Nov. 29th, 2007 02:23 am
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This is a little fic with characters from a project/rp I'm working on called [ profile] lifeonclark.

Days passed after the fast, lustful experience in the small studio apartment and Evie wouldn’t face Thomas. She called in sick to the library three days in a row and she had the next two days off anyway. She was rather enjoying staying at home and watching episode after episode of Law & Order SVU. That was where Noah found her again, curled on the couch with a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate, when he came home from work.

“Chiiiiica,” he whined slightly, dropping his bag in the corner by the door. “You’re still watching SVU?” He plopped himself onto the couch next to her, frowning.

“It’s on!” she answered defensively. “I just happens to be what’s on TV!”

“Uh huh, right.” Noah wasn’t convinced. “Baby, you know you only watch SVU when you’re upset about something.” She pouted. “You haven’t been to work in days baby, you’re not fooling me. Tell me what’s wrong?”

Evie frowned again. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just taking some me time. I just thought I would…” she trailed off under his gaze, seeing he was unconvinced. She scooted over shyly and snuggled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder as he automatically started stroking her hair. “I’m just…bummed.”

Noah laughed softly. “I can see that doll. Why? Boy troubles?” Evie gave a small nod. “Anyone I know?”

“Mm, not really,” Evie mused. “Know of, though.”

“Ahhh.” Noah twined his fingers in her hair. “The new gut at the library?” Again Evie just nodded. “I see… has he been giving you looks, then?”

Evie looked up at him and sighed. She’d told Noah about what had happened on that Saturday when she’d taken Thomas to the vintage store and then had ventured back to his apartment with him, and she’d told him about being pissed with Thomas at work, but for some reason she wasn’t sure how to tell her roommate about the sex. “The other day,” she began quietly, her eyes trained on the flickering television again, “a guy came into the library and was hitting on me. And he asked me out. And before I could answer, Thomas came out of nowhere and said “No!” When I asked him what that was all about… he told me that he liked me.”

Noah raised one ginger eyebrow. “How’d you take that, then?” Evie looked at him, incredulous. “What?” Noah retorted to her silent protest. “You told me he was cute. You wanted to sleep with him!”

Evie scowled but she was blushing slightly. “I told him I wasn’t interested in any kind of emotional involvement.”


“And he said he wasn’t interested in emotional involvement either. Which is such bull, because he says that now, but he’s one of those guys, Noah, nice guys, and they can’t help but care, even if they say they don’t want to.”

Noah frowned at her again. “Sooo… you’ve been avoiding work because your coworker likes you, but you’ve both said you’re not interested in any kind of relationship… Evie, honey, that doesn’t make a lick of sense.”

“Sure it does,” Evie defended, “it’ll be awkward.”

“No,” Noah answered, “it won’t. Not so awkward that two grown people can’t handle it. After all, it’s not like you slept with hi-…” he stopped short, his eyes growing wide. “You slept with him!” Evie couldn’t even protest, she knew her blush would give her away. “Oh my god, Evie!” Noah exclaimed. “Well…. Was it good?”

“God, shut up!” Evie whined, blushing darker. “It’s not funny, this is a big problem!”

“Why?” Noah questioned. “He doesn’t think it meant anything, did he? I mean, you both said you didn’t want to get involved. You made sure, right, no strings?”

“Yeah,” Evie answered, “no strings, that’s what he said.”

“Then what’s the problem? Your blush tells me you enjoyed it. I know he must have. No strings. That’s what you wanted, right?”

She frowned slightly. “I thought so… but…”

“Oh…. Oh Evie.” Noah wrapped his arms tightly around her, kissing her forehead. “Oh baby, you’re in trouble.”

“I know,” she murmured softly against his chest. “I know.”


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