Okay. So. This... This should be easy.

[flame_bird]

(OOC Note: This scene takes place before the casting of the spell for Strangers and will likely be slow played.)

Where does all of that confidence go? What is it about this situation that makes her into a nervous and awkward moron? She loves the pressure, loves the attention, loves pulling the attention to herself... And this makes her feel as though she's never done this before.

Of course, Mar'i's little pep talk wasn't entirely a pep talk and then some bastards broke into her apartment and stole her medals. .... She's still depressed about that. What's worse, she's had to decline interview requests about it. No, she doesn't want to talk about someone else having those medals. Yes, she wants them back, damnit.

So. It's time to track down Vic.

All else fails, she could really use a hug. And he's good at those.

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[vic-stone.livejournal.com]

He doesn't stop her. In fact he kisses back.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

There is a tension that starts to slide from her shoulders as she deepens the kiss. She tightens her arms around his sholders, pulling herself closer.

[vic-stone.livejournal.com]

He does stop her, then. He's still holding her, but he moves away, just enough to break the clinch.

Mmmm...what was it you were going to say?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

Bette blinks up at him and then frowns at him. "Well, it was more and less directly that, except it was a bit more in the direction of a bed.... or the floor..."

[vic-stone.livejournal.com]

He does step away then.

No, Bette. You were going to say something. As nice as that was, it wasn't talking. I am not a one-night stand.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

The blood drains from Bette's face and she stands there, looking ... stunned. "I didn't... I didn't want you to be..."

She's probably about thirty seconds from bolting out of the room.

[vic-stone.livejournal.com]

He's having trouble looking her in the eye.

I know you didn't. But if we can't talk about it, then that's what it's going to end up being.

Maybe we should talk another time.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

"I.... I'm sorry... I just didn't know what to say... to you... I didn't want to make it like the others where it was all words .... and none of it meant /anything/."

Bette turns and starts to leave the room.