Larger than life: Dee Dee and the big divide

Dita looked over his, rather large, movie collection and smiled brightly at the sight of Boondock Saints. She pulled it out and handed it to him. "This one. Hands down."

Excited like a kid on Christmas he put it in. Taking a seat on his overstuffed couch hepatted the spot beside him.

Dita sat next to him and began watching the movie, blushing and biting her lip as her celebrity crush, Norman Reedus came on the screen. Something about a man in black with a gun an an accent got her giddy.

Juice watched the movie, an intense look on his face. This was part of why he agreed to be a prospect, the sons did bad but they did some good too. The excitement of things to come kept him going through all the abuse he took.

Dee watched the screen as well. Feeling tired, she absently rested her head on his shoulder.

He smiled at the soft pressure of her head on his shoulder and laid his head against hers. Still engrossed in the movie, he relaxed some.

Sometime between that point and the end of the movie, Dita drifted off to sleep.

Juice silently took the movie out and grabbed a blanket for her. Pulling out his laptop, he sat in a chair and worked on a hack job.

Dita woke up an hour later, blushing, "You should have woken me."

"Where I'm from, if a pretty girl is tired, you let her nap," he chuckled as he worked away on his computer.

Dita blushed and then she got some nerve about her. She moved from her spot on the sofa, scooted over between his legs and kissed him over the open laptop. Snap.

Geeze.


Shocked, he looked at her, then the laptop, then her.

"Oh, to hell with it," he shut the screen and kissed him back.

Dita smiled against his lips, pulling back a little, "We can stop so you can do whatever you were doing. I don't want to pester you."

He grabbed her face and kissed her hard

Dita practically fell into his lap at that point. She kissed him back with the same urgency, her hands holding his shoulders tight.

ooc aww, how cute, in fake life you wait to the second date.




Juice grabbed her by the hand and led her back to his room, so they could lay together.

Dita looked around his room, surprised by how clean and...well, plain it was. She laid back on his bed, resting back on the pillows.

He crawled in beside her, "I know, it's not much to look at. I don't spend much time at home."

He nervously looked at her.

Dita smiled, rubbing his chest, "It's fine."

Blowing out a breath he smiled. He leaned over and kissed her, running his hands through her hair.

Dita smiled against his lips as she kissed him back, holding on his shirt in fistfuls.

Quickly, he ripped off his own shirt, wanting to feel her hands on his chest. Absently he wondered how she felt about tattoos. He'd have to get the back piece when he was patched in. It was pretty large. He trailed kisses down her neck, as his mind wondered like an add kid on crack.

Dita tugged her cardigan off and her top revealing the tattoos she had on her shoulders, her chest and down her side. For a 19 year old, she had quite a few.

He smiled and traced the tattoos as they kissed. Maybe this would work out after all.

Dita smiled as he traced the tattoos, feeling confident in herself for a change, "Everything okay?"