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Name : Summer Rainault

Availability (How busy/not busy are you.) : I need about a fifteen-minute warning.

Soft or Rough? : soft

Dirty talk? : Yes [x] No []

Dominant or Submissive? (Or both.) : either

Some (Or all) of my turn on’s : there’s this one place, just behind my ear … and for some reason my ankles are an erogenous zone. 

Other thing’s you should know : I’m just doing this in case you ever want it (you probably won’t).

{You act as if I don’t want this. Change the tone. I just might.}

I’m bending over backwards here to — uh — shit, Robert, I don’t even know. I’m trying to respect your ‘go slow’ instead of just shoving you into a chair and kissing you senseless.

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“I feel vaguely cheated. Okay, truth. Would you ever go out on a date with me?”

“No, I would not. As friends I think we do well, but I think personally that would be as far as I would feel comfortable with. I am here for you when you need me but not enough, you need someone who could dedicate themselves to you and I am not that person. I am dedicated to my craft, to acting, and that is my passion now. I would not be the man you needed, so no, I would not give you that hope only to take it from you.”

“… you know, that’s a lot like something R-Robert said to me a while back. Am I really that much trouble?”

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“I could beg,” she teased, biting at her lip and giving Robert big green eyes. He wasn’t going to make her go away. That could change, and she hated that her work precluded more than this afternoon. Relief made her a little giddy.

“I’m good at begging. Plee~ease, Robert, may I have a hug?” Summer wheedled, even though his arm was already around her shoulders. She lost the pout in a giggle at the look on his face and grabbed at his hand. “Come on, then. Just riding around.”

“You make it sound like I’m pushing you away entirely, or saying you can’t have a hug at all. What does this look like to you then?” With a free hand, he motioned to his other arm, clearly around her shoulders. “Or would you rather I do it this way?” With a split second decision, Robert put both arms around Summer, lifting her off the sidewalk a few inches before setting her back down and releasing her entirely. “I consider that more of a bear hug, and I don’t do them all that often. That a better hug, or what?”

His own actions caused him to chuckle as he scratched at the back of his head. He never got a chance to speak as Summer grabbed his hand, though he soon shook the shock from his face. “I’m assuming you know where to rent a bike then? I don’t have one in my back pocket unfortunately.”

Summer shrieked a smothered giggle when he picked her up. “Looks to me,” she told him, looking down, “like you just wanted your hands on me.” Utterly impudent now, in spite of the pink tingeing her cheekbones, she pulled him along. “I know exactly where. So come on!”

“I wanted my hands on you?” Robert shook his head, waving his hand absent-minded in the air. “You know, as well as I do, that you were the one who wanted your hands on me. Or, wanted me to put my hands on you. Either way.” It was a joke she made, but Robert couldn’t help himself. He usually tried to be the one with the last laugh as far as he was concerned. “Alright, alright, lead the way, just make sure not to pull my arm out of the socket while doing so. I kind of need it for my career.”

“I’ll put it back!” she protested. “But you aren’t the actor I think you are if you can’t get around the loss of an arm.” They didn’t have far to go, so she left her bike propped up while she led him to where they could see the bike rental place. Going behind him, Summer gave a little push. “Go on, I have to get mine back.”

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If Robert spoke his mind, he’d certainly mention that he wasn’t going to do that day to hang out today. But when Summer mentioned that she’d be gone the whole weekend, he had to make a compromise with himself. Clearly, he wouldn’t be going back to the meeting he had managed to escape from. They could manage without him. He’d get the important information later.

And now he was being demanded to give a hug. How… perfect.

“For the record, don’t demand things from me. Not unless you’re something who’s higher up in the workplace than me.” It was more to be a joke than anything, but it certainly sounded like he was being serious. He followed it up with the hug Summer wanted, pondering the next decision at hand. “… Or we could just ride around. No need to chase each other on them.”

“I could beg,” she teased, biting at her lip and giving Robert big green eyes. He wasn’t going to make her go away. That could change, and she hated that her work precluded more than this afternoon. Relief made her a little giddy.

“I’m good at begging. Plee~ease, Robert, may I have a hug?” Summer wheedled, even though his arm was already around her shoulders. She lost the pout in a giggle at the look on his face and grabbed at his hand. “Come on, then. Just riding around.”

“You make it sound like I’m pushing you away entirely, or saying you can’t have a hug at all. What does this look like to you then?” With a free hand, he motioned to his other arm, clearly around her shoulders. “Or would you rather I do it this way?” With a split second decision, Robert put both arms around Summer, lifting her off the sidewalk a few inches before setting her back down and releasing her entirely. “I consider that more of a bear hug, and I don’t do them all that often. That a better hug, or what?”

His own actions caused him to chuckle as he scratched at the back of his head. He never got a chance to speak as Summer grabbed his hand, though he soon shook the shock from his face. “I’m assuming you know where to rent a bike then? I don’t have one in my back pocket unfortunately.”

Summer shrieked a smothered giggle when he picked her up. “Looks to me,” she told him, looking down, “like you just wanted your hands on me.” Utterly impudent now, in spite of the pink tingeing her cheekbones, she pulled him along. “I know exactly where. So come on!”

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iamthefirechild:

incredibly-gifted-faker:

… She cheated? Okay, he didn’t expect that. In fact, his face turned to one of confusion for a moment, as he thought about it. But, the expression was wiped away moments later when it struck him that Summer wasn’t exactly perfectly human. He needed to remember that, as it kept slipping from his mind. “Meeting somewhere public really doesn’t bother me. I haven’t been ambushed by fans, and as long as it isn’t made public that I’m here… they won’t come in droves like they normally do.”

Her gaze had faltered from him; it was plain to see. Probably looking around for anyone who might be one of those ‘random’ fans, but seeing how the gaze was cast downward, away from him, but not far enough upwards to notice anyone even being there.  Typical.

“I’m fully aware that you’ve confessed all that you need to. I wasn’t expecting you to repeat yourself at all.” He wasn’t sure who was more shy here—himself  or Summer. You think after 48 years on the planet he would have this down by now. “Ah, right. If you think I’m going to let you down, right here in the middle of Central Park, you’re mistaken, though I fear that’s why you refuse to look at me. Yes, I took notice. Now, I think… I think there may be something here… between us. But, I can’t be exactly sure unless we give it time to… flourish. Suppose that’s the right word. I’ve seen you here and there, but that’s not always enough. Perhaps we could… spend a day together?”

Summer opened her mouth when he said it was okay that they were out in public, then closed it. It wasn’t fans she was thinking of, exactly. But he kept talking, and she had to swallow hard against the sudden access of hope flooding her veins. He wanted to give it time to flourish?

Robert wanted to spend the day with her. Forcing her voice to steady, she grinned. “I think we can manage that. Now? That would be best — I … I already have something I have to do this weekend. I have to leave in the morning, actually.” Was that how it was going to be? A few stolen hours, here and there, between his work and hers? Too soon, too soon by far to worry about that.

“Give me a hug, to start with,” Summer demanded, stepping right up to him, breathing in the smell of Robert. “I don’t have a spare bike, but we can go rent one. Chase each other through the park?”

If Robert spoke his mind, he’d certainly mention that he wasn’t going to do that day to hang out today. But when Summer mentioned that she’d be gone the whole weekend, he had to make a compromise with himself. Clearly, he wouldn’t be going back to the meeting he had managed to escape from. They could manage without him. He’d get the important information later.

And now he was being demanded to give a hug. How… perfect.

“For the record, don’t demand things from me. Not unless you’re something who’s higher up in the workplace than me.” It was more to be a joke than anything, but it certainly sounded like he was being serious. He followed it up with the hug Summer wanted, pondering the next decision at hand. “… Or we could just ride around. No need to chase each other on them.”

“I could beg,” she teased, biting at her lip and giving Robert big green eyes. He wasn’t going to make her go away. That could change, and she hated that her work precluded more than this afternoon. Relief made her a little giddy.

“I’m good at begging. Plee~ease, Robert, may I have a hug?” Summer wheedled, even though his arm was already around her shoulders. She lost the pout in a giggle at the look on his face and grabbed at his hand. “Come on, then. Just riding around.”

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iamthefirechild:

incredibly-gifted-faker:

He hadn’t been sitting long when Summer showed up before him. Oddly enough, he hadn’t remembered the ability she possessed, merely thinking that, perhaps, he picked a good spot to be seen. Either way, at least Robert hadn’t made her trek her way through the entire park.

He hoped.

“Nice to see you again Summer. Hopefully I didn’t make you go all over looking for me. Should have been a bit more specific in where I’d be waiting. Least you found me, and I wasn’t left hanging because of my own stupidity.” Rising from the bench, he put on a smile and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I assume we’ll be staying here to talk?”

She laughed. “I cheated.” It was so good to see him. Swinging off her bike, she hit the kickstand and took a step closer, angling for a hug. “We can stay here or go somewhere else. I don’t actually care.” She could feel the blood rising into her face. “I … I assumed you would want more privacy, but I guess this is — ” She looked around, half-checking for other people, but also avoiding his gaze. Avoiding what he might be able to see in hers.

Which was silly, since she’d already confessed, but even so. Part of her was utterly convinced he’d come here just to let her down gently, and after today she’d never … be able to be in his presence again. She didn’t want him to see that fear, or the aching hope that lived beneath it.

“Um, I don’t — I mean — I said all the things I needed to say already,” she said at last. “I’d just be repeating myself. Why don’t you go ahead and, and say what you came here to say, then?”

… She cheated? Okay, he didn’t expect that. In fact, his face turned to one of confusion for a moment, as he thought about it. But, the expression was wiped away moments later when it struck him that Summer wasn’t exactly perfectly human. He needed to remember that, as it kept slipping from his mind. “Meeting somewhere public really doesn’t bother me. I haven’t been ambushed by fans, and as long as it isn’t made public that I’m here… they won’t come in droves like they normally do.”

Her gaze had faltered from him; it was plain to see. Probably looking around for anyone who might be one of those ‘random’ fans, but seeing how the gaze was cast downward, away from him, but not far enough upwards to notice anyone even being there.  Typical.

“I’m fully aware that you’ve confessed all that you need to. I wasn’t expecting you to repeat yourself at all.” He wasn’t sure who was more shy here—himself  or Summer. You think after 48 years on the planet he would have this down by now. “Ah, right. If you think I’m going to let you down, right here in the middle of Central Park, you’re mistaken, though I fear that’s why you refuse to look at me. Yes, I took notice. Now, I think… I think there may be something here… between us. But, I can’t be exactly sure unless we give it time to… flourish. Suppose that’s the right word. I’ve seen you here and there, but that’s not always enough. Perhaps we could… spend a day together?”

Summer opened her mouth when he said it was okay that they were out in public, then closed it. It wasn’t fans she was thinking of, exactly. But he kept talking, and she had to swallow hard against the sudden access of hope flooding her veins. He wanted to give it time to flourish?

Robert wanted to spend the day with her. Forcing her voice to steady, she grinned. “I think we can manage that. Now? That would be best — I … I already have something I have to do this weekend. I have to leave in the morning, actually.” Was that how it was going to be? A few stolen hours, here and there, between his work and hers? Too soon, too soon by far to worry about that.

“Give me a hug, to start with,” Summer demanded, stepping right up to him, breathing in the smell of Robert. “I don’t have a spare bike, but we can go rent one. Chase each other through the park?”

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iamthefirechild:

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He had nearly forgotten. How the fuck had he done that? Well, if he pinned blame, he’d pin it on his business, and the fact that when he realized he was going to be late, he nearly went into a frenzy and excused himself from what he had been doing.

Not that he cared what they thought of him leaving so suddenly anyway.

By the time he reached the outskirts of Central Park, he was already out of breath, having to run numerous blocks, in-between people and traffic. Taking the time to walk, instead of run, Robert planted himself down on one of the benches, trying to catch his breath. Perhaps he should have just given Summer the address to where he was staying; that would have worked better, instead of chancing this encounter and hoping Summer happened to come around in the right place.

Probably should have gotten her phone number too. That would have worked equally as well.

Wouldn’t hurt to remain on the bench for now, he supposed.

The west side of Central Park. What had he been thinking? Well, he hadn’t been, really, Summer supposed. She huffed out a breath, looking up the length of the park, and decided to try to cheat. It couldn’t be that hard to find him, right, now that they’d met?

She treated it like wardriving, pedalling slowly along the paths with her mind half open, fumbling for a familiar sense. She hadn’t actually gone that far when he slid into her thoughts, like the first sprinkles of a rainshower. Following that feeling, she tracked it to a bench, and came to a stop in front of Robert.

“Hi.”

He hadn’t been sitting long when Summer showed up before him. Oddly enough, he hadn’t remembered the ability she possessed, merely thinking that, perhaps, he picked a good spot to be seen. Either way, at least Robert hadn’t made her trek her way through the entire park.

He hoped.

“Nice to see you again Summer. Hopefully I didn’t make you go all over looking for me. Should have been a bit more specific in where I’d be waiting. Least you found me, and I wasn’t left hanging because of my own stupidity.” Rising from the bench, he put on a smile and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I assume we’ll be staying here to talk?”

She laughed. “I cheated.” It was so good to see him. Swinging off her bike, she hit the kickstand and took a step closer, angling for a hug. “We can stay here or go somewhere else. I don’t actually care.” She could feel the blood rising into her face. “I … I assumed you would want more privacy, but I guess this is — ” She looked around, half-checking for other people, but also avoiding his gaze. Avoiding what he might be able to see in hers.

Which was silly, since she’d already confessed, but even so. Part of her was utterly convinced he’d come here just to let her down gently, and after today she’d never … be able to be in his presence again. She didn’t want him to see that fear, or the aching hope that lived beneath it.

“Um, I don’t — I mean — I said all the things I needed to say already,” she said at last. “I’d just be repeating myself. Why don’t you go ahead and, and say what you came here to say, then?”

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“The word cross-breed works just as well when you think about it. I understand where they get the term from, but it seems more… degrading to them, than just simply calling them a cross-breed. Considering cross-breed could mean more than just two types of cat.” Instead of just looking at the phone screen, Robert took the phone right from Summer’s hands, looking at the picture more closely. “A lovely feline. Truthfully, I don’t care too much what breed I get, as long as they’re in need of help, a good home, and I know how to take care of that certain breed.”

“I’ve never had a purebred at all. I love my kitties for their sweet stinker hearts and personalities, and I just know too damn much about how some of the breeds get fixed. Just, like … you know, one of the up and coming cat breeds is the Munchkin, the ones with the dachshund leg mutation? And I can’t stand that, actually, because there’s health problems associated with it, but nobody seems to care, it’s all about how cute they are with their little short legs. Same like Persians, with the flat faces, and those poor kitties struggle with nasal problems, and it’s just wrong.” She spread her hands, looking down into the palms. “Almost all the cats I’ve ever had have been strays or adopted animal rescue kittens — in some cases literally. Doc and Kronos were born basically on my doorstep.”

It occurred to her that she was babbling again. “Sorry. Sorry. Sometimes I get carried away talking about my furry stinkers.”

“You probably know, but every cat breed comes with health problems. It’s detecting them and taking care of them in the right way that keeps the health problem from becoming just that—a problem.” If Robert was truthful, he was pretty sure his cats weren’t purebreds either, but it sure didn’t mean he loved them any less. And so far, both had no trace of a health issue, but, that could change, and he’d be sure to bring them to a vet immediately to help them get better again. “Some people don’t pay attention to the health problems of the breeds themselves, sticking with the cute looks. But, even breeds that are better off, than say the Persians and Munchkins, have health issues of their own. So no matter what breed you get, problems can come about.” 

A smile crept onto Robert’s face as Summer immediately apologized for her babbling. A shake of the head, and a larger smile was his reaction before opening his mouth. “Hey, it’s about cats. I’m good with that. In fact, I’ve been known to go on tangents about my own cats, that people have had to stop me.”

“I can’t imagine anyone would!” Summer laughed. She collected her phone back, glancing down at the screen. “Oh, shit, I didn’t realise it was that time. I can’t — I have to go. I didn’t mean to take up your time like this; I just wanted to give you the present.” Putting her hand over her heart, she gave Robert a little bow. “Happy birthday, Mr Downey.”