Heheheheheheh. Many thanks for Purpleleemer for all her kind reviews and thanks, as always, to my "little sister", Joanna. She may not be blood related, but she's definitely close enough.
THANKS!! (BIG HUGGLES)
Anyway, this is Pickle's first real date in you don't wanna know how many years. WARNING: MAY BE EXPLICIT CONTENT... like anyone reading this'll care, it's already M.
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Freya woke up the next morning at first not sure where she was or what she had done the night before. She was in her bed and still dressed in costume. There was a stain of some sort on the front of her leather armor. It smelled like wine.
She got out of her own bed, sighed and began changing her outfit. The leather had stuck to her in the night and in the end, she ended up untying the sides and pulling it over her head that way. The demon pendant she's gotten as a prize the night before fell against her bare flesh, cold steel. She peeled her skirt off as well and folded her clothes up to be washed later. She pulled on a ragged old black t shirt and a pair of weathered black pants that were getting too big on her. She had lost a lot of weight and she would have loved to know why. She barely weighed over 100 pounds on the American bathroom scale.
She ran a brush through he tangled hair a couple times and left her room in search of something to bang on.
She didn't run into anyone else except the occasional roadie on her way to the storage room where the band's unused instruments were stored. It was where Pickle's older drum set was. Speaking of Pickles...
As she approached the set, laying next to the drumsticks she usually left behind was a note written in a scribbly but legible hand.
"Freya
How about the 28 at around 8 pm. meet me by the murdercycle,
Pickles"
She folded up the note and remembered the day before. The candy, the wine, the headbanging, the exhileration of being around people she actually liked, namely, Dethklok. They had grown on her, even the grumpy Nathan. She remembered laughing with her brother and accepting when Pickles asked her out. The 28th was today.
Slightly more awake now, she tossed the note on the ground and began to play, a much bouncier and less metal beat to her drumming than normal.
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Pickles woke up much later than Freya, amidst a litter of the usual beer cans and bottles. His alarm was going off and he fumbled for the switch that would shut the crappy thing off. Still slightly groggy, he rubbed his eyes. For a moment he couldn't think of why his hand came away smeared slightly purple. Then he remembered the release party. Not bad. And he had gotten a date, so all in all, one of the better ones. He still remembered their last release party, when they came out with Dethwater. Tranquilizer gun-fights weren't all that exciting when half of you were asleep and twitching.
He got up and began scrubbing his face with a mix of cold cream and wwarm water, which woke him up a lot faster than booze. Then he blew his nose and began getting dressed. Black top, dark blue pants, tennis shoes.
He straightened his hair out and fixed his usual combover. His lips were stil faintly blue, so he scrubbed at them until they looked pink. Dammit.
He had to admit, he was a bit nervous. He was a musician for crying out loud! He had been able to sleep with pretty much whatever woman he had wanted over the years, and now this. His first real date since he was fresh out of high school. Dimly, he wondered if Toki knew. Or if he would even care.
He finished what he had to do and made his way towards the main room of the house to see what there was for breakfast.
On his way there, he passed the storage room where he kept his old set hidden. He heard someone drumming away in there and remembered the note he'd written the night before. He thought she'd gotten it. There was no way she couldn't've.
Either way, she was sounding pretty damn good. Nice steady one-two beat this time. Nothing hurried or super metal, but... nice.
He went on his way.
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Toki woke up much more unexpectedly.
There was a vicious kick and it sent him sprawling onto the stone floor. He awoke immediately and felt foolish, trapped on the floor tangled up in his blanket. He blearily extricated himself from it and got to his feet. He was still wearing his costume from the release party, minus the sword and helmet, so he got changed, brushed his hair and headed down to the main room for food. His stomach felt strangely empty, despite all the candy he had eaten the night before.
He met Pickles and sat down. Pickles pressed the button that would alert Jean Pierre that someone was hungry and they both waited.
"Lastnight was fun," said Toki, remembering with fondness headbanging with his sister and his band mates, drinking, eating candy, singing onstage, the guitar, the lights, the people, the sounds. That was hands down the best release party he had ever taken part in.
"Nnn," grunted the drummer. He still looked tired in Toki's opinion.
Moments later, Jean Pierre came into the room carrying a larger tray filled with six plates of food. Toki smelled his favorite pickle herring and just wanted his damn sandwhich.
As he dug into his fish, Freya came into the room, dressed, as was usual, in her secondhand rags. Toki frowned; they were a lot bigger on her than usual. Why the heck was she losing so much weight? Was it just the move from Norway to Michigan? He had lost a ton of weight crossing seas, true, but not that much.
She took a seat across from him and beside Pickles and put her chin down on her hands. She sighed.
"Have funs last night?" asked Toki, referring to the party.
"Yeah. Fun party. I killed a girl for calling me ugly," she said as if it were no big deal. People around Mordhaus had a habit of dying. He had no idea what they meant by it.
"Big surprise," muttered Pickles.
"Waits, you killed a girl? You?" Toki asked, not sure if he heard her correctly. Sure, he'd killed people before, mostly by accident... but Freya just seeemed more... quiet than that. Apparently he had underestimated her brutality. His respect and admiration for his younger sibling went up another notch.
"Where'd you wanna go at 8?" she asked Pickles, her eyes still filled with sleep. She looked exhausted.
"Go?" said Toki, puzzled. He finished his pickle herring sandwhich and started on another.
"Ya. We gat a date or sum'n tonight," said Pickles. He sounded more tired than she looked. He put his head back on his arms and ignored his breakfast of individually wrapped popsicles. Jean Pierre knew just what each member liked best. For Freya, it was crisped bacon and toast.
"Oh, dat's cool," he said, shrugging. In truth, he had guessed the drummer had a thing for her. He was glad for them. Pickles was an okay guy when he wasn't totally high. He was funny when he was drunk. She needed someone else to hang around with other than himself. Let her get out once in awhile.
"Really?" said Pickles.
"Yeah, why not?" he said, shrugging. It really wasn't a surprise. Why did Pickles looks unconvinced?
He finished his second sandwhich and watched as Skwisgaar, then Nathan entered the room.
"Where's Murderface?" he asked.
"Stills asleeps. I tink he's wiz a fans or sometings," yawned Skwisgaar.
"Dat's new," said Toki, somewhat surprised. Murderface usually slept with hookers, not fans.
Moments later, Murderface came in. Unlike the rest of them, he looked wide awake.
"Hey, Freya ya still got thosh schordsh?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah. I'll drop them off at your room after breakfast," she said, and she began munching on her bacon.
"Kay." Murderface, Nathan and Skwisgaar began eating their breakfast too.
"Where's Ofdensen?" muttered Pickles, beginning to unwrap one of his popsicles.
"Don'ts know," muttered Skwisgaar.
Once they were alll done breakfast, Toki got up to head to the main room to soak in the hot tub for awhile. He didn't pay attention to where Freya went.
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Freya and Pickles finished their breakfast at the same time and when Pickles got up to leave, he motioned to Freya to follow him.
Wondering what he wanted so soon, she followed him down a hallway. He was leading her towards the storage room where he kept his drums.
She followed him in and he shut the door behind her and took a seat behind his kit.
"You wanna give me a lesson?" she asked, a bit confused.
"No. I wanted ta tak to you bout later. Where ya wanna go?" he asked.
She shrugged. She liked moveis, but that seemed a bit too straightforward for a first date.
"I'll be honest with ya. I haven't been on a date since high school," he admitted, fingering the drumsticks she had left behind. There was a sharp splintering near the tips of one and the other was badly dented. She had spares in her room.
"I don't knows. Maybe a film?" she suggested.
"Film? Oh, movie, yeah. Why not," he said, and he beat out a rapid series of beats on the drums, soloing his head off. He was very very good.
She found herself tapping her foot with the beat but before she could get the hang of one, he would switch to a different one.
He played for a few minutes and handed her the sticks, inviting her to play. She took his seeat and before she started, the tore the splinter out of the left stick.
She bgean with a very basic four beat rythm before going into a military-style solo and then going completely crazy, drumming as fast as she could. She melded that into a nearly perfect imitation of Pickle's drum beat in the song Murmaider. She spared a glance at the better drummer and saw that he was tapping his hands on his thighs and nodding, smiling.
She stopped drumming and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Pickles approached her and took her sticks. He rummaged around in a corner and handed her a pair of sleek black ones with red tips. His name was painted across the side in bright orange. They were custom sticks.
"Try these out," he said.
She shrugged and obliged. They were superb. She even managed a dainty little rythm on the rim of the snare before ending it with a crescendo on the ride cymbal.
"Bravo," said Pickles, mock clapping, and she handed his sticks back to him. He shook his head.
"Keep'em, I get loads of those things free every few months," he said.
"Thanks," she said, and she tucked them into a back pocket.
"No prob," he said.
They both looked a little awkward then, because there wwas nothing more to talk about. She knew exactly what was going through his mind. She liked him. She knew he liked her. They were both simply being courteous before a first date. She remembered the smooth feel of his skin and for no reason at all started wondering what his lips would feel like.
"Right, well... I told Toki I'd beat him at Dance Master Revolution. See you at 8," she said, and she left the room.
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He just decided to go as himself this time around. Black cutoff shirt, blue jeans, tennis shoes. His usual outfit.
He met her near the murdercycle where he;d specified in the note and was glad to see that she had sipersed with the raggy secondhand crap and had changed into a worn imitation black casmier sweater and the white skirt from the halloween party. She wore a pair of calf high combat boots with it. He smirked- on anyone else, the outfit would have looked ridiculous, but on her it looked alright.
He detached the sidecars and wheeled the cycle out front and got on. Behind him he felt her slide her hands around his waist and she clasped her hands across his stomach.
He started the murdercycle and they were off.
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The movie was a slasher film that they had just happened to catch upon arriving. Pickles loved slasher films. Judging by the way she laughed, so did she.
When it was over, he figured he may as well show her around Michigan. He drove to lake Michigan and showed her where he and his friends used to play when they were kids.
"An' my brother almost drowned me once, douchebag," he said, pointing towards the large elm tree. Thought of his stupid older brother filled him with the usual hatred. Stupid bastard.
He felt her put her hand on his and squeeze reassuringly.
"I honestly don't know what it's like to hate my brother. He's... sweet. He's been nothing but nice to me ever since we met," she admitted, staring up at the sky. Night had fallen and the only ligjht came from the moon. The lake had taken on a black, tarry look. It was a clear night. It was also a cold one.
Shivering, he got to his feet and started the murdercycle again.
They headed back to Mordhaus.
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By the time they got back he was freezing. He couldn't get inside andin front of a fire fast enough. He had just gotten on the couch in front of the fire in the main room when he realized he hadn't had so much as a beer all day. Strangely, he didn't feel like one.
She joined him and shivered. Her lips were blue.
"C'mon," he said, inviting her to snuggle. There was no one around anyway, it was too late. They were probably all asleep.
She snuggled close to him and shivered for a few seconds before settling down. He wrapped his arm around her and realized Nathan had been right about what they had been discussing the week before; she had lost a lot of weight. He could feel her shoulder bone through her sweater.
"Dood, you should see the doctor we gat here. You lost a lot since bein' here," he suggested.
She sighed.
"I know. I never liked doctors. I don't like being poked and prodded," she admitted.
They were so close he could smell the honey-citrus scent of whatever shampoo she must use. Before he knew what he was doing, he was kissing her.
She had a tongue ring!
He almost laughed. Toki's little sister was always full of surprises.
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She kissed him back and was surprised at how soft yet unyielding his mouth was. He sure knew how to kiss, though.
She wrapped her arms further around him and was surprised to discover that he was pretty thin, too. Strange for someone who drank so much.
She had kissed a lot in high school, but never officially dated anyone. She had never had sex. She didn't really care who she lost her virginity to, so long as it wasn't some asshole.
Pickles pushed her back down onto the couch and she felt that eager longing in the pit of her stomach as the kissing intensified. He was burying his fingers in her hair and kissing her and she snuck her hands under his shirt. He shivered.
"Shit, yer hands are cold!" he gasped. She laughed.
That invited a rather furious bout of kissing and he stripped his shirt off.
She didn't see any reason to tell him she was still a virgin. He would find out soon enough.
She twirled his dredlocks between her fingers and held the base of his neck with her other hand as they made out on the couch in front of the fire. She could feel everything through her skirt, including his hand on her thigh. She could also feel the bulge through his pants and she wanted nothing more than him.
He fumbled with her sweater and she peeled it off for him.
As they clumsily tried stripping each other, Charles Ofdensen chose that moment to walk in, planning on a long soak in the hot tub. He stopped when he heard the panting of frenzied kissing and decided (very quickly) to have his soak in a different hot tub.
Pickles and Freya Wartooth were laying on the couch together, and they looked busy to him
At least someone's having their fun. I never get a vacation, he thought to himself, and he left. They hadn't seen him.
Pickles had by now managed to kick his pants off and she saw he was freeballing. He didn;t have bad inchage. (A/N: Again, I am inventing words as I go. If you really care aboout proper english that bad, sue me)
He tugged her skirt down and by this time both of them had warmed up considerably.
She nipped the skin at the base of his neck and was pleased when she heard him make a surprised noise.
"Gaahd... bite me, why don't ya."
"My pleasure," she said and she nibbled at him again. He grabbed her and pulled her so close that his member poked her hard in the stomach. He began kissing her so hard that their lips were mashed up against their teeth.
She peeled her skirt off and now she was half naked, him, completely naked.
She let him strip her bottoms off and he positioned himself, sliding in as far as she figured he was able. She felt a strange, distanrt sharp pain as the thin layer of skin broke and she was no longer a vrigin.
His eyes went wide.
"My gahd, why din't you tell anyone?" he gasped.
She glared at him and ran her nails down his chest. She had always wanted to do that...
"Just do me," she moaned.
He shrugged and pushed himself the rest of the way in and the fun began. He filled her up as she had never been filled before. This was exquisite, this was great. They seemed to be breathing on the same scale, rocking back and forth. His hair hung at the side of his face and his cheeks were flushed. He was beautiful.
She would never, ever forget tonight.
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Hahahaha, I know, sex on the first date. I may as well change the genre of this thing to family and romance. Odd coupling, I know, but meh. Sue me. Again, I have no idea where I'm taking this. Suggestions are open.
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