In the moments following the end of their shower romp, Trevor had spent his time laying next to Sienna in her bed, holding her close and simply relaxing, enjoying the moment. He knew eventually it would end naturally or because he said or did something to kill the moment. To be honest, the man was halfway to dreamland at the moment, too relaxed to bother letting his mind wander on the worries that had come to mind only an hour or so earlier on their way back to the stable. None of that mattered now. He was happy, content, and completely satisfied. He didn't want to let stupid wonders, questions, or desires to get in the way right now. The time for that would be later when he decided whether or not to take the direct approach.
Regardless, Trevor found that looming question roaring in his ears the longer the once-comfortable silence continued, and he resituated himself so he could look at Sienna while still holding her. "So, now what?" he asked, almost instantaneously regretting it. That probably wasn't the best way to deliver or phrase the question that had been bothering him. Sienna would probably feel like it had come from nowhere out in left field. But it was out now. He had to resist the urge to cringe or show any second guessing of his own question. It was out now, and it was up to her how she chose to respond.
Sienna couldn't remember how long it had been since she had been as happy as she was laying in Trevor's arms now. Cuddled up against him, a contented smile on her face, the brunette dozed on and off, satisfied and happy. When Trevor moved and jostled her, she figured the moment was over and he would get up and leave, so when he simply rolled to face her, she was more than a little surprised. As he posed the 'big question' that had been looming over their shared moment, Sienna merely smiled and kissed him lightly again. "You always have to go right to the point, don't you, Trevie?" she chuckled.
It was a perfectly valid question though. Those two little words summed up the situation pretty well. As far as the former slave was concerned, the ball was in his court, so to speak. Sienna was more than willing to just let things lie and go on as they always had if that's what Trevor wanted. If he wanted more... well, she hadn't ever really thought that was an option. She was a half-blooded black-sheep in a prominent pureblooded family who was charged and enslaved for conspiring against him; it wouldn't look very good for Trevor if he brought her openly into his life, no matter how much he or Sienna wanted it to happen. But if that's what he wanted....then who was she to deny him something that would make both of them happy? Sighing, the content brunette yawned delicately and said with a smirk, "I'd say the ball is in your court, Trevie, as frustrating as that will be for you. You're the one an affair with a half-blood former slave would hurt, not me..."
Post by Trevor Williams on Sept 30, 2010 15:21:27 GMT -8
Trevor wanted to groan in frustration when Sienna stated the ball was in his court. She was right that the publicity of an affair with her would definitely hurt him worse than her, but still, was she really that dense? Maybe he wanted more than that. Was it really not obvious at all? "That's not what I meant, Sienna," he told her with a slight shake of his head. He was quiet for a moment and pursed his lips as though about to speak for a moment before he actually did. "I don't want an affair. I want a little more than that." Alright, perhaps technically it was a lot more, but whatever. "I want this to be legit, not just a sometimes, on and off again thing."
There, now the ball was back in her court, and hopefully this time it was clear enough that she got what he meant. Having to explain more would leave him feeling far more uncertain about all of this than he already was. After all, he was putting himself out on the line, and if she seemed dumbfounded or flustered about it, then......well, he would likely be quick to take that as rejection, not surprise. Way to go. Should have waited 'til you were getting ready to leave to even bring this up, he thought to himself, mentally facepalming, but he kept his eyes on hers, looking for any hint as to what she was thinking.
"I want this to be legit, not just a sometimes, on and off again thing."
Hearing his confession, the first thought to cross her mind was 'ummm...excuse me?' This just couldn't be happening! It just wasn't possible. As much as she was trying to conceal her surprise and utter shock, Sienna knew Trevor could probably see just how much she was reeling from his revelation. True, he hadn't exactly said he wanted to be with her, but what else could he possibly mean? How could she possibly construe 'I want this to be legit' as anything other than a real relationship?
But, if she really thought about it, this wasn't a complete surprise... or unrequited, she realized. Trevor was sweet, passionate, and intriguing, and she cared about him probably more than anyone else in her life. Before now, she hadn't really thought about the possibility of their friendship becoming more. Trevor had Morgana, whether they were truly right for each other or not, and Sienna was his friend and his assistant. Yeah, they flirted with each other sometimes, but that didn't mean Sienna had really thought there was anything behind it! Having never really given the possible situation much credibility before, the brunette really wasn't sure how she really felt.
Shaking her head slightly, Sienna stammered, "I'm... not as blind-sided as I first thought..." Biting her lip slightly, the slightly confused brunette met Trevor's gaze with her own, smiling a little. "I guess I did sort of suspect this... kind of... And, I have to say, despite all the potential problems... I'm not at all opposed to the idea..."
Post by Trevor Williams on Oct 16, 2010 20:06:55 GMT -8
Trevor dared to breathe for the first time once Sienna finally spoke. His blood was coursing so quickly through his veins he could hear it marching in his ears. But relief set in just as quickly. She wasn't opposed to the idea. She wasn't rejecting him as he had initially feared. Still, this put him in a position. No woman would sit around and wait (well, unless her name was Morgana and you promised her the world, but that was a different matter entirely) for him to break up with his current girlfriend for long. He had to be honest with Morgana as soon as humanly possible, to break the news as gently as possible. Otherwise, he was sure Sienna would doubt his sincerity.
But none of that mattered right this moment. He was in bed with Sienna, focusing on her. What he had to talk with Morgana about later was the least of his worries. Suddenly he'd gone from having to worry about how to get his way with Sienna to having to worry about wooing her. Sure, he had her declaration she wasn't opposed to the idea, but that was only half the battle, and he knew it. After all, he wasn't born yesterday.
The corners of Trevor's lips tugged into a smile, bringing his hand to the base of her neck/side of her face as he moved his own face closer to hers to give her a brief yet lingering kiss. His face remained mere inches from hers as he told her, "You have no idea how relieved I am right now," before giving her another kiss. "No idea," he repeated, his eyes on hers as his hand caressed her face before resting it on the bed between them. This day was definitely starting to look up.
Sienna couldn't help but return his infectious smile. "Oh I think it's pretty obvious how happy you are, Trevie," she quipped playfully. "And once the surprise wears off, I might just be that happy too," Sienna added with a smirk. As much as is revelation was coming out of left field, it had truly made the brunette happy. Trevor was always happy and smiling when they were together, and as his friend, that was the greatest thing to her. She knew there were going to be things they would have to work out (like the fact that he technically had a girlfriend already...), but for now, knowing that someone truly cared about her was enough.
After a few minutes of contented silence, Sienna abruptly propped herself up on her elbow and said, her inquisitive mind getting the better of her, "Now don't get upset with me here, dear, but what are you going to do about your girlfriend? I know you said you want this to be 'legit' but what exactly does that mean? I wouldn't throw a fit about being the 'other woman', at least for a reasonable amount of time anyway, but you're not really the type to lead someone on like that," she said, pausing barely long enough to breathe before another thought struck her and she rambled on. "And what about the publicity? You can't just announce to everyone that you're leaving a pretty pureblood witch for a half-blood former slave who also happens to be your personal assistant. I don't care how much control you have over the press, there isn't an article you could write that could make that sound like a sane idea, Trevie. And how are we going to explain it to the girls? I mean, I never had much hope for Layla liking me, but, as much as Katya likes me, she's at least grateful to Morgana for the advice she's provided. I mean, it's not going to be a devastating blow for Katya, but it might upset her a bit. And yes, I realize I'm rambling darling, but you threw me for a loop here, Trevie; gimme a break," she finished all at once, finally giving him a chance to reply.
Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 9, 2010 23:58:32 GMT -8
Trevor knew he had been a fool to hope the blissful silence could continue, but really, had it been too much to hope for at least a few hours just enjoying this new found realization? Of course it was. It always was. But he wasn't foolish enough to believe they couldn't return to that. First, he had to calm her fears and concerns. Then, he could worry about getting relaxed again. After all, he wanted her happy, and he knew that wasn't going to happen if he didn't answer the questions right away. She'd get angry or upset, and that was the last thing he wanted right now.
Trevor inhaled, opening his mouth to speak after her question regarding Morgana. However, he didn't have time to get out anything but the pronoun I before Sienna plunged on with questions voicing concerns anyone would have in her situation: publicity, his kids.... Trevor sighed. This was not quite how he had imagined this moment, but then again, he had never imagined this moment would happen now, today. He'd figured it would happen sometime in the future when Morgana was out of the picture long enough for him to feel comfortable with the idea, but fact was, it had happened now in some flurry of events he was hard-pressed to really care to remember. All that mattered was it had happened, and he had to deal with what came from it. At this point, what had come from it was questions, so questions he would deal with.
Taking a deep breath and quickly releasing it, Trevor turned his eyes back to Sienna. "Morgana will be taken care of. I think you've known for a long time that it wasn't going to work out between her and me. I'll think about what we talked about earlier, figure out which way is best to deal with it, and take it from there. Maybe she'll be out of the picture as soon as tonight. I don't know."
He paused a moment to transition to her next question (and remember what it had been, for that matter) before continuing. "As for publicity? Who the hell cares? People will have their opinions about things no matter what. I don't care what they think so long as we're happy, you and I." He sighed, shaking his head. "What does blood status matter anyway? At least when you're at least half-blood. You're not muggle-born or anything that would be hypocritical. True, all my children have been born to pureblood mothers, but have I ever made the comment I don't approve of being with anything less? No. You have papers, documentation, and you have a public pardon. And who says we have to come out to the open with it right away? We can give it time so it seems less like I only pardoned you because of some sordid affair we both know we didn't have. Besides, that'd probably be the best way to handle it for your sake, considering Morgana can be unpredictable at best.
"And the children?" He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Layla will love you. She's just...fickle. She'll come around eventually. She loved Evie, loved Morgana. I'm sure she loves you or will as soon as she sees just how happy you make me. As for K--," he paused to clear his throat, "Katya, I'm sure she'll be fine. Sure, Morgana has been a great help to her, but I don't know how she cares for Morgana beyond seeing her as a mentor. Even if she views her as a friend, there's no reason why I would have to prevent her from seeing her. Just keep a close eye in case Morgana tries to feed her some balderdash."
There. He was pretty sure that was all he needed to say. Finished, he kept his eyes on her, hoping she didn't have something to say against what he had said or some flaw to point out.
Sienna listened as Trevor addressed her concerns. To her at least, it seemed like he was annoyed by the questions, but they were all valid points that needed to be addressed, so he could suck it up as far as she was concerned. When he finished, Sienna leaned in and kissed him before laying down again, snuggling up to him contentedly. "OK," she said simply, and she meant it. Obviously he had thought about this a bit more than she had given him credit for, and as long as he believed this was going to work, she would too.
She decided to let the Morgana issue drop, and let Trevor take care of it, for now at least. She trusted him to take care of letting her down (gently or not didn't matter to her, so long as it was done) like he said he would, and if he still hadn't done it a month or so down the road, then she would address it again. As for the publicity, she still wasn't convinced they could get away with it, but, again, she would trust him. Even though she had been pardoned and was a respectable half-blood, there was still the very real chance that the media would call Trevor a hypocrite (and worse) for dating her. And the kids? Well, she already got along swimmingly with Katya, and Layla... at least wasn't outright rotten to her. Perhaps Trevor was right; maybe the little girl would come around. Smiling up at Trevor, Sienna chuckled and said, "You know, for a woman who doesn't trust anyone, you certainly make a habit out of making me trust you, Trevie..."
Post by Trevor Williams on Dec 2, 2010 22:24:49 GMT -8
"Ok"? That was all she was going to say after all the questions? Well, he certainly wasn't going to complain that she was letting him off so easily. He certainly wasn't going to complain that she didn't shower him with more questions to answer. He certainly wasn't going to complain that she wasn't going to test him or something. "Ok" was adequate enough for him. Satisfied with her response, Trevor laid back down on his back, resting his head on his hands, which were clasped behind it on the pillow, and closed his eyes. This was nice. Morgana would have given him more of a hassle or tears would have been involved. He knew there was a reason why he liked Sienna.
When she spoke again, he looked over at her, smirking. "My parents always said I'd be quite the charmer," he replied, halfway joking. It was good to know he had her trust at least. Further confirmation in his mind that he didn't have to worry about any games being played. He just had to live up to what he'd said he'd do in a reasonable amount of time, and things could continue to go on as smoothly as it seemed it could. This was the life.
Sienna chuckled, partially at his remark and partially at the look of mild surprise on his face. "You seem slightly shocked, darling. Expecting me to make a scene or something, were you?" she chuckled again. Trevor seemed (at least to her mind) surprised that she hadn't said much his answer to her passel of questions, but as far as she was concerned there was nothing much else left to say on the subject. She trusted him to do as he promised in a reasonable amount of time, so there really wasn't much else she wanted to say on the subject. It's not like she was going to lay here and give him the third degree, or ask him to do something to prove he was sincere about this, or some nonsense like that. Seriously, what kind of woman did that? And what kind of crazy would that make her if she thought about doing something idiotic like that?
Pausing a moment to let him answer her question, Sienna added thoughtfully, "You know, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about for a few weeks now, Trevie; I just haven't had the opportunity to do it. And now that you're a captive audience, I suppose now is as good a chance as any." Brushing her hair away from her face, the brunette cleared her throat lightly and continued. "I'm rather concerned that neither of us have heard from Callid in the last few months. The letters I send him usually go without a response, and the responses I do get are barely responses at all. A few sentences, some hatred for you, and a promise that 'the time will soon come'... It bothers me that he seems to be withdrawing."
Post by Trevor Williams on Dec 9, 2010 12:48:18 GMT -8
"You seem slightly shocked, darling. Expecting me to make a scene or something, were you?"
Trevor chuckled a little with her. "I was hoping you wouldn't," he replied. It was the truth, though yes, he had been expecting a scene. Considering how he was certain Morgana would have been in this situation.... Then again, Morgana would have never gone to bed with him either in this situation. She would have just put forth ultimatums he had to meet before he could get what he wanted. Clearly, Sienna wasn't Morgana, so it had been silly of him to expect a scene of some sort from her, but it was still hard to imagine.
And then she continued onto the topic of none other than their common enemy, Callid Warren. Just who he wanted to think and talk about when he had a naked woman in bed with him--not. This was office talk, wasn't it? But whatever. His mind was on that now, and it was a real mood killer. Great.
"Yeah, it bothers me, too," he replied, not sure what else to really say that both of them weren't obviously thinking. "It can only mean one thing: he's up to no good." Unless she had something to contribute, he really saw no point to this conversation. They were of like mind on the Warren topic. He was bad news, a problem to be watched, and it was disconcerting whenever he went silent, and now that she said he was hardly even responding to her letters, he couldn't help but wonder what exactly the man had up his sleeve. "Perhaps you should go see him...tomorrow. Send an owl into my office, 'sick.' See if you can probe him for answers. Take the rest of the day off. I'll meet you in a few days to discuss it...."
Sienna fidgeted uncomfortably as Trevor answered her about Callid. If she wasn't mistaken he seemed a little annoyed she had even mentioned the little weasel, which she supposed was understandable. This afternoon was supposed to be about the two of them after all, and talking about their enemy was definitely 'shop-talk'. But it was a valid point... the man was probably so quiet lately because of a plan he was concocting, and as both Trevor's friend and personal assistant it was her responsibility to keep up on the important issues... With a sigh, Sienna sat up and leaned back against the headboard, completely unconcerned with the view she was providing. "I'll send him an owl tonight asking if we can meet. I'm worried about him, I guess I'll say. It seems like he doesn't trust me anymore, which I'm sure he doesn't," the brunette added sardonically. "I can't guarantee he'll tell me anything, or even if he'll agree to see me, but I'll get what I can."
At the look on his face, Sienna sighed again and slumped pathetically. Lame, was the word that came to mind to describe herself at the moment. "Look, Trevor... I know this isn't what you want to talk about right now... I just," she paused, obviously flustered. With an exasperated sigh, she continued on. "I'm just no good at this cuddly, pillow-talk thing... I can't even remember the last time my partner stayed after sex, if ever. I've never had to learn how to do real, non-spying pillow-talk," she smirked sheepishly. "I'm just awkward and absolutely terrible at caring about what to do after I get what I want. I'm a terrible girlfriend," Sienna laughed self-deprecatingly, her expression both amusing and adorably pathetic.
Post by Trevor Williams on Dec 12, 2010 15:01:11 GMT -8
"All I can ask for," Trevor replied with a small smile, glancing back down at the view she was providing him before back to her face, which he'd miraculously managed to keep looking at before when she'd spoken despite the overwhelming urge to stare. He grinned almost boyishly at her, laughing on the inside, when she began speaking sheepishly to explain away her prior failure at "pillow talk." As she laughed, he dared to laugh a little at her, though he was careful not to overdo it. "You're not terrible," he assured her. "You're perfect." He paused, pushing himself up a little so he was resting against the headboard as well and didn't have to stare up at her. "Anyway, who said anything about 'pillow talk'?" he asked while raising a brow once he was settled. He gave her a kiss. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that's a book--one I'd rather not read. I like to think I'm well-versed enough in its topic that any effort on my part to read it is a waste of my time." He smirked and winked.
He'd never been much of a fan of pillow talk himself. He'd rather keep busy or sleep. Talk was for other times. It had driven him crazy whenever a woman he was with insisted on cuddling and talking--except for one woman, but that woman was long dead and with her any real desire to lay there and talk. Every relationship since then hadn't ever reached that point of complete comfortableness with the woman, considering being completely emotionally open and honest wasn't a trait a Death Eater considered safe to have. Emotional honesty was a weakness, and getting past that now-ingrained notion was something Trevor struggled with.
Did it make her a bad person that when Trevor said she was perfect, her first reaction was to roll her eyes and say "Uh-huh. Sure I am" ? It's not like you could really blame her though. Between Voldemort's lessons of not trusting anyone and not getting attached, and the stellar example of untrustworthy-ness her family had been to her, it was no wonder the woman struggled with Trevor's affection now. It's not that she particularly distrusted Trevor, if she were to say she trusted anyone it would be him, but she had never really trusted anyone before. Apparently, it was easier to break through the training against getting attached to someone than it was to learn to trust that person.
Sienna rolled her eyes and laughed at Trevor's comment about pillow-talk, smacking him playfully. "You're such a dork, Trevie," she chuckled, kissing him briefly. "But you do know how to make me smile." She was about to say something else when she heard a persistant tapping at the window across the room. Sitting up and half-laying across Trevor to see the window, she saw a large barn owl with a letter in its beak. "Who the hell...?" she muttered, climbing off the bed and padding over to the window. After taking the letter and patting the owl's head, Sienna tore the seal off and glanced down at the signature to see who it was from. "That cretinous old bastard!" she cried, throwing the letter onto the bedside table. "When will he give up and leave me the hell alone?!" the fiery brunette growled in frustration. So much for a nice relaxing afternoon, she thought, stomping to the bathroom for a glass of water, bringing another back for Trevor in case he wanted one.
Post by Trevor Williams on Dec 25, 2010 5:58:37 GMT -8
"A dork?! Do I look like a whale...'appendage' to you?" Trevor teased, raising a brow. "Or am I to take that as a complement for...well...?" He gestured his nether regions with his hands, giving a smart alecy grin. Yes, he was trying to make her laugh. A smile wasn't enough. He loved hearing her laugh. However, at just that moment a tapping sound was made, and Sienna rose from the bed (He dared a generous gaze at her backside) to go see why there was an owl at her window--well, more like who was responsible for the owl's presence. After all, an owl at one's window could only mean one thing, so...he was going to stop now.
His mind was forced to go from its usual track to another (though it could be argued this track was related to the other) when Sienna let out an exclamation of, "That cretinous old bastard! When will he give up and leave me the hell alone?!" Ok, now he'd gone from perfectly lighthearted and happy for once in what seemed like forever to confused and a little protective. "Who's the 'cretinous old bastard'?" he asked as casually as possible, taking the water from her with a thank you when she returned. In all his experience with women, he had learned asking such questions would lead to a rant that revealed a hell of a lot more than what he had sought with the question itself, but...if she needed to vent, she needed to vent.
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