Sep 29 05:11:11 106 PA - Sebastien asks a favour from Maya

From Chronicles

A stainless steel kitchen sits to the right of the doorway, shiny and clean. To the left, a fireplace is seated back in the wall, a white surround making it a central feature of the rooms. The floor is carpeted, a thick white carpet from wall to wall, except for the kitchen and the little areas in front of the door, where black slate is used. In front of the fire, a large purple couch and two comfy looking chairs are placed, positioned to enjoy the warmth from the fire. Two bedrooms link from the living-room, as does a luxurious bathroom, with both shower and a deep bath.

The bedroom to the right holds a large bed, with high wooden sides and shaped slightly oddly, the shoulders wider than the top or bottom of the bed. A dark purple throw covers it, made from silk patches. The walls have a couple of black and white photographs in them, artistically framed with black wooden surrounds.

The left bedroom is a study, with a large desk and several bookshelves full of medical tomes. A computer is on that desk, with an office chair in front of it.

The current game time is: Thu Sep 29 05:11:11 106 PA.

Knock knock. The mid morning sun hides behind thick clouds, giving the night a lengthy purchase over the land. Sebastien stands outside Maya's apartment, bundled up in a long blue high-collared jacket against the cold. It covers him neatly from chin to mid-thigh, with oversized white buttons running down the left side of his chest.

Maya has apparently a day off, a repayment of her time working certain cases, and she answers the door slowly. Her appearance suggests someone got her out of bed, a pair of rumpled pink PJs, at deep contrast with the goth hair, albeit mussed. "Seb?" She pulls the door open, blinking at him, the apartment dark behind her. "Come in..." A wave of her hand and she pads towards the kitchen, barefoot, to find the coffee.

Those blue eyes sparkle as Sebastien peers down at the slightly rumpled Maya, and after a brief moment they slide down the pajama-wrapped form to the tune of a widening smile. "Mademoiselle Maya," he greets in a warm voice, watching as she turns before stepping inside and swinging the door closed behind him. The young man veers to the left, disappearing from sight as Maya wanders into the kitchen, and it's a minute or two before he surfaces again sans coat. A shiny gold silk shirt hugs his chest, tucked into a pair of charcoal slacks as he wanders back out from the bedrooms. "An office? Is it that you and Vixen shared a bed while she was here, or has there been redecorating?" He flashes a broad smile at Maya at that, hovering somewhere just outside the small kitchen.

The sleepiness seems to counteract the natural bounce of the woman, and she pours two mugs of coffee, offering one to him silently. Once she has a few swigs inside her, she peers at him over it's brim. "I redecorated. What time is it?" A massive yawn, smothered and she pushes her hair from her eyes. "And what are you doing here?" The thought rises, a brief flash of suspicion before she grins, shaking her head. "It isn't sex, because your lady doesn't share. It isn't work, otherwise you'd go there..." She leans back against the kitchen side for an instant before she hops up to sit on it.

Sebastien accepts that mug of coffee without a word, and takes a quiet moment to inhale the aroma. Then, and only then, does he take a small gulp and roll the flavor about his tongue, a thoughtful expression on his face as he watches Maya ponder his presence. "So suspicious!" he declares, stepping closer to slide inside Maya's space, planing a hand on the counter on either side of her as he leans close, peering up at the woman with laughter in his eyes. "I could not have simply come to visit a friend?" he wonders, rump wiggling a touch as he mentions that last word. His lips purse, and his eyes roll to the side, and in a softer voice he mentions, "Though, we once did have a rather, ah, *singular* diversion of choice."

Maya watches him approach, a speculative gleam in her eyes. "You could, perhaps." She concedes softly, tilting her head slightly, her lips curving into the grin that is particularly Maya. "But I doubt it." She puts her mug to one side, leaning forward until her body is close to his, as close as she can without touching. "What is it, Sebastien?" A rather deliberate tease, the mischief in her eyes showing clearly, a bare foot lightly touches the side of his legs. "Trouble in paradise?"

Sebastien lets out a slow breath, and his eyes flicker down as he feels that toe graze his leg. "Something like that," he admits, and a less than aroused expression flickers over his face as he stares down between them. With a press of his chest the space between them evaporates, and Sebastien's arms wrap about behind Maya to hold her gently. Tenderly, even, as his chin ducks into her shoulder to keep himself from disappearing between her breasts. "I can try and make her feel at home, but she stares wistfully north and regrets the community she has lost. She is not alone, but lonely. Isolated. Sad. And so when I go home, all I can do is try to cheer her up, again and again, and it is ... wearisome."

Maya's expression is well hidden, tucking her chin onto his shoulder as she hugs him. The hug takes the moment from being a sexual tease well into the friendship zone. "So, she misses home. Doesn't she have friends here? She seemed nice enough..." The question is soft, and she hugs him again before leaning back to reclaim her coffee mug. The movement removes her body from his, gives them space. "If she hates it here, the two of you could travel."

"Non," Sebastien replies simply. "She has one friend here -- moi. She does not go out, because she has trouble speaking I think. Tornaq limits her venues, but even so her isolation is largely her own doing." The young man responds to that second hug with a tight squeeze, and as he leans back Sebastien drags a hand along Maya's thigh to play with her knee with his fingers, eyes down on that leg. "She does not want to go back north, and frankly this is my home. I have spent my whole life here in Missouri. My family is here." The young man laughs at that, and grabs Maya's leg just above the knee, turning it in and out, idly. "Even if we break up, we live next door. I think I will have to move."

There is a moment of hesitation before Maya asks, casually, "Is that likely? Breaking up? After you waiting so long to be with her?" She leans back against the wall, ignoring his touch on her knee, letting him move it, her hazel eyes watching him closely over the brim of the mug. "So where would you move to?" Not a flicker of her gaze towards the recently vacated spare room in her apartment, and her tone remains casual. "Can't you get her to get out, meet people, leave the bear behind?"

"Mademoiselle, I am not happy. She is not happy. We may, in some ways, be happy together, but we are not 'together' more than an hour or two a day." Sebastien looks up at that, a hint of a smirk on his face before he adds, "And then it is back to staring out into the wild. She will never leave the bear. He is a part of her. I do not know if he is even his own being, or some psychic manifestation created by her. Whatever he is, they are a unit. But ah, I will need to find someplace else in the city. And have a place to hide, I think." He flashes a grin at that, peering at the door. "She might even come outside if it meant she could be hurting and angry where I could see her."

Maya stares at him thoughtfully, keeping her mug cuddled between her hands. "Sebastien, are you asking me for my spare room?" Bluntly spoken and she moves then, using the movement to push him away from her as she slides from the surface. She puts the mug to one side, giving him a thoughtful look, before she turns away. Clearly seeking breakfast, her choice of cereal childish sugar covered stars. "Not sure I relish the thought of a bear rampaging through here after you..." A grin over her shoulder as she seeks out a bowl in one of the cupboards, wiggling it at him questioningly.

Sebastien carefully eases up, giving Maya room to work, and raises a hand flat towards her signaling 'no' to the breakfast. "As a place to hide, oui. I think living here would be less glamorous. Oui, the prospect of slipping into your room and waking you with a persistent tongue is ah, tempting, but I think I would be less pleased when you took a man home. And I wonder at how you would act if I brought a lady back!" Sebastien flashes a grin and eyes the darkling from across her kitchen, before shrugging. "If I lived here it would change things, and I am not ready for another relationship now."

Maya fills the bowl with the sugar covered stars, and turns towards the other room. "A place to hide is cool, but no, I don't want to be your flatmate, or a relationship." The blunt words are spoken as she curls herself onto the corner of the couch, watching him thoughtfully as she eats the stars, singularly, by hand, without milk. "You can hide out here though." She agrees, resting the bowl on her knees. "I'm barely here anyway..."

Sebastien nods at that, and grins. "You are at work, or at the club, or at the home of a fling, or harassing coworkers." He winks at that last one, and walks closer to Maya to tower over her seated form, frowning down into the sugary bowl. "How can you eat that?" he wonders finally, letting out a breath. "I mean, I understand the sweet breakfast. I sometimes make crepes with strawberries and whipped cream. But if you are going to have sugar for breakfast, why resort to ... that?"

Maya's grin reemerges at the list of her occupations and she nods, "Mostly at work, recently. No flings for ...oh, two or three weeks." She pops another star into her mouth, watching him move closer. A brief flash of mischief in her eyes as her gaze travels over him and then his question draws her attention back to his face. "I don't have to cook it, and it is pure energy food." She observes, the corner of her mouth quirking as she adds, "It has oats in it, the package claims." She pops another into her mouth, licking her fingers free of the sugar coating.

"Two or three weeks?" Sebastien wonders with a laugh, eyes widening as he stares down at the small, dark, and scrumptious. He leans back a touch, turning to eye the box in a motion that twists his shirt, drawing the tail free of his belted slacks to dangle before him as he speaks, "And these oats, they are.." he turns back, eyes falling on the finger-licking Maya, and his voice stills in his throat. Eyes fastened to her fingers, blinking slowly, before he asks slowly, "And the ... That's unfair!"

"I've been working." The woman's attention is seemingly on her cereal, cheerfully munching through it with the appetite she applies to her whole life. "Unfair?" A widening of the eyes doesn't cover the mischief in her face, "I should get a spoon?" The offer is a tease and she uncurls, rising to her feet. A stretch, her arms lifted over her head for a moment and then she moves towards the kitchen. A deliberate sway is put into those movements, and when she returns with a spoon, she is forcing down a grin.

Sebastien frowns to cover a grin, eyes dancing as he points at the small darkling. "More like a fork!" he calls after the woman. "The tined instrument of the beings below, tempting and spearing the unwary!" Sebastien drops into what was Maya's place on the couch, claiming it as his own, and he lounges with knees apart and an arm up on the backrest, looking utterly comfortable. He gives the woman a faintly challenging look as she returns, a triumphant flare in his eyes as he's seated snugly upon her throne.

Maya returns the look, lifting her eyebrows slightly at the stolen seat. "Jump in my grave?" She murmurs, settling herself next to him. A slanted glance at him and she captures some of the stars with her spoon, eating them slowly. "It isn't the same." She observes softly, abandoning the spoon in favour for fingers once more. "So will you talk to her? When do you expect...?" She rests her elbows on her bent knees and watches him thoughtfully. "Do you think we need some type of ground rules?"

That first comment earns a quizzical look, Sebastien's head turning and eyes narrowing with bunched brows as he tries to decipher the grave bit. Then, with an almost visible shrug, his face unclouds and he slips an elbow off the back of the couch to run light fingers up Maya's back, tracing little circles around the soft pajama cloth between her shoulder blades as he ponders that question. "I don't know. Soon. It will be hurtful to her, I think. But I ah, I did like our rules before. It worked."

"As quickly as you jumped into my seat." She sighs, rolling her eyes at having to explain her comment. A lick of her finger and she dabs it against a star, popping it into her mouth. The light tracing of her back earns him a thoughtful look from beneath her fringe. "I'm not sleeping with you while you are going out with someone like her." A firm comment, a statement of boundaries. "She isn't the sharing type, and it going to hurt her. I'm not part of the reason you are leaving her." A brief hesitation and a frown, "Am I?"

Sebastien smirks at that, and slides his hand to the side to seek out a ticklish spot along Maya's ribs, looking mischievous as he does so. "I know," he replies, "and ah, you are, a little. As much as any of my friends are responsible, I suppose. If Monique were the last woman on Earth, I would spend the rest of my days trying to warm the frozen bits of her morose little heart. It is just that she is damaged, and even when I am with her she is happy only at moments." Sebastien lets his hand drop then, before poaching a little oat bit from Maya's bowl with eyes cast down. "I cherish those moments, but they are fleeting. Mademoiselle, I am weary of it. Of the constant encouragement, the finagling to get her outside. I have tried and failed, but I do not need to wallow in my failure. I just do not want to be so morose as her."

Maya squirms, laughter breaking out despite the seriousness of the topic, holding up the bowl to prevent spilling the little stars everywhere. She holds the bowl out to him, her expression fading from the laughter to thoughtful as she listens to him speak. "Sebastien, ..." His name is a softly spoken word, her teeth moving to bite her lower lip as she applies her mind to the topic at hand. "I...don't want to be the cause of her hurting. I'm not someone who does that, breaks up relationships..." A glance up at him through her lashes as she eats another star, almost absently. "Even for good sex."

Sebastien draws in a deep breath, lets it out, and peers back at Maya with a small smile. "What you do is up to you. It always is, bien sur. As is what I will do. So. Join a convent, if it brings you peace," he grins at the thought, and winks, "but I will do what I must to find peace for myself. Because there are other women out there, who first find happiness in themselves. That, I think, is more sexy than any set of dark curves might be."

Maya's grin reemerges, a hint of relief there. "Good." She slides down, snuggling into the sofa and stretching her legs out. "So when will you move in?" The question is a tactical way of asking when the relationship would be over. "I'll give you a key, get the spare room sorted." Another star gets caught on her finger and she pops it into her mouth, licking the sugar from her finger tip with a look towards Sebastien with laughing eyes. "Want to go dancing tonight?" The other question is impulsive, carelessly asked.

"A key?" Sebastien asks with his own set of laughing eyes. He stares into space a moment, and the bolt lever on the door flicks open, then shut again from across the room. "Permission, mademoiselle. This is all I have ever needed. Like the proverbial vampire, here to suck your..." his voice trails as that finger disappears into Maya's mouth again, and the young knight shifts in place on the couch. Somehow not quite so comfortable in that position. "blood," he finishes, after a long pause. "Wha? Dancing? Oui? You are ..." His eyes narrow as he leans forward to accuse Maya, "You just mean to tease me while not finishing what you start! Oui, I will dance."

Maya returns the look, eyes widening slightly, almost innocently. "To suck my...?" She repeats questioningly, the grin repressed with a struggle. "Ah, blood." She nods, the grin bursting out, as she laughs and shakes her head. "I mean to dance and blow off some of the last couple of weeks." She points the spoon at him, narrowing her eyes, her mouth tightening. "Between work and friends, I feel like I can't go anywhere without being asked Maya, have you got the results, do they prove anything..." She runs her finger around the bowl, sweeping up the sugar and licking it off, a faintly petulant curve to her lips. "I want to go out there, let my hair down, and then get laid."

"I see!" Sebastien replies with a laugh as he eyes that finger. "So what you really ask me," he speaks, leaning a touch closer to the dark woman, "is if I will go, let you dance and flirt with me, rub and grind and flirt until we are sweaty and hot." He reaches for Maya's licked hand, fingers wrapping about it to draw it closer to his mouth. Innocent eyes flicker over that hand at the darkling, his tongue flicking to tease the tip of the finger, tasting what sweet remains might be. "And then send you home with someone less constrained. That sounds like a long, hard night when I get home."

Maya's hazel eyes follow her hand, watching him licking it without a hint of the laughter that curved her lips before. "Pretty much." Her voice is low, slightly breathless and she returns the look steadily, a faint flush rising in her cheeks. "I won't sleep with you when you have someone who thinks they are exclusive, Seb..." She doesn't pull her hand away though, letting his fingers explore the sugar covered skin. "If we're going out, I'd better change..."

"Then," Sebastien speaks softly, his lips falling to her knuckles for a soft kiss before he releases the woman's hand, "I tell you what. We can do anything but dancing and I will release you at the club in time for hunting, and bid you a very good night." He winks at that, and drops a hand to run along Maya's leg briefly, mid-thigh to knee, before he stands and turns before her. A faint bulge accompanies the front of his slacks, proving he's not so unaffected after all. "Or we go. We dance. And we both go home alone to ah, whatever awaits there. That, I think, is fair."

Maya listens, her cheeks flushing deeper at the kiss. "We go, dance, and ...you want me to give up sex for the night because you can't have it? Or because you are going home to Monique?" She rises, hugging the bowl to her midrift, her forehead creasing into a frown. "Or I can go dancing alone, I can hunt and bring someone back." She steps forward, tilting her head back, a challenge in her eyes, "And I can spend the entire night having great, strings free sex..."

"That is the deal," Sebastien replies with a grin. "Mademoiselle, I don't mind if you go and find a willing man -- or lady," he adds with a wink, a twinkle in his eye as he matches that step forward to loom over the small woman, staring down at her nearly close enough to feel the heat of her skin. "But the ego of me does protest at getting teased up and left behind, for any reason. So I would love to spend the evening with you, Maya, but if you send me home frustrated, you go home the same. Now if you would like to go to the park, or the library, I will see you off to the club where you may gather as many partners as you like after I am tucked firmly into bed."

"I get the choice of your company or dancing for the evening?" She shrugs lightly, turning and bending to drop the bowl onto the floor, as she turns for the bedroom. "Perhaps you should go home, see your Monique for the evening." She suggests as she moves across the room. "I'm going to the club, Seb. I want to spend the evening getting hot and sweaty, rubbing up against someone..." She shrugs, looking over her shoulder. "Either that is you, or not but I need to let my hair down and the library, it isn't the same." With that, she lifts her chin, a gesture towards the front door. "If you aren't coming, let yourself out." Then she turns and vanishes into the bedroom, a hand moving to tug the bottom of her PJ top upwards, a flash of flesh before the door shuts.

The young man nods once as Maya slips away, folding his arms before him as he eyes that pajama-clad Maya go wandering towards her bedroom. A little smile crosses his face, watching the woman go, though when she reappears from her room she'll find the young man gone from her home. Back wit Monique? Elsewhere? Hard to say.