She's On Fire, Tag: Brinleeeeeey

[Brinley Harper]

"Fried dough covered in sugar," she said, smiling, "It's apparently an old dish they used to eat hundreds of years ago." Brin knew it was pretty much street food, but that didn't mean she had to tell him that. He'd figure it out anyway. There was a reason they didn't sell that kind of thing in the five-star restaurants around here.

She was surprised when he offered a piece to her, dripping with sugar and oil and all sorts of things that would likely clog their arteries and stop their hearts. Her heart was doing a good job of feeling like it was going to stop on it's own at the moment. Looking up at him, she gave him a half-smile and ate the offered morsel, her lips brushing his fingers innocently enough. Funny how that innocent action could send lightning bolts of wanting down through every inch of her. She didn't understand it. Maybe there was something to opposites attracting, but she wasn't the type to fall into a stereotype headfirst.

Brinley giggled, shattering the moment, and then took off for the nearest fountain. She didn't slow down when she neared it. She simply pulled her sweater over her head in one motion, tossed it, and kicked off her shoes before running full stop into the spraying water. Her laughs were loud and full of joy, and she wished she could bottle the emotion and save it for when she had to go back to being Thylacine and Ms. Harper, Computer Technician. This was a rare and fleeting moment and she wasn't going to deny herself the chance to feel ridiculously happy--even if it was being ridiculously happy with a Collier. And not Noelia. She felt a twinge of guilt, but she shoved it away. They weren't in a relationship per se. And this thing with Everett...it was just...a thing. It would be over at the end of the day, most likely. Best enjoy it while it happened.

"Come on," she urged, water, soaking her from head to toe. "Unless you're afraid you'll melt." She laughed again, turned her back to him, and raised her arms to the sky. Brinley spun, heavy wet hair whipping about her. She wanted this all the time. Every moment. Always.

[Everett Collier]

If I could be inside her light,
I might just find I'd be alright

Tag: The Lovely Brin Notes Squeeeeeeee!

Everett had proposed to Holly while they were studying for their Medical Decision Making final exam. The course was dedicated to teaching the future doctors how to make critical choices. The irony was entirely lost on him at the time, although he'd had a good laugh over it years later, when assisted by an overly generous helping of a nice dry gin. It had seemed the appropriate thing to do at the time. She was nice to him, she came from a good family, and that was how things were supposed to go for a kid like him. Things like feelings weren't supposed to be of import.

He'd been dead wrong.

Hell, he'd been painfully wrong about everything in his life up until now. The tingle when she first took his hand. The brush of her lips on his fingertips as she savored that strangely sweet dough. The way her hair glittered as the water caught the light and she shook tiny raindrops outwards. This was being alive and how the hell had it taken him forty-five years to discover this?

He wondered what his parents would say if they were privy to this scene. His mother would probably press her lips together in that disapproving silence she reserved just for him. His father would shout about legacies and respect. They would probably have Brinley shipped off to Painball just for getting a drop of water on their custom shoes.

That was what he was supposed to become. The eldest Collier, the one who should have been the best, the brightest, not the alcoholic screw-up who ended up as a mediocre face puller. He should have had his own legacy. He should have had those damn shoes to match his spoat suit.

Well to hell with that.

He shrugged off his coat, dropping it on the ground. Someone would probably steal it within seconds, but he really couldn't care less.

With a deep breath, Everett Collier, firstborn son of the one and only Collier family, jumped into a fountain.

Brinley was spinning, a glorious sight. He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him, the water splashing around their feet. Everett grinned at her, "I guess I didn't melt."

He tilted his forehead to hers and very softly let himself kiss those absurdly perfect lips.

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[Brinley Harper]

She’d lost her senses, spinning so. Brinley hadn’t even bothered to check and see if he was following once she was in the water because in the long term of life it didn’t really matter. He would join her, or he wouldn’t. She hoped he would. Part of her really hoped he would. Part of her was terrified that if he did join her, she’d be wrong about him. And that meant what she was feeling wasn’t just about what the Colliers as a whole meant to the Adamites.

No, that definitely meant that Brinley was well and truly smitten. But, she liked Noelia. Quite a bit. Her nightly conversations with Noelia had been the only things to keep her going for the longest of times. True, their in-person meetings were slow going and not nearly as exciting as this. She shouldn’t feel guilty. Should she?

Brinely—for a moment—refused to feel anything. She simply spun, laughing like a child. Suddenly her movements were stopped and the dizziness hit her like a brick wall. Her laughter was cut short and the smile was replaced by a wave of confusion. He came? He was here?

With her in the fountain. Because of her.

The dizziness made her swoon as she was drawn towards him, and she braced herself against him with a hand on his chest. He was warm despite the cool water, heart pounding under her hand. A real person. Flesh and blood and bones, not some Collier made out of metal and money. A silly smile crept over her face as he spoke, but it melted too, because then he was kissing her and she kissing him and she was no longer confused. Nor dizzy.

Filled with a want she’d been fighting the last few hours, Brinley let herself drown in the kiss. She let it consume her, and what began softly was returned with a hunger she hadn’t left at the dinner table. Her lips against his, she deepened the kiss, not caring who was watching and what they were saying. Her hand on his chest moved to his back, drawing her body forward to press against his ruined suit that cost more than her rent. She felt the tension in him; the muscle and flesh under expensive fabric. Brinely wanted to remove that tension—and the shirt—badly. She felt a familiar heat spreading in her body, the irrational want. They barely knew each other, but she wasn’t interested in listening to the sensible half of her brain. She was far more interested in the taste of his lips, the feel of his body against hers. Breathing and public audience be damned.

Smiling against his lips at her own wicked thoughts, she broke the kiss long enough to force out a few words as her brain recalled the skill of how to speak. ”We should get out of here.” There, sensible enough. ”Your place or mine?”

Far less sensible. Oh well. Fuck that.

Right now she wanted what she wanted. They could sort it out later. Smiling wickedly, she didn’t give him a chance to reply. Instead she happily went right back to the kissing bit. That was rather nice.

[Everett Collier]

If I could be inside her light,
I might just find I'd be alright

Tag: The Lovely Brin Notes Aaaaand scene?

She tasted perfect. He imagined this was what being reckless tasted like and he wasn't sure he'd ever want anything else. There were probably people watching. Judging eyes sizing up the two insane people standing in the fountain. Everett had never kissed someone in public. Not like this, anyway. A peck on the cheek here or there to look nice for some photographer.

Nothing real. This was real. He could feel his whole body tense, aching. He wanted more. To be closer, to hold her tighter and kiss her... well, his mind was skipping ahead. He would love to dash off to some private place with her, but he knew he would be just as satisfied it they stayed right here, right in this moment. There didn't have to be something next as long as there was now.

Or not. There could be a next too.

He fumbled in his pocket and pressed the speed dial for his driver, "The lady and I need to get home."

The phone had a GPS. The driver could find them. If not, Everett didn't really care. He would buy an entire hotel if necessary. Hell, he would buy this park and just kick everyone out.

He wrapped an arm around Brinley's waist and leaned down to lift her knees. Barefoot and dripping, he carried her out of the fountain and set her on the soft pavement, "Yes."

Maybe that wasn't the right way to answer her question, but Everett wasn't concerned. His mind wasn't exactly in control right now and hey, that was just fine by him.

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