out quick, I'm freezing," and left the room, closing the door behind him. I sighed changed in peace. Maybe after the rain stopped we could go see a movie or something. Sure it was cliché, but it worked just fine for me; a bit of popcorn and one large Coke. I nodded in approval to confirm this thought and head out back to the living room. I could help stealing his grin when I saw him holding his puppy, on its back, rubbing its stomach. Its tail wagged in content. When the pup saw me, it yipped happily. "See," he said, "he still likes you!"
"Damn, that looks good right about now. Can I get my belly rubbed?"
"Sorry Farf, it's currently reserved for Seifer. Unless you prove to me that you're a good little puppy too, you aren't getting any daily tummy rubs."
"Awww. crap," I mumbled. I actually wanted him to do it too. I think I'm shocking myself more and more as I stay with him. I would have never admitted to something like that before.
"I'll be right back," he said and headed back to the infamous bedroom. "While I'm gone for the moment how bout you think up something that we can do later?" He was about to close the door behind him when he swung the door open and warned us both, "Play nice you two!"
I giggled and pet the dog. His tongue lolled as he wagged his tail. "He's right," I said a few moments later. "You are just a little sweet thing, huh?" I said out loud in almost a whisper. I rubbed between his eyes and in response, he licked my fingers.
"That's it," I heard from behind me, "you're here just for the dog. I knew it!" Schu chuckled and ran a hand though my hair like he did for Seifer. "So, did you come up with anything?"
"Actually," I mumbled, overwhelmed with how good his fingers felt massaging my hair, "I was thinking we should go see a movie. That new Matrix movie just came out. I haven't seen it yet; how about you?"
"Mmhmm," he muttered. It sounded like he was enjoying petting me just as much as I was enjoying getting pet. "That sounds good to me then too. I haven't seen it yet either, but I heard it was supposed to be better than the first one. It has a trailer at the end for the third installment. That, according to Keanu Reeves, that one's better than those two combined," he said slowing his rubbing to slow circles.
"When does that one come out?"
"That's what trailers are for," he said and used the hand that had been in my hair a second to pat my back and help me to my feet. "I have the news paper around here somewhere," he said and searched his living room.
"Why use the newspaper for show times when you could just find them out online?" I suggested. "You use it for e-mail, but I still haven't seen it" I briefly wondered why I hadn't seen it but my mind was still fuzzed up from the massage earlier.
"Good idea," he said and took my hand to lead me back to his room. There, he removed a few dusty papers and pop cans from his desk in the far corner of his room. "Sorry about the mess over here," he apologized. "I was trying to figure out what to wear for the occasion last night and as you can clearly see, it required a lot of pop."
I laughed. I understood completely. "That's a nice case," I said. "Is it a custom?"
He nodded. "Yeah, it took a while to finish. He's a beauty though, isn't he?"
I ran my fingers down its plexi-glass side. In acrylic paints it had a picture of a sleeping black cat under the moon. I was a pretty tall thing too. It was worthy of being called a tower.
"Like it?" He asked. I shook my head and gave him a smile. "He's cute," I pointed to the cat on its side. He just patted my head and clicked the icon for Explorer. "AOL is horrid isn't it?" he asked.
I had to laugh. "Somebody agrees! For God sake, those commercials are using false advertisements! It's not simple to use! It's anything but simple!" I emphasized by gripping my hands in my hair.
"Found it."
"Wow, that was fast," I said, coming down from my high.
"The later shows like that are usually empty on school days. No kids will be there. So then we'll go at six?"
"Can I just stay here until then?" I whined. "My house is sooooo damn boring. There's nothing to do all by myself. I don't even have a pet! Please? Can I stay here?" I was pouting like a little kid.
Seifer nuzzled his head against Schuldich's leg and whimpered to tell him to let me stay until then. "It's all fine with me. I never said you had to go home though. I'm perfectly happy with you staying with me," he replied nonchalantly.
I threw my arms around his neck, giving him a big hug and then proceeded to kiss him passionately. He reciprocated and massaged the back of my neck. I think he already knows how much I like it when he does that now. Our eyes both fluttered open slowly. We rested our heads together and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tonight at six," we said in unison.
It was right about then that we realized that we loved each other.
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Author's Notes: O.O My God, those two are hot! On a personal note:
1.) Seifer IS a FFVIII character. ^.^;; you guessed it! It was the first name that came to mind! Hmm. it's also the name of a Matrix character. *whistles*
2.) My bro's comp looks like Schu's. I painted a cell of Kuro Neko-sama from Trigun on it . 3.) Yes. I AM endorsing The Matrix. Muhuhaha!
4.) I've paid attention to reviews and that IS why I've written more. Well, that and the fact that I read the other chapters and realized how darn good this thing is. REVIEW DARN IT! I KNOW YOU WANT TO!!
5.) I have nothing against Metallica or Chevelle. I love them. ^.^;; In fact, I just saw Chevelle at a Foo Fighters concert. =P I agree with Schu. That guy's hot!
6.) Yeah, so I made Farfie seem girly. It suits the moment! It's wuv!!
7.) Finally, yes, Farfie has a fetish for puppies. =D Hey, it's AU. I can do what I want with poor little Farf! XD *whip cracks*
Well, I hope you guys like that so far. Tell me what you think and I'll write more soon. As in "SOON". No delay like last time.
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