[ maple & shades & and you other losers <3 ] -- [ mature ]

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

Bastian shrugged. “Like Mommy said, if Lucy’s mom is okay with Duke at her house.” He bent over and picked up the newspapers, face scrunching as Duke attacked it with his tongue.

“Down, down boy.” He moved his hand, shoving the pup across the floor; his fur causing Duke to literally slide away.

Smiling, “I can pick you up from school and we can head over; until a new job comes in I’m just on signing papers and passports.” Bastian said, straightening the papers back on the table. Making mental note not to put things like paper on the table anymore.

It was a Friday tomorrow also, and Bastian sometimes had Saturdays off alongside Sundays (unless there was important diplomatic mission); so he would be home most of those days. “I’ll call Mrs. Mosier tonight and ask, okay?”

[Maple ♥]

Lauren Skyes:

    Lauren snorted, eating more of her food, not paying much attention to the whole scenario, and being as attitudey as ever. 

    Drew clapped her hands together happily, sitting down on the floor to play with Duke again. "Thanks Daddy," she said so fucking sweetly. She probably had Bastian wrapped around her tiny little fingers. Which she did. Because most of the time she got away with things when it involved her dad. 

    "I'll be home - like I always am," Lauren grumbled out a bit, finishing up her plate and taking it to the sink. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

Leaning down to Drew, “Mommy is grumpy, we should go watch Beauty and the Beast or a movie. I’ll sing the songs in French for you too.” Because that was the first ever movie he watched in French and understood, knowing the songs too. One time the school tried to recruit for Lumiere in the middle school musical and he nixed it with a fat ‘.no’.

Bastian smiled, picking up his own plate and setting it beside Lauren’s with a “don’t worry about the dishes, I’ll do them later!” He said, dragging Drew to the living room with Duke on their heels.

“Hey Lauren.” He stuck his head back in, leaving Drew to find the movie. “I’ll be home tomorrow too.” The diplomat winked slyly, returning to his daughter.

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Lauren Skyes:

    Huffing, Lauren flipped him off though no one could see, and moved back to her book. She shut her computer tightly and snatched up her book to go read in the front room where a big comfy couch and lamp was perched in order to do just that; read. 

    Drew flailed, so excited, and ran in to go find Beauty and the Beast. "Daddy, are you going to teach me how to speak French?" she asked, pulling the DVD out while Duke jumped around her feet. She handed the video to Bastian with a giddy grin, but she was a girl chock full of questions. "Why haven't you taught Mommy? Do you know any other languages? Why don't dogs speak? Why can't we speak to dogs?" she rambled, completely doing her own thing but expecting an answer from her dad. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

“Woah, slow down speedy.” Bastian was popping in the dvd as he answered.

“I will teach you French if you want me to. I haven’t taught Mommy because we sort of forgot after we went to France. I do know bits of Spanish, and have been learning Indonesian with my translator—you remember Dann-o? Dogs can’t speak because they’re animals. And we do speak to dogs, they understand English, but can’t speak it.” He answered calmly, sitting on the couch and watching the opening credits and forwarding it.

Bastian motioned for Drew to sit near him or on him, he never knew what to expect. Duke hopped up also, which Bastian never minded a dog on his couch, however, he didn’t know what Lauren wanted and would only let it slide for the first few days until she settled in with Duke around and then he and she can go over basics for what do’s and don’ts of Duke.

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Lauren Skyes:

    Drew made an 'o' shape with her small pink lips. "Ohhh. That makes sense," she said it all cute like, scurrying up to sit next to Bastian on the couch. "Come here Dukey!" she patted the place beside her on the couch and the dog sat there no matter what, which meant in the future he'd probably only be listening to Drew because he loved her so much. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

Rolling his eyes, he and Drew cuddled up to the film. Though she squirmed, they had to pause; when it came to Be Our Guest he was singing in French. “C'est la fête, c'est la fête, service garanti impec'. Mettez votre petite bavette chérie, et nous, On veille au reste!” Making Drew giggle.

When she took a bathroom break, he called Mrs. Mosier about the play date after school and Duke. Turns out Mrs. Mosier was fine with the puppy, so long as he and Lauren didn’t mind him staying outside most of the time or the basement. Bastian agreed, telling her he would drop Drew and Duke off after school.

When they got back, it was the ballroom scene and Bastian asked his little girl for a dance, holding her as he twirled. Duke wagging his tail but remaining on the side in fear of being kicked.

After that they sat down again; Bastian falling asleep with Drew on his chest; glasses falling off his nose.

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Lauren Skyes:

    Lauren could hear the other two thirds of her family laughing and singing along and it made her smile, flipping another page in her book to keep reading with her legs positioned over the couch. 

    Drew giggled, twirling with her Dad and eyes shining with happiness; so dang cute. "I love you Daddy," she said finally, snuggling into him after they'd sat back down and she thought he was sleeping. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

The next day.

Waving as he dropped off the porch, Bastian headed back to the car and the house. Drew was sleeping over at Lucy’s with Duke, because he asked Mrs. Mosier earlier last minute. Explaining, this might be the only chance to get a night out before their anniversary in five days (and though Bastian probably could find a sitter to both Duke and Drew, this was a nice opportunity). After work, thanking all Gods that he had off tomorrow because this morning (like 4 AM what the hell) he had been called in for a domestic situation with an American father and his children; Bastian was able to enjoy the day with Lauren.

He even bought alcohol for this. Indonesian alcohol, Bastian had no idea if it was good or not; but he did hear a story from his translator Dann-o that he had some Wedang Serbat and before the empty bottle he was drunk. So it must be good, or Dann-o doesn’t have high alcohol tolerance.

Eh.

Bastian entered the house with a “I’m home!” Lauren didn’t know about the sleepover with Lucy, thinking it was a day thing still. His shoulder bag had his holstered gun, badge, and handcuffs from the dispute. Setting the bag of alcohol down, Bastian made his way to the office, placing his laptop and weekend paperwork on the desk. Before moving to his bedroom as usual routine, loosening his tie and stuffing his handcuffs, keys, gun, badge, ID, all in a drawer on the nightstand.

Taking off his jacket and draping it on a bed post (most days Bastian never bothered to get out of work clothes until bed time because he was lazy and tired and why the fuck not they‘re comfortable), Bastian went to find Lauren downstairs. “Honey?” He called, looking around as he thumped down.

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Lauren Skyes:

    Lauren had just gotten out of the shower, coming from the bathroom in a wave of steam and moistness. She smiled when she heard Bastian, scrunching her wet hair with a towel and dressed in a white fuzzy robe. Her feet took her around the corner and towards the bottom of the stairs until she found him, smiling subtly. 

    "Hey babe, how was work?" she always made it her mission to ask him this every day after he came home because Miranda had never done that and most nights Charles came home drunk and yelled at Lauren - not fond memories. So, Lauren wasn't going to let her husband get wound up in a bad day and come home only to be greeted by another nasty thing/feeling. 

    Her dark painted nails found his chin, pinching it, and bringing it to her lips for a lingering peck before moving along towards the kitchen. "Where's Drew?" she asked though she was preoccupied with some bills laying on the counter. It always made her a bit mad that Bastian was the working parent, but hey, she was getting there too. As fun as it was, Lauren found that working for the modeling agency only cured half of her desire to be independent. But that was another story that didn't matter. 

    The wisps of her wet hair were thrown over her shoulder as she opened up the mail and scanned over their insides. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

“Domestic dispute, was working at the prison most of the day; and Drew’s at Lucy’s for the night.” Bastian hummed, picking up the bag and taking out the few bottles he had bought on the table. He reached up to the small cabinet they also put liquor in, it had a lock on it for later years (if they remained in Indonesia), but for now it was high up and unreachable by the child. He pulled out a few bottles of American-sent alcohol—as a back-up.

Green eyes turned to Lauren, “ya know, no Drew or Duke tonight.” He smiled coyly. “And our anniversary is in five days, I thought…you know.” Bastian smirked, answering Lauren’s questions by that statement.

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Lauren Skyes:

    Lauren had been half-listening while looking over the papers, but glanced up at his seductive words. "Oh, really..." she smirked back herself, setting down the papers softly and leaning forward on the counter. "Did you plan this?" she grinned, her robe cutting low on her chest to reveal cleavage. Sluts die hard. 

    Sex? Psh. Hell yes she wanted sex. And by the looks of it, it was going to be drunk sex. Her fav. Turn up. 

    She moved so that she could walk closer to him, looking at the bottles instead of touching him like she made it seem was her motive. "Ooo. You got all kinds of goodies." Her eyes flashed over the cylinders of the bottles, gripping them in her hand. Before he could protest she'd uncapped one of the bottles of vodka, swinging it back by the bottle and pursing her lips as it burned down her throat. "I love the pain," her tongue stuck out, squinting at the sensation. But oh well, yay alcohol. Lauren's gaze glanced up at Bastian with another sexy smile, passing out the bottle to him. "We used to pass the bottle around just like this when we first started dating," she wiggled her eye brows, looking back at all the other options they had in the cabinet and some still on the island. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

Taking the bottle, Bastian tilted his head back and took a swig of it also; the alcohol burning in his throat and being such a unfamiliar taste after awhile. Looking over at Lauren, smiling. “I remember, well I think, we kind of got drunk then also.” He pointed out, opening the Indonesian alcohol known as Wedang Sekoteng.

Sniffing it, he took a cautious sip, tilting his head back a bit more as the taste wasn’t bad.

They still had Wedang Serbat to bust into also.

“Mhm, remember the beach-y sex we had unprotected.” Bastian hummed, green eyes looking around at his wife. One hand gripping the island as he casually rolled up his dress shirt sleeves. Because was it getting hot in here or what? Or maybe it was the alcohol, the natural burn mixed in with the ingredients making the drink naturally warm.

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Lauren Skyes:

    Lauren took the bottle from him, studying it thoughtfully. "Is this from here?" she asked, moving her fingers to tighten around the neck of the bottle, swigging it back into her throat. The taste wasn't awful; but all alcohol started to taste like numbness after a while. Her mind felt dulled, smiling as she took another mouth full, feeling it burn in her throat enough to make her cough a bit. "That stuff is good," she blinked her eyes, slumping against the counter now to hold herself up, her muscles relaxing. 

    Hmm, I'd say it only took about fifteen more huge gulps of that stuff before Lauren was completely gone. G O N E, gone. Her blue eyes were glazed over, her movements clumsy, her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth when she talked. "Mmmm," she mumbled slightly, fingering Bastian's button up and fluttering her eyelashes up at him. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

While Lauren was hogging that drink, Bastian had opened the other one and was drinking it steadily, but even his mind was numbing. Looking down as he set the bottle on the island, green eyes gazing into blue ones; Bastian gulped lightly, feeling the heat of the alcohol, drinks, and his own body flushing as he knew where they would be doing in their little anniversary celebration. Bastian licked his lips in anticipation.

His hand wrapped around the small of her back, the other tugging at his tie and collar; because damn this heat. His lips brushed Lauren’s before he was full on kissing, the taste of alcohol, ginger, and citrus on their lips from the Indonesian alcohol. Teeth scraping over the bottom, demanding for somewhere other than the kitchen; tugging Lauren a little, knowing they would end up stumbling up the stairs to the bedroom.

Because drunk sex on the couch usually ended up on the floor as a major cockblock, and nobody had prepared the floor to have sex on; thus the bed it was.