Co-authored by: Ikate Keda Studios, TheCountryWarrior
23XX AD
Daheim One
Juan sat in his room, the television just playing music as he sat. He had not been doing much at the time, a mixture of recovering from a workout and being too lazy to do anything at the moment. His thoughts drifted to Joan again, their efforts having been successful. They had gotten the kids back, and with that Juan felt an entire weight lift from his shoulders. He had missed them, and he especially missed Joan’s happiness. All would be well, for a time. He did wish he could see them more often, but he attributed that to being lazy than anything else. He also didn’t want to just drop in on them, they deserved some time together, and he felt his presence would just get in the way of that.
Though, his drifting thoughts were soon brought to an end as his door opened. Speak of the Devil, and she will arrive it seemed, as Joan just let herself into his room, arms crossed, a bit of a scowl on her face as she looked about. She sighed, shaking her head. “Ah dun know ‘ow ya live like dis,” She said, turning her attention to Juan.
He looked up to her, and blinked with confusion. He was glad to see her, but now he was knocked off balance. “Live like what? This is how I’ve always lived.”
“So ya say!,” Joan said, snorting in irritation as she started picking up stray clothing, letting out a sigh. “Ah’d go nuts if’n ah ‘ad ta live in ‘ere!” She said, looking at all the stuff that was in the room. “Dis ‘as ta change. Fer yer on good!” She added quickly, setting the clothes on his counter to begin folding them up.
Well now he felt bad, he hadn’t been expecting a visitor. He stood up and started cleaning his room. “Well I don’t exactly have guests coming over every day. At least that was the idea.” He chuckled. “Should have known better. Shouldn’t you be with your kids? Did you walk over here just to judge me, because that would be heartbreaking.” He smiles. He was glad to see her, there was no doubt, but he’d have thought she’d be living it up with her children.
Joan let out a “hmm” in acknowledgement before looking around the room. She walked over to his storage compartment and opened it up, rummaging around. “Ah fink we are gonna fix dis,” She said, pulling out a suitcase and setting it on the bed. She then started opening up his drawers and pulling clothes out of them and putting them in the suitcase. At this point she was just mumbling to herself, going over a bit of a checklist in her head.
Now he was even more confused. “Oh no, I’ve finally overstayed my welcome. I should have known it could never be.” He places the back of his hand on his forehead, in a show of half-hearted mock dramatic play. He chuckled to himself, and returned his hand to his side. “Are we going somewhere?”
“You are,” Joan said plainly.
“Do you get off on being as vague as possible?” He started packing, not sure entirely why this was happening. “Because you’re being very vague.”
“Ah’ve already spoke ta Ulrike ‘bout it,” She said, looking at Juan. “Ya kin keep dis room in all, but, dis ain’t yer assigned living quarters anymore,” She said, closing the suitcase and turning to look at Juan with her arms crossed.
He blinked again, before a thought entered his mind. “Are you… inviting me to stay with you? Or maybe more accurately kidnapping me, I wasn’t exactly asked.”
“Is dat a problem?” She asked, a defensive edge creeping into her voice.
Now he had a straight answer, a curvy straight answer. He smiled at her, shrugging nonchalantly. “I mean knowing about it beforehand would have been nice, I could have packed myself, but I wouldn’t say no to it. Are the kids alright with it?”
“Ah’ve ‘ad a bit of a conversation wif dem,” Joan said, now hugging herself. “Ah told ‘em ah was lonely, in ah was gunna invite an adult ta stay wif me, so dey would ‘ave ta share dere room,” She said looking up at the ceiling. “Ah… still ‘aven’t told ‘em dough…” She said quietly.
He nods. “Okay. So that’ll be a conversation, but hopefully they don’t think too poorly of me.” He smiled, and kept packing. “So, let’s get going. It’s been a while since I shared a bed.”
“Ah doubt dey’ll fink poorly o’ ya,” Joan said, lifting the suitcase. “Jacob likes ya, in Mandy ‘as grown a ‘ittle les ‘ateful o’ ya since ya apologized fer scarin ‘er,” She added, walking towards the door.
Juan lifted a second suitcase, and followed her. “We’re going to have to make a couple trips, I… have a medium amount of stuff.” He chuckled, and took a deep breath. “Wow, I haven’t moved into someone else’s place of residence in years. Let’s see if it can even compare to my messy bachelor pad.”
“Yer still keepin yer room,” Joan said, looking at Juan. “Ah don’ fink it’s a good idea fer us bofe ta be stuck in da same room wif no way ta ‘ave our own space,” She said, continuing to walk. “Plus ya in Jacob could use a place ta play yer vidia games in such, She nodded her head. “Las fing we need is ta be at each ovahs froats ovah high stress,” She added.
“I doubt we’d be at each other's throats immediately. But having a gaming room is…” he nods approvingly, “a childhood dream come true.” He chuckles, a small sense of excitement washing over him. He felt a sudden urge to be mischievous, the Spaniard accent creeping up again. “Even better though, is the chance to sleep at your side once more.”
“Oh,” Joan nodded, looking at Juan. “Ah’m sure sleeping is da last fing exciting you about ma bed,” She said, rolling her eyes in amusement. “Ah know wha’ dat accent is all ‘bout. What’re ya plannin?”
He smiles wide, innocent eyes blinking at her. “Oh you wound me. When have I ever planned anything?” He laughed, his free hand moving slowly up her back. He knew she liked just being touched, his secret weapon against her.
He could feel her shiver at the touch before giving him a scowl. “Ya could wait till we’re at da room, can’t cha?” She asked, looking back up the hallway. They were alone, but as she turned her head he could see her bite her lip a little.
“Wait to do what my dear? I see nothing wrong with a gentle pat on the back.” It was very much not a pat on the back, as his hands crept up her back along her spine. Even as they walked he smiled mischievously.
Joan took a very deep breath, turning to look at Juan. “You best be careful,” She warned, but there was certainly a pleasant growl to her tone. “Last few monfs ‘aven’t been too kind ta me in dat regards, once dat engine ‘as started, it ain’t turnin off fer nuffin…” She said, narrowing her eyes. “So evah you do a real good job o’ teasin me, er ya stop…”
He smiled wider, a thirsty growl sounding from his throat. “Oh but how could I be so cruel to deny you a reprieve from a period of dissatisfaction? Besides,” with a quick glance both ways down the hall, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I like to hear this engine purr.”
Joan groaned. “You little cunt,” She whispered, trying to double down on walking. “Stop akin’ dis difficult!”
He chuckled impishly, and walked beside her for a good while. “I guess you could say I’ve just been lonely.” His hand now made an even bolder move, creeping down towards her rear as it moved beside him. “Besides, I know you like my hands.”
“Juan,” Joan warned. “Ah’m warnin ya…” She hissed, squirming but not exactly pulling away. “Stahp ‘fore a do somefing ah might regret…”
“Have you regretted it yet?” He raised an eyebrow, asking a question in jest.
“Ya know,” Joan said, sighing. “Ah ‘aven’t. If anyfing, ah regret ya not being forward enough,” She explained with a tease. “Ah go in give ya explicit permission ta fool round wif me, in ya do dainty ‘ittle fings like dis,” She said, shaking her head with a playful tsk tsk tsk. “Shame really.”
23XX AD
Daheim One
Juan sat in his room, the television just playing music as he sat. He had not been doing much at the time, a mixture of recovering from a workout and being too lazy to do anything at the moment. His thoughts drifted to Joan again, their efforts having been successful. They had gotten the kids back, and with that Juan felt an entire weight lift from his shoulders. He had missed them, and he especially missed Joan’s happiness. All would be well, for a time. He did wish he could see them more often, but he attributed that to being lazy than anything else. He also didn’t want to just drop in on them, they deserved some time together, and he felt his presence would just get in the way of that.
Though, his drifting thoughts were soon brought to an end as his door opened. Speak of the Devil, and she will arrive it seemed, as Joan just let herself into his room, arms crossed, a bit of a scowl on her face as she looked about. She sighed, shaking her head. “Ah dun know ‘ow ya live like dis,” She said, turning her attention to Juan.
He looked up to her, and blinked with confusion. He was glad to see her, but now he was knocked off balance. “Live like what? This is how I’ve always lived.”
“So ya say!,” Joan said, snorting in irritation as she started picking up stray clothing, letting out a sigh. “Ah’d go nuts if’n ah ‘ad ta live in ‘ere!” She said, looking at all the stuff that was in the room. “Dis ‘as ta change. Fer yer on good!” She added quickly, setting the clothes on his counter to begin folding them up.
Well now he felt bad, he hadn’t been expecting a visitor. He stood up and started cleaning his room. “Well I don’t exactly have guests coming over every day. At least that was the idea.” He chuckled. “Should have known better. Shouldn’t you be with your kids? Did you walk over here just to judge me, because that would be heartbreaking.” He smiles. He was glad to see her, there was no doubt, but he’d have thought she’d be living it up with her children.
Joan let out a “hmm” in acknowledgement before looking around the room. She walked over to his storage compartment and opened it up, rummaging around. “Ah fink we are gonna fix dis,” She said, pulling out a suitcase and setting it on the bed. She then started opening up his drawers and pulling clothes out of them and putting them in the suitcase. At this point she was just mumbling to herself, going over a bit of a checklist in her head.
Now he was even more confused. “Oh no, I’ve finally overstayed my welcome. I should have known it could never be.” He places the back of his hand on his forehead, in a show of half-hearted mock dramatic play. He chuckled to himself, and returned his hand to his side. “Are we going somewhere?”
“You are,” Joan said plainly.
“Do you get off on being as vague as possible?” He started packing, not sure entirely why this was happening. “Because you’re being very vague.”
“Ah’ve already spoke ta Ulrike ‘bout it,” She said, looking at Juan. “Ya kin keep dis room in all, but, dis ain’t yer assigned living quarters anymore,” She said, closing the suitcase and turning to look at Juan with her arms crossed.
He blinked again, before a thought entered his mind. “Are you… inviting me to stay with you? Or maybe more accurately kidnapping me, I wasn’t exactly asked.”
“Is dat a problem?” She asked, a defensive edge creeping into her voice.
Now he had a straight answer, a curvy straight answer. He smiled at her, shrugging nonchalantly. “I mean knowing about it beforehand would have been nice, I could have packed myself, but I wouldn’t say no to it. Are the kids alright with it?”
“Ah’ve ‘ad a bit of a conversation wif dem,” Joan said, now hugging herself. “Ah told ‘em ah was lonely, in ah was gunna invite an adult ta stay wif me, so dey would ‘ave ta share dere room,” She said looking up at the ceiling. “Ah… still ‘aven’t told ‘em dough…” She said quietly.
He nods. “Okay. So that’ll be a conversation, but hopefully they don’t think too poorly of me.” He smiled, and kept packing. “So, let’s get going. It’s been a while since I shared a bed.”
“Ah doubt dey’ll fink poorly o’ ya,” Joan said, lifting the suitcase. “Jacob likes ya, in Mandy ‘as grown a ‘ittle les ‘ateful o’ ya since ya apologized fer scarin ‘er,” She added, walking towards the door.
Juan lifted a second suitcase, and followed her. “We’re going to have to make a couple trips, I… have a medium amount of stuff.” He chuckled, and took a deep breath. “Wow, I haven’t moved into someone else’s place of residence in years. Let’s see if it can even compare to my messy bachelor pad.”
“Yer still keepin yer room,” Joan said, looking at Juan. “Ah don’ fink it’s a good idea fer us bofe ta be stuck in da same room wif no way ta ‘ave our own space,” She said, continuing to walk. “Plus ya in Jacob could use a place ta play yer vidia games in such, She nodded her head. “Las fing we need is ta be at each ovahs froats ovah high stress,” She added.
“I doubt we’d be at each other's throats immediately. But having a gaming room is…” he nods approvingly, “a childhood dream come true.” He chuckles, a small sense of excitement washing over him. He felt a sudden urge to be mischievous, the Spaniard accent creeping up again. “Even better though, is the chance to sleep at your side once more.”
“Oh,” Joan nodded, looking at Juan. “Ah’m sure sleeping is da last fing exciting you about ma bed,” She said, rolling her eyes in amusement. “Ah know wha’ dat accent is all ‘bout. What’re ya plannin?”
He smiles wide, innocent eyes blinking at her. “Oh you wound me. When have I ever planned anything?” He laughed, his free hand moving slowly up her back. He knew she liked just being touched, his secret weapon against her.
He could feel her shiver at the touch before giving him a scowl. “Ya could wait till we’re at da room, can’t cha?” She asked, looking back up the hallway. They were alone, but as she turned her head he could see her bite her lip a little.
“Wait to do what my dear? I see nothing wrong with a gentle pat on the back.” It was very much not a pat on the back, as his hands crept up her back along her spine. Even as they walked he smiled mischievously.
Joan took a very deep breath, turning to look at Juan. “You best be careful,” She warned, but there was certainly a pleasant growl to her tone. “Last few monfs ‘aven’t been too kind ta me in dat regards, once dat engine ‘as started, it ain’t turnin off fer nuffin…” She said, narrowing her eyes. “So evah you do a real good job o’ teasin me, er ya stop…”
He smiled wider, a thirsty growl sounding from his throat. “Oh but how could I be so cruel to deny you a reprieve from a period of dissatisfaction? Besides,” with a quick glance both ways down the hall, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I like to hear this engine purr.”
Joan groaned. “You little cunt,” She whispered, trying to double down on walking. “Stop akin’ dis difficult!”
He chuckled impishly, and walked beside her for a good while. “I guess you could say I’ve just been lonely.” His hand now made an even bolder move, creeping down towards her rear as it moved beside him. “Besides, I know you like my hands.”
“Juan,” Joan warned. “Ah’m warnin ya…” She hissed, squirming but not exactly pulling away. “Stahp ‘fore a do somefing ah might regret…”
“Have you regretted it yet?” He raised an eyebrow, asking a question in jest.
“Ya know,” Joan said, sighing. “Ah ‘aven’t. If anyfing, ah regret ya not being forward enough,” She explained with a tease. “Ah go in give ya explicit permission ta fool round wif me, in ya do dainty ‘ittle fings like dis,” She said, shaking her head with a playful tsk tsk tsk. “Shame really.”