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[shadowchaser.livejournal.com]

Who: Amy, Chase, Josi-boy, Song
What: Ambush!
When: February 1st
Where: Rainbow's End
Status: Complete
Warning: BEWARE, SMUT. ...Maybe. >_>





Amy laughed softly as she checked on her sleeping son one more time before slipping out of the nursery and past Song's room. Her friend was absorbed in a book, and would hopefully remain that way until she'd gotten herself back up here. Chase had made herself scarce, but handy, which was easy enough to do in this house. A cackle escaped her as she practically bounced down the stairs. Poor Josi, he wouldn't know what hit him. Hell, neither would Song. Well, at first, anyway.

Amy hurried outside and over to where she'd left Jalen earlier, beneath Song's windows. He had orders to be inconspicuous, but wasn't doing a good job of it. She found him lying on his back staring up at Song's room with a scowl on his face. That wasn't going to work. She knelt next to him, lowering her voice.

"Oh come on, you can't do it that way! It's too easy to figure out you're here for a reason!"

Jalen sat up and brushed himself off. "What do you want me to do then? Pick flowers?"

"Why not?"

Her husband groaned and flopped back onto the grass. "It's still meddling. So what if they want to escape down a bed sheet?"

"But you said you'd do this for me...Okay, after I bribed you and pleaded, but Jale..." She started to pout.

"All right, I'll do something else, but you'd better get inside before you give everything away."

With a happy squeal, Amy jumped up and darted back into the house, parking herself close to the front door so she wouldn't miss Josi when he arrived.

Comments

/headdesk/

[epauranonavere.livejournal.com]

He really should have been expecting it. In fact, he should have actually planned ahead. Chase had been too quiet lately and that odd little note in Amy's soul should have tipped him off that something was out of the ordinary. But no - he brushed it off and because of it, found himself shoved into Song's room by his best friend.

He didn't fall, but the sheer surprise of nearly being tackled was enough to make him stumble and disorient him for a few seconds. It was enough time for Chase to slam the door shut behind him before he could even turn back to it, and then, a few seconds later, lock it. The sound alerted him that he had pretty much walked into some sort of trap, and he had the feeling that Chase wasn't the only one behind it.

He stared at the door, trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened.

Re: /headdesk/

[apollo-chase.livejournal.com]

"I like twenty. Twenty's good too."

Chase rocked back on her heels and fell to lean against the wall, crossing her arms and laughing quietly. To be truthful, she half-expected it not to work - they'd probably end up talking the whole night or convince Jalen to let Josiah go without saying a word. She snorted a bit at that - well, maybe not that. Amy could be very persuasive when she wanted to be.

When Amy returned with the stereo, she winked at her. "Great. Should we leave the two lovebirds alone?" She then leaned forward to give Eli a goofy grin reserved just for babies. "You're gonna be as mischievous as your mommy, huh, Eli?"

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

Though Song had a fairly good idea of what this was all about, she still looked a little wide-eyed as she stepped into the doorway between the two rooms and regarded Josiah thoughtfully.

"... Well, I'll say this. You're much better at making dramatic entrances than you are at exits."

[shadowchaser.livejournal.com]

"Yes, we should. And I'm actually hoping Eli'll be more like his father. Safer for everyone."

Cackling softly, she began to head down the stairs. They needed to let Mabry know how it'd gone, make some popcorn for the wait...and she should probably take a sandwich out to Jalen.

"Have fun you two!"

[epauranonavere.livejournal.com]

Josiah looked from the door to Song and sighed, trying not to laugh. "I guess they get points for sheer enthusiasm?" He went to the door to try and open it... and found that the doorknob wouldn't budge. He raised an eyebrow when he heard music coming from the other side of the door, and nearly choked when he realized what it was.

"Luther Vandross? Really?"

That was the final straw - he started laughing, shaking his head.

[apollo-chase.livejournal.com]

At the sounds of Luther, Chase made a face and bent down to press a button on the stereo. "Wrong song - sorry folks!"

Besides, "Bella Notte" was far more appropriate.

She grinned and followed Amy down the stairs.

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

Song stifled a snort of amusement, then gave up and laughed along with Josiah, facepalming.

"I didn't expect the mood music. They really planned this out." She grinned at him from under the hand that still covered her face.

[epauranonavere.livejournal.com]

"This is just... god, is this how Ryune and Brandon felt after that stunt at Disney World?" He leaned against the door, unable to wipe the grin off his face. "Please tell me that Mabry didn't just happen to make truffles today too. Because that is pushing the boundaries of ridiculous."

He tried the doorknob again, and almost rolled his eyes. "Guess I could always use a spell to unlock it..."

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

She crossed her arms and moved to lean against the wall, not quite mimicking his pose.

"You could, but then I wager they'd just try harder. I'm not sure I want to even speculate what they'd pull next. What I'm wondering is why they even think we need help, though."

Bella Notte ended just then, and was followed by That's Amore. Song only barely managed not to start laughing again.

[epauranonavere.livejournal.com]

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to be serious, but failing miserably. "They watch too much television. That has to be the answer." He quirked a mischievous eyebrow at her for her last comment, but said nothing.

He stared at the door when That's Amore began playing as if he could see the stereo through it and snickered. "You've got to be kidding me."

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

That did it. She began snickering again and slowly slid down to the floor, burying her head in both hands this time.

"Well..." she said with her face still hidden. "What do you want to do about this? I can think of two options, aside from picking the lock." Why that lock even existed was quite simple, Song knew. It was for the same reason that Josiah had tied her to a chair not long ago.

[epauranonavere.livejournal.com]

He sat down on the floor next to her, resting his right arm across his knees as he listened to Dean Martin's song just beyond the door. "Two options other than picking the lock? Are the other options blowing up the door or finding a way to use dark corridors to get out of the room?"

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

She lifted her head just to roll her eyes at him, still grinning.

"Option number one is to offer a few of my blankets to make a pallet for you on the floor. But if you really want out, go for the lock. It's probably not sealed by magic, "

She didn't want him to leave, though, and while she was trying not to let that fact show in her voice, the feeling was a rather strong pressure on her chest, almost like reluctance or regret. For all she knew, he'd be able to sense it. Part of her wanted that.

[epauranonavere.livejournal.com]

He chuckled, leaning back to rest his head against the door. "I wouldn't put anything past our friends... with our luck, there's probably a force field surrounding your room now." Which was just... he sighed. Yeah. Putting nothing past their friends.

He glanced at Song out of the corner of his eye, sensing something upsetting in her soul. For a moment, he wasn't going to mention it and pass it off as irritation at their current predicament, but the more he thought about, the more he realized it was something more than that.

"Song...?"

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Josi?"

The way he said her name had made her smile fade and her brow furrow for a moment, though she quickly smoothed her expression into something more neutral.
She regretted her thoughts of a moment ago, and hoped it wasn't the reason for his change of tone. She'd be guilty of killing his laughter then, and she didn't want to be that selfish.

[epauranonavere.livejournal.com]

He watched her expression change, felt a slight change in the light that made up her soul, and shifted to give her his full attention. He didn't sense that something was wrong, just that something wasn't... quite right.

Still, he couldn't help but smile as he rested his forehead against hers. "Exactly how do we get ourselves into these situations again?"

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

She relaxed at his touch and closed her eyes.

"It's either skill or luck. Probably both," she replied quietly. "The real question is how do we get out of these situations. There's still option number two, but I'll leave this one up to you."

[epauranonavere.livejournal.com]

He felt her relax, and that made him smile. He wondered what had been on her mind only moments before though.

"We make getting into trouble an art," he said with a laugh. "I'm all for the dark corridor option, but I'm willing to hear other options that won't have has glared at by the other Refs."

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

His repeated suggestions of escape were discouraging. She quite badly wanted him to stay, now that he was here, but she didn't want him to stay against his will, or only for her sake. It was building into quite a little conflict within her, and she was at a loss for how to approach it.

Finally she drew away, once more schooling her expression into the unreadable mask she'd mastered back during her Nobody days (which seemed so long ago now).

She stood and went to examine the door herself.

"Well, if you are going to go out this way, I'd do it now, before they come back to check on us."

[epauranonavere.livejournal.com]

He got to his feet a few seconds after she did, his face nearly as unreadable as hers as he watched her walk to and then examine the door. He closed his eyes and shook his head, chuckling beneath his breath before he walked up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her slightly away from the door in an embrace.

The problem was, he didn't really want to leave.

"You know I can't do that," he murmured, a teasing note in his voice. "It would break the universe and besides..." he shrugged slightly, "you didn't tell me your option two."

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

Her reaction was immediate. While Song would be very opposed to describing anything she did as a 'swoon', that was really the best word for it as she fell back against him, almost breathless.
The very small part of her mind that wasn't absolutely absorbed in his warmth and his voice was once again scoffing at the way her heart leapt. That little part of her, though, was very easily ignored.

"Option number two," she laughed, "is that we give the matchmakers what they want."

[epauranonavere.livejournal.com]

He held her just a little tighter, kissing the top of her head before letting her go, turning her to face him. A playful look appeared in his eyes before he kissed her lightly and quickly.

"I like option number two better," he replied, grinning.

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

She grinned back, and whatever anxiety he'd been able to pick up on was gone.

She realized, just for a moment, what it had been, really. Song's greatest fear, as he already knew, was to be forgotten. Her second greatest, however, was to miss a chance. Perhaps that was why her otherwise stoic and quiet demeanor changed so drastically when something she desired or cared for was at stake.

She mirrored the kiss, quick and light.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

[epauranonavere.livejournal.com]

Her sudden cheerfulness almost made him laugh. If she was happy, he couldn't ask for anything more. Still, he had the nagging feeling that neither of them would hear the end of this from the others.

Ah, to hell with it.

"Well, at least we're agreed." He lowered his hands to Song's waist, pulling her closer and kissing her again, more urgently and passionately than before.

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

She responded in kind, lifting a hand to cup his cheek as they kissed. He certainly wasn't doing all the work there. Now that she knew it was alright, she was not holding back.

She'd just have to be good and refrain from making any cruel jokes about French kissing later.

Unless he commented on how she'd learned too much from the succubus....
because now she was pulling away for air, her lips parted and her eyes half-lidded, and when she kissed him again it was on the side of his neck, her hand snaking up to weave through his hair.