snuggle up on the couch -atlanta-

[ETHAN REID DEXTER]

Ethan yawned and rubbed his eyes. He'd told Atlanta to meet him at his house. Despite her being a very attractive woman, he was more interested in the males that flocked to her than her. Mostly because she didnt have the right plumbing... He chuckled to himself. Everyone who knew him well knew he was gay. He didnt go around hiding his sexuality. He was very open about it. He stretched a little as he yawned again his pj top riding up a little. He'd told Lanta that it was an emergancy. Mostly he just wanted her to get there quickly. He'd planned a super relaxing day for the pair. 


He'd taken the day off of work and come home early the night before to plan. He'd brought out all the box sets of tv shows he could find in his home. In hope that Atlanta would like at least one of them. He did hope she hadn't dressed, but knowing her she probably had. So he pulled out a spare set of flannel pjyamas and placed them on the wooden coffee table, in case. Pjyama days were a must at least once a month. It was why he brought a couple of spare female pjs just in case they were needed. He had quite a few female friends, mostly because some guys were just scared that he wanted to get in their pants. Girls didnt have to worry with him. He was in it for the friendship and that alone. 


The doorbell rang and his grin grew from ear to ear. He opened the door, and stood to the side of the doorway, casually leaning on the frame. He was wearing a set of dark blue flannel pjs which had a plaid pattern to it. He loved that set. In fact he had two. Just so that he could wear them when the other pair needed a wash. He blinked away the sleepy blurriness from his eyes, before giving Atlanta a warm smile. "Hello ya'll, how are ya doing?" He drawled in his loud Texan accent.

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Atlanta yawned and rubbed her eyes. What was that sound? She knew she hadn't set an alarm, their wasn't any reason to get up early. Not that this was really early anymore by most people's estimations. She rolled over and realized her phone was vibrating on her dressed and she picked it up. It was Ethan, he needed her to come over and fast. She sighed. He was her friend, so of course she agreed.

She threw on a little crop sweatshirt and flats, tying up her hair into a messy bun as she went. She slipped across her tiny foyer and grabbed her phone and keys and shoved them into her pockets. With that, she drove to his house in her little powder blue bug. She took every red light as a chance to rub the sleep from her eyes and apply a little make up. Gay or not, she hated going out and looking like a slob. She threw some peppermint gum into her mouth, as she hadn't brushed her teeth and made it there in no time.

Atlanta anxiously rang the doorbell and waited for him to open up. But when he did, she realized everything was totally fine and pouted. "I can't believe I got out of bed for whatever this is." She said walking past him and into the house.

[ETHAN REID DEXTER]

He laughed as she complained and shut the door behind her. The sound of the slamming door made him wince. "My bad" he chuckled then gave her a once over. "You call those pjyamas?" He asked her with an raised eyebrow. He jogged back over to the table and picked up the pjs he'd brought down for her. "If ya'll want to get all comfy I've got a pair of flannel pj's for ya" he chuckled throwing them at her. 


"You arent too mad at me, are you?" He asked sheepishly. "Cause i've got an awesome day planned for us" he grinned. "You know i love you, right?" He asked trying to appeal to her better nature. Then he happened to glance at the tv. "What's your favourite tv show right now?" He asked, he had a pretty extensive collection as well as netflix and an xbox which he could download the series on. He wanted to make her feel relaxed, and happy. 


"You look amazing" he complimented "you rock the rolled outta bed look" he added though he was pretty sure she had found time to put make up on somewhere. He was impressed by how quick she'd gotten to his. "Can i make you any breakfast?" He asked, he ruffled the short slighlty curly strands of hair on his head. 


Ethan bit his lip wondering whether she'd be too mad at him to accept a hug. Tentitavely he placed his hands on her shoulders before drawing her closer to him. He giggled as one of the strands of her blond hair tickled just above his top lip. He let his arms drop allowing her to control whether she was happy enough with him to carry on hugging him. Ethan had always been an affectionate man, every since he can remember he remembered loving his mothers hugs. There was something comforting about a mothers hug.

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Atlanta had to crack a smile. It was hard to stay too mad at Ethan, especially with that accent. She did miss that about living in the south. Cowboys and boys with drawls were pretty hot. "I am comfy," She insisted, kicking off her shoes. If she'd been wearing a bra she would have taken it off, but she didn't sleep in one and hadn't thought to bring one.

She plopped onto his couch, tucking her feet up under her and she couldn't help but chuckle at him. "Depends on what awesome stuff you have in mind." She said. Atlanta wasn't really mad, but she was a bit miffed and rather tired. She had needed to get out of bed anyway though.

At his next comment she laughed again, "Come on, what look don't I rock?" She teased him with a sleepy smile. Atlanta was pretty happy with her physical appearance, it had its quirks, but she knew she was beautiful. It gave her confidence that she never thought she'd really ever have.

"After waking me up I think you owe me pancakes," Atlanta demanded, not really caring if she got them or not, but she did want some food. He leaned down to hug her and she hugged back, patting him lightly on the back. "Okay, dude, off to the kitchen. My breakfast's not gonna make itself."

[ETHAN REID DEXTER]

“If ya say so” he chuckled. He took the pj's back from her, and chucked them in the general direction of the stairs. As she sat on the couch, he walked around the living room to the cupboard in the corner. He knelt down, and opened the door... into his knee. He held back a curse, and chuckled. Pulling an large cover from the cupboard he walked to the back of the couch and laid it over it. “Get yourself warm” he insisted. “Have a snooze if ya must” he added, though if she did decide to sleep he'd be a little bored. He'd probably end up waking her up... again.

“TV shows?” he added dubiously. “House, Scrubs?” he suggested. There was some guy in scrubs who looked insanely like him. “Supernatural?” he suggested, then threw a look over his shoulder to see what he actually had “Spooks?” he had the British TV show, only the few series with Richard Armitage in it though, because he thought that he was hot. It wasn't like he ever actually followed the show. It was so... spy-y?

“I owe you some super pancakes” he nodded. He had lied to her, to get her out of bed. He loved that she would drop everything and just run to him if she thought it was an emergency, but he wouldn't make a habit of it. It would be like that fable. The Boy Who Cried Wolf.

Ethan laughed. “Um? None?” he answered chuckling, Atlanta was super pretty all the time, “You are gorgeous all the time” he added, walking back to the front of the couch. He leant down, his knees slightly bent as he hugged her from the couch, trying not to laugh as she ordered him to the kitchen. He skipped off, and grabbed the stuff for one set of pancakes... then doubled it. He was pretty hungry as well.

He walked back in with mixing bowl in hand and leant in the doorway as he did, “put a dvd on then while I'm slaving away in the kitchen for you” he laughed. When the mix was whisked up enough, he put it on the kitchen surface, plucked a frying pan from the cupboard and poured enough mix for one pancake into the pan. It only took a couple of minutes to cook, and so he flipped it onto the plate and walked it out, plate on top of his hand in the typical waiter style. He placed it down on her lap, then rushed back to the kitchen for the toppings. He bundled them into his arms and placed them on the coffee table.

“Here ya go” he chuckled, before wafting off to the kitchen again to make more pancakes. He had figured he should give her one to start her off while he made the rest and carefully piled them up on the second plate. He grabbed a third plate, placed the last pancake on it, and carefully walked back through. Being careful not to drop the tall pile of pancakes.

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He threw her a blanket and she dutifully wrapped it around herself, though she wasn't cold. "Um..." She said, listening to his list of shows. Atlanta didn't really watch a ton of tv and thus didn't have much of an opinion. "Scrubs I guess." She shrugged, reaching out to his coffee table to grab the closest box of scrubs and read the back.

Atlanta chuckled. "Exactly." She teased him lightly. He always made her feel good, and things were so easy with him. Probably because he was gay and she had absolutely nothing to offer him. He didn't think she was just there for sex, and that was a welcome change. "You're pretty too, lets get married," She teased, shifting on the couch with a yawn.

She popped in the first scrubs disk in the box she had picked up and rummaged around for his remote, the smell of pancakes wafting from the kitchen. He brought her one to start and she took the plate with a grin. "Thank you loser." She said taking a big bite. He always made good pancakes, though it was hard to go too wrong with pancakes, right?

[ETHAN REID DEXTER]

Ethan yawned as he sat down. “Scrubs is good” he commented. He loved the show. It was fun and light, while also being serious at times. He sat down with his own pancake on his plate, having placed the stacked plate on the coffee table in front. “You want some more?” he asked, gesturing to the pile he'd made.

Ethan threw his head back in laughter. “We could have pretty babies” he joked, going along with her. Ethan wanted to marry, just he wanted to marry a man. Though he supposed it wouldn't be bad to be married to one of your best-friends. If he was going to marry a girl, he'd hope it would be to decent friend.

Pancakes were one of the few simple things he could cook. He wasn't a great cook, but pancakes were something he was just able to do. His mother had taught him how to cook them, and maceroni cheese. He could do the ready meals and a few other things, but mostly he lived on takeaways. Ethan always made sure to run everyday to keep the weight down.

“It's no problem lovey” he chuckled, “My pleasure” he added, it was the least he could do. As well as make sure she had a good day.

[ATLANTA MAE TISZA]

Atlanta was already helping herself to more pancakes as he offered. Most people assumed because she had a waist that she didn't eat much, but Atlanta loved her food, and she wasn't skinny. Her fat just managed to go to the right places--she sometimes wondered if it was a perk of her powers. Or maybe she just managed to make plump-ish work for her.

She leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment. "We would." They'd have lovely babies, but of course, that would never happen, and that was part of why she liked him so much. He never wanted her as anything but a friend. Atlanta appreciated that more than she could ever say. Atlanta smiled a little sadly and stuffed some pancakes in her mouth as the tv characters chattered on.

Atlanta smiled at him a little. "It is the least you can do after waking me up at 10am, who does that?" She teased him lightly, knowing full well that most people would be awake by then. She chewed her food thoughtfully and got up and padded into the kitchen.

She opened the fridge and started rummaging around. "You have any OJ or milk or anything?" Atlanta asked.

[ETHAN REID DEXTER]

He chuckled as she ate another pancake, but polished his own off and quickly reached for a second. It had bemused him to begin with, that she ate as much as anyone else did, and never seemed to get fat, but now it was just normal to him. He chewed the bit of pancake in his mouth eagerly, before swallowing it down so he could speak. “Pretty blond babies” he giggled. He pictured a little baby with a darker blond head of hair than hers but lighter than his.

He shook his head, effectivly shaking the image from his mind. He would never have that kind of interest in her to produce said baby. Not unless she suddenly turned into a man. He turned his head away from the TV to look at her. He shifted his bum further across on the couch, till he was sitting directly next to her. “A sane person” he laughed. “No one should sleep in till 10 o'clock” he added, nudging her gently. He drapped his arm on the back of the couch, and one of his fingers reached forward to play with a lock of her hair. Then she got up.

Ethan frowned a little put out that the body heat he was clinging to was gone. Instead he pulled half of the blanket over his lap and laughed when she asked about the drinks in his house. “I've gotta lot of free wine” he chuckled, though it was far to early for that. “There should be some Orange Juice in the pantry... I used the last of the milk up, otherwise there is always water” he replied cheekily.

“You know where the cups are right? Get me a glass of whatever you are having” he added after a thoughtful moment. He picked up his pancake and nibbled at it again.

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Atlanta let the subject of kids drop. They'd never have them, and she wasn't even sure she wanted any. Could she give them her powers? Would they too have to hide? If she dated a woman, would she adopt? Would that really be better for the kid than an orphanage? Maybe... Atlanta wasn't sure. She'd helped bring up her younger siblings, and she had loved them, and babies in movies made her smile, but she'd never admit it.

"Hey, everyone should sleep until 10am, everyone would be in a much better mood." Atlanta protested. Not to mention, she'd been up at like 3 am and as such only got 7 hours of sleep. Which was plenty of course, but it wasn't 8, and honestly she felt her best with ten hours.

Atlanta rolled her eyes. "No one drinks wine at this hour Ethan," She chided, finding the orange juice and putting it on the counter. Atlanta didn't even drink wine really, she preferred gin, whisky, vodka... something clear and strong. "Except maybe alcoholics." She added, standing on her tip toes to get two glasses down for them. She filled them with orange juice and brought them back to the living room, where she sat down again.

[ETHAN REID DEXTER]

Ethan yawned as he leant back into the couch, and turned his face into the material. He stifled another yawn. Apparently he shouldn't have woken himself up so early. He almost felt bad for waking her up, but he wanted to spend time with her. “Have you ever watched Scrubs before?” he asked curiously.

“Maybe the President should pass a law that says everyone must sleep in till 10 and then there would be less crime in the world” he laughed. “I won't do it again” he promised, then added “Any time soon” he laughed. He probably would end up calling her at 10am again, herding her out of bed, but he hoped she loved him enough.

Ethan threw his head back in hysterical laughter. “No wine at 10am. Got it” he said inbetween giggles. “I am no alcoholic. I may work at the liquor shop, but thats because I like getting the employee discount” he laughed. “Maybe add a cap of vodka to the orange?” he joked.

“Thanks dearie” he said as he took the orange juice from her. He sipped at it, washing the taste of pancakes away. “You want anymore?” he asked, refering to the few remaining pancakes. If she didn't he'd probably put them in the fridge or something.

[ATLANTA MAE TISZA]

At his question, she scoffed at him. "I am an American." She said, implying that only non-American's watched scrubs, which obviously wasn't true, but it was a silly question really. Atlanta liked TV, she was never allowed to watch much at home, mostly because her dad had a twisted sense of what was appropriate.

She rolled her eyes and ate some more pancakes, shaking her head. No president would be that smart, if they were smart, they wouldn't run. Running for president was the worst kind of famous. Elected and had a whole country to run and answer for. Just the thought would scare anyone with a brain. Not that politicians were all stupid, but you had to be a little bit dumb to want that job in her opinion.

"How would vodka with breakfast make you less of an alcoholic than wine?" Atlanta asked with a laugh, not understanding his logic. Italians drank wine with breakfast, it could count as cultured in Europe. Vodka with breakfast was for Russian alcoholics.

Atlanta shrugged, placing her plate on the table. "Dunno, just leave them." She could eat them cool, they'd still taste good.

[ETHAN REID DEXTER]

“As am I” he said, raising an eyebrow at her. “I'm from Dallas girl!” he exclaimed making sure to put on a thicker southern accent than his own Texan drawl. Ethan was a fan of scrubs and House. He loved Hugh Laurie. So much that he had the box set of BlackAdder somewhere. He was oddly good looking, and Ethan didn't really know why.

Ethan giggled lighlty as she rolled her eyes. His idea was rather... out of the box to say the least. If not a little insane. Some people were perfectly sane and got up 6am. Just because they liked the morning didn't make them mass murders. He rolled his shoulders back into the cushions of the couch. His hand reached out for hers, to grip at it. Ethan loved to be very touchy feely.

“Dunno... More diluted?” he asked dubiusly. He chuckled at his own stupidity. “I can be an idiot... can't I” he said, still chuckling away. He yawned again, only half listening to the DVD that was playing. He had seen the current episode so many times, it was one of his favourites.

“Okey dokey” he nodded, and placed his own finished plate on the table. The washing up could wait till later. They had more important things to do, like chat and watch DVDs and relax, maybe do a few face masks, if he could be bothered to get them from his bedroom.

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Atlanta laughed and shook her head a little. She tried pretty hard to erase her roots and her accent, though sometimes it seeped through. She made a point not to tell people where she was from but... "And I'm from Kansas." She said, letting her accent fall back in full force. Granted, theirs wasn't as distinct as some other southern accents. "But you didn't hear that from me." She said, sipping her orange juice. Atlanta really wanted to leave her past behind her, even if that meant never seeing her family again.

Atlanta laughed and shook her head. "Dunno, but you sure are today." She teased him. He was being an idiot, waking her up early on her day off, drinking for breakfast... though really a little buzz might help kick off the day.

Atlanta curled up against Ethan's chest and looked at the tv, but she didn't really care about watching the tv really. "So, what do you planned for our day?" She asked. Not that pancakes, tv and company wasn't nice enough or anything.

[ETHAN REID DEXTER]

“Kansas, thats pretty close to Dallas right?” he questioned, then chuckled. “Wasn't Dorothy from Kansas?” he asked, “Ya should dress up as her for halloween” he suggested with a chuckle. He picked up her hair in his hands, then held it as if it were in 2 pigtails. He let her hair go, and cuddled her, snuggling up into her bodyheat.

“Must be the effect seeing the morning sun has on my brain” he laughed. “I have my wise moments” he added and then smiled “I just have more not so wise moments” he laughed again. Ethan was smart, not that his exam results showed it, but he was smart. He just lacked some common sense.

“Stuff?” he chuckled then expanded on his vague answer. “Face masks, some DVD's, maybe get some ice cream and munch on that... other than that, what ever you'd like” he replied. His so called relaxing plan wasn't as full as he would like it to be, Maybe she would have some good ideas. His hands wrapped around her, to hold her in the hug. He placed his lips on her forehead, and wiggled his nose when her hair began to tickle him. "Your hair is ticklish" he complained in a quiet voice.