House-sitting favors.

Who: Sasha and Jules
When: Early evening
Where: Sasha's house

She had to leave town. At least for a few days. Her dad was having a tough time on a case and had enlisted his daughters help schmoozing with the clients. Not wanting to leave her house unattended, Jules decided to head over to Sasha's and see if she could weasel him into staying at her place for the next few nights. Grabbing her cell from her purse as she made her way up the stairs to Sasha's apartment, she dialed his number and listened to it ring as she stood there in front of his door.

Showers were very good things, Sasha had long ago decided. He'd been so pleased that water was included in the cost of the rent, because it meant he could stand under that hot water for ages, just washing the ache of a day on the job away. He was in the process of doing just that when the phone started buzzing on the bathroom counter. Grimacing, he fumbled around for it, flicking the speakerphone button so he didn't have to press it up against his wet head. "Yeah, Sasha here."

"Tell me you're not naked." Jules said, shaking her head as she heard the water running in the background. "You need to come open your door. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to keep a lady waiting?" she teased, a smile forming across her lips. "We've really got to stop this shower meeting thing."

"...you could have called me from when you were on the way you know. So I could be dressed?" Sasha climbed out of the shower, shutting it off and wrapping a towel around his middle. Dammit, it had been such a warm shower, and it was cold out...he walked over to the door, opening it up with the phone still in his off hand. "Hey Jules, sorry, I've got this CRAZY person on the phone, can you come back later?"

"Oh shut up, ass." she said rolling her eyes and flipping the phone shut as she stepped into the apartment. Tucking the phone back into her purse she looked over the man's soaking wet form. "You're getting water all over the floor, get back in the shower. I gotta favor to ask you."

"I'm sure the floor has had worse." He grunted, but decided to do it anyway. He walked back into the bathroom and restarted the shower, dropping the towel and climbing into the hot water. "Just shut the door and ask your dumb favor, crazy lady." Ahh, there it was, nice warm water chasing away all the stupid cold.

She rolled her eyes again, shutting the door and following him to the bathroom. "Think I could persuade you to stay at my place for the next couple of nights?" she questioned, closing the lid to the toilet and sitting down, crossing her legs. "I gotta go outta town and I don't wanna just have it sitting there without someone to check up on things."

That...had not been what Sasha had expected her to ask. He stood there for a minute, trying to process that request. "Uh. Well, sure? You sure you want to ask a greasemonkey?" He pushed his head out of the shower, looking at her inquisitively. "Don't you got some posh friends who can do it?"

"Well Marlowe is out of town because her boyfriend's dad had a heart attack or something and I trust you enough to make sure that it doesn't burn to the ground when I'm gone is all." she said, flashing him a little smile. "I even stocked up the house with food and stuff so you won't starve while you're there."

"Well...sure. Can I uh...can I bring Sammy over? I think I'd go a bit nuts in a house that big without some company." He retreated back into the shower, grabbing a bar of soap and starting to lather up the hair on his head. Shampoo? For this lug? Naaah...

"Yeah." she said, leaning forward and moving her purse off her shoulder, setting it on the floor. "Just don't hump in my bed." she teased, a little laugh leaving her lips. "You can bring him over, he's more than welcome to stay there too if he wants. Though eventually I'd like to meet the guy. Being as cute as you say he is, I want to know what I'm missing." she smiled.

"Sure. I'll see if I can't drag him over before you leave, how's that?" He pushed his head under the water, grabbing his comb and dragging it through his tangled hair, grunting as he yanked it through the knots invariably formed by using hand-soap on his hair. "What day works for ya?"

"I'm leaving tonight actually." she told him. "Got a late night flight so I could be back and get ready for some schmoozing this weekend with the clients. Dad's got a case that he needs help with and the clients are the biggest issue for him. I'm hoping to only be gone for a few days. Maybe be back before the weekends over. At least I hope I am. Getting used to the cold finally and now I'm heading for the sun again."

"Ah, ok. Well, when you get back then. Yeesh, short notice, huh?" He finished rinsing out his hair, then poked his head back through the curtain. "Do you ever have anything like a schedule to go on?"

She smiled. "Sometimes. Dad just didn't want to admit he needed my help I guess." she shrugged a little. "If you've got other stuff to do, I suppose I can figure out something else. I don't wanna like put you out or anything ya know."

"Nah. It's a little farther to work in the morning, but not enough to bug me. I'd love to stay in a big freaking mansion." He grinned at the thought, as he would indeed love it. Her DVD collection was big enough to keep him entertained for the whole time she was gone.

She smiled. "Good then. She leaned down to sift through her purse for the keys to her Toyota. "And I'm not making you walk in the cold either." she said, setting the keys on the counter. "You can use the Camry while you're there. Makes things easier for ya, yeah? You can drive right?" she teased.

"Really?" He blinked, a bit surprised at that. "Awesome, thanks!" He couldn't afford a car, so he walked most mornings, or took a cab if it was just pouring down rain. Having a car to drive would be aces. "You're the coolest friend ever."

She grinned. "I know." she said, the grin widening and her teeth flashing from just behind her lips. "You can thank me in the form of tons of girl talk after I get back. I wanna know everything that happens between you and Mr. Sammy while I'm away."

"You do realize that gay men are not just girls with balls, right?" He smirked and ducked back in, doing a final once-over with the soap before he single-handedly convinced the landlord to start adding water to the bill.

She smiled. "Yeah. You have a penis too. And no boobs." She chuckled. "Fine. Jasha talk then. We have now been formed into our own little word just because there is no other way to describe us."

"You terrify me." He laughed, rinsing off and shutting down the water. "Throw that towel over, will ya? I wanna dry off before I start freezing again." Not that he usually minded the cold, he just wasn't in a mood to start shivering right then.

"I'm just so frightening." she replied, standing and grabbing the towel. She walked over to the tub and held it out to him. "Big strong guy like you, terrified of little old me? That's hilarious."

He took the towel and hid behind the curtain a bit longer as he scrubbed his body dry. "Yeah, I'm a one man riot. You wanna get something to eat? I got hotdogs and chips, and I think there's some pizza still in the fridge, can't remember if I ate the last piece yesterday."

"Is that your nice way of saying 'I'm so not showing you my penis again'?" she teased. "But yeah, I can grab something. Or I can order takeout. My own little thank you for watching my stuff."

"I'm always good with takeout. And no, it was me trying to be polite! I don't care if you look, I guess, it's just weird when people keep seeing me naked. It's not normal." Granted, he was a lycanthropic monstrosity that ran around baying at the moon every so often, so normal probably was rather relative, all things considered.

"It is too normal." she countered. "You're hot and you're naked like... a lot. And you expect me not to look? With you it's all I can do. I should get to do it all the damn time." she teased.

"Your logic...isn't." He laughed though, tossing the towel over the edge of the curtain in defeat, pulling the tarp aside. "There ya go, ya happy?" how the heck did she keep getting to him, she was just so...goofy!

Her eyes drifted across his body for a moment before finally trailing up his chest and meeting his eyes. "Yes." she said simply, a smile forming across her face as she turned and grabbed her purse from the floor and draped it over her shoulder again.

He shook his head, chuckling and climbing out of the shower, headed for his bedroom and some clean clothes. "What kinda takeout you want to order? And I swear to god, if you tell Sammy you've seen me naked..."

"Whatever you want to eat." she told him. "Chinese maybe? Change up the pizza habit we've gotten into. And as for telling Sammy, 1. I have no reason to tell him, and 2. Even if I did have a reason to tell him, it's not like it'd matter, you don't like women remember? If you did like women, I'd be hoping that'd Id've done a lot more than just see you naked."

"Chinese is good, could do General Tsos. And your logic means nothing to me, you change it around all the time." He pulled on fresh trousers and a tshirt as he argued with her from his room, stretching and enjoying the tingly feeling of freshly-cleaned skin. "Aaaahh..."

"I do not!" she said back to him. "My logic is plain and simple. You are hot, and if you weren't gay, I'd so have banged you already. In all honesty, you're lucky I don't try anyway. I may have to get you really wasted and molest you." she teased, flipping her phone open and calling information for the number to the Chinese place.

"Then I'd really be in a conundrum, wouldn't I?" He walked back out, actually wearing, of all things, a puffy pair of dark blue slippers. "If I called the cops and cried rape, they'd think I was retarded, and if I told them it was because I'm gay, I'd probably get lynched." He grinned, headed over to his beat up but comfy couch and slumping into it. "Ahh..."

"You wouldn't call rape on me." she said once she'd flipped the phone shut again. "You'd be far too confused for that. Besides, you might like it." she chuckled.

"And Satan might decide it's time to call god up for a little heart to heart." Sasha smirked, stretching out on the couch comfortably. "You finish ordering I'm gonna just...make sure the couch obeys the law. Of gravity."

She rolled her eyes and shifted his legs off the end of the couch enough for her to sit down and drop her purse by the edge. Moving his feet back onto her lap she glanced over. "Am I seriously that unattractive? God, I need to buy a penis or something." she chuckled. "What do you want to eat?"

"Told ya, General Tso's. Rice, not noodles, hate the noodles." He gagged a little just at the thought of the brown, greasy things. "And it's not you're ugly, I just...I just don't get the girl thing. Don't think I'm raggin on ya or nothin..."

"Well, girls aren't that bad." she muttered, mostly to herself. "Chicken and rice work for you?" she questioned, turning her attention to him again. "And I know you're not ragging on me... just... it's weird to not get what I want." she said with a shrug. That was the long and short of it. Sasha was the first person she'd wanted that she'd been unable to obtain.

"Sure, works fine." Sasha heard the muttering, and sighed a little. He was so clutzy with stuff like this. Here was a nice lady offering him a place to stay for a few days, and a car to get to work, and here he was pissing her off by being...well, himself really.

"What's wrong?" she questioned after he'd sighed. "I'm sorry... I just... I need to keep my big mouth shut every once in a while." she said, flipping her phone open and dialing the number to the restaurant. She ordered their food and replaced the phone in her purse. "I'm just not used to being turned down. You should feel special, you're the only one who has."

"I don't think it's all that special. You're nice, you're cute, you're friendly. I don't know why, but I just like guys. Not sure if it was the locker room or whatever, or if I'm just made like this, but it's there. It's not like some big ordeal, or me saying I'm like, one thing you can't have, I just...don't swing there."

"But you kinda are the one thing I can't have, whether or not you mean to be." she shrugged. "It's no big deal I guess, it's just... weird is all. Something for me to get used to. And I kinda feel a little bad now because I know I come on a little strong and I just don't want you to think that I mean more by it than I do... Like I'm not going to really molest you in your sleep or anything, there's no need for you to like lock doors to keep me out. I'm crazy but not psychotic." She sighed. "Sorry... rambling."

He laughed a bit, shaking his head. "I'm not really worried, Jules. I don't think you just keep hanging around me hoping for sex, either." He prodded her side with one foot, teasingly. "That, and I'm a lighter sleeper than you, I'd hear you on the stairs before you got to the door."

"Nah, I keep you around for the cuddling after nightmares." she teased right back. "I don't think I ever really told you how much I appreciated that. So yeah, thanks." She gave him a little smile and shrugged. "That part you should feel special for. I don't admit to needing people around ever."

"Eh, what can I say, I'm a big cuddly puppy." He grinned a little, shrugging and leaning back against the cushion of the couch, continuing to poke her side with his slippered foot. "Fun to have around when you're lonely, but I always end up making a big mess on the carpet."

"Well you better learn to clean up your messes, or I'll take a rolled up newspaper to that ass of yours." she threatened, trying her best to keep the smile off her face but failing miserably.

"And we're back to the sex." It wasn't a complaint, though. He liked teasing her and being teased, even if it wasn't going to go anywhere. "You're the best friend ever, you know." He repeated it, because he meant it.

"We are not back to the sex." she chuckled. "I was simply saying that bad dogs get spanked." She couldn't help but smile at his compliment. "Well your not so bad yourself." she told him. "Even if you don't swing my way."

"Now I'm wondering what happens to bad cats. I could stand to spank Domino..." He really could, especially barehanded against that silky-smooth soft fur-feeling skin...wow he was going down a bad road there.

"You think of him as a cat?" she questioned, eyebrow raised. She could see Domino as a cat. He was soft, almost furry feeling, which was odd, but definitely not bad. "Does that mean you think you're more rough than he is?"

"Uh, yeah. You've seen how he moves, right?" Shit, that had been a bit much to let slip. He didn't react visibly though, shrugging as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "He's like a big slinky kittycat. And of course I'm more rough, you've seen my hands." he held them up. They were of course knicked and dinged here and there with the assortment of injuries that any auto mechanic gets, courtesy of battery acid, live wires, hot parts and sharp metal. Though of course, his werewolf heritage meant the injuries weren't nearly as bad as they could have been.

She smiled at the memory. "Oh yes. I've seen how he moves." she said, leaning her head back against the couch with a dreamy little look across her face. "Oh how I wouldn't mind replaying that night over and over again." she smiled.

"Perhaps you're in the wrong line of work. Maybe you should just be a porn director." He smirked, giving her another prod with his foot now that the dangerous topics were past again. That had been a little close for comfort.

"How can I direct when I like being part of the action?" she questioned, glancing over at him. "Wouldn't mind watching you and Domino go at it though. That'd be pretty hot."

"It was, if I do say so myself." Granted, the first time they'd hooked up, the two of them had been covered in bruises, gashes, and other injuries from that rampaging vampire attack they'd fended off...strange romances indeed. He wondered idly if werecreatures were more likely to become masochists than other people... "Really damn hot." He ended, grinning.

"Yeah, well it was hotter with me and Dom." she teased, giving his leg a playful swat. "And I got to watch his ass in the mirror that was on my ceiling." she grinned at that memory. Damn he had a nice ass. "Maybe once my paranoia ceases, I'll get it hung up again."

"Pics or it didn't happen." Sasha was largely ignorant of cultural nuances like that one, but all the same the occasional bit of internet-fu trickled down and he'd make a joke about them. He grinned playfully, imagining the sight of Domino's back and rear moving..."Damn, this is an awkward conversation."

"If only you could see my mental pictures." she said with a laugh. "And it's not awkward. It's totally hot. He's hot, we're hot, our sex was hot. If we had a threesome it would blow up the world with hotness."

"And then Sammy would kill me, because I'd be a damn dirty cheatin bastard." Sasha chuckled, not seriously chiding himself or her, understanding the conversation for what it was. "Man, I really could take a picture of Domino again, though..."

She shook her head and laughed. "You're a damn dirty perv is what you are." she said. Before she got the chance to continue the conversation, there was a knock at the door. "Oh, food. Move." she said, playfully pushing his feet off of her and grabbing her purse as she made her way towards the door. Once she'd paid for the food and returned to the couch she smiled. "Hungry. Oh, never mind, of course you are."

"Damn right." He grinned and got up, headed to the kitchen to grab some forks and the two-liter of not-quite-flat coke he had in the fridge. "I'm always hungry, so gimme mine and let's get the party started."

She sifted through the bag and handed him a box, taking a fork from him and kicking off her heels. Tucking her feet beneath her, not caring that she was still in a skirt, she opened her box and took a bite. "You'd think as much as you eat you'd be fat." she said with a laugh.

"I'm a little fat." He said offhandedly as he settled down next to her and started eating as well. "Got all the baby pudge on my belly, my ass, cheeks..." He poked at his chin with a free finger before scooping a forkfull of rice into his mouth.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. That's not 'fat'. Just makes you more comfortable to lie on." she teased. "Now this stuff..." she said, pointing to the food with her fork. "It's going to go straight to my ass. Like I need more cushion back there."

"Well, gotta have something to keep you padded while you're having Domino show off his ass in your mirror." He prodded her foot with his, eyes twinkling with amusement at the little jesting game between them.

She grinned through another bite and shook her head. "Yeah, but then I have to show off my ass for Dom in the mirror. Don't need it all jiggly."

"...hmm." Sasha was indeed the quintessential guy...already he found himself wondering just what Sammy would look like in that mirror, which when he realized he was doing it, sent a creeping bit of red up his neck and to his ears.

"What are you 'hmming' about?" she questioned, catching the redness moving across his skin. "Must be something pretty dirty if you're blushing."

Sasha didn't reply, just hid behind his food and mumbled something like 'Man this is really good...' hoping she'd desist, but knowing in his gut that she wouldn't do any such thing.

"Oh no you don't." she said. Him having no luck with getting her to back down that easily. "Spill. Come on. You know you want to." she said, nudging his arm with her elbow.

"Feh, Sammy, aright?" He laughed, tossing a fortune cookie at Jules. "I was wondering what Sammy'd look like in the mirror, you big goof."

"You perv!" she teased, feigning disgust. "He's like what less than a year from illegalness! Dirty boy, you!" She laughed and took another bite of her food. "Maybe I should put the mirror above your bed then." she said.

"I'm gonna have to go with a negative on that." He chuckled, sitting back and relaxing, having wolfed through half of his food already, and wanting a slight break. It was always fun to hang out with Jules, even if she was always running off. Made life more interesting.