Breakfast of Champions [RP for lapsedsaint and <lj site="livejo

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte barely slept. Between the upcoming holiday, her discoveries about her family and Farah's impending visit, there was no way she could close her eyes. She sat up for hours just watching John sleep, petting one or the other kitten as they rotated in and out of the warmest spot between them.

Before even going to bed, she'd run out for the best pastries she could find as well as fresh sausage. She even bought fresh coffee even though they had excellent coffee in the apartment. When John woke, Charlotte had been up from the bed for almost two hours. She made a fruit compote, re-cleaned the kitchen and made sure all the Christmas lights were on.

She wasn't really sure why she was so frantic about it all. Farah was easily the sweetest woman Charlotte knew. John was certain to love her. How could you not? And John? He would smile and be gracious and Farah would blush. All would be well. And then, of course, the women would shop and all would be even better than well.

She paced the living room, waiting for John to wake, randomly abusing kittens as she went. As she wandered, it occurred to her that she had no idea if Farah would arrive right into the living room or outside the apartment door.

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[lapsedsaint]

He knew they were having a guest, but he had no desire to get up. So it wasn't until Al appeared on his back, claws out, as he was escaping Charlie, that he woke up.

And that waking was with a rough yelp of pain. Al had enough sense to leave before he was a kitten Popsicle and John dragged himself from bed.

A shower and dressing made him feel better, then he was joining Charlie in the living room. 'Stop pacing. You're making me edgy."

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte stopped for a moment, leaning against the back of the couch to look him over to see how he looked. "I can't help it. I would do laps, but this place is too small. All that's left is pacing."

She put a hand out to him. "Give me something better to do?"

[lapsedsaint]

He took her hand and pulled her around to sit on his lap. Once she was down, he started kissing her neck as his arms tightened around her. "How about this? Distracting enough?"

[no-rainbows.livejournal.com]

Farah was nervous despite Grady helping her to relax when he woke her up two hours before she had to go to Char's, just like they had agreed. She was sure John was going to hate her, he sounded so subdued and....proper. She just wasn't really. Hello, she was an eighteen and pregnant by a man twice her age. Not that it should matter but also her personality was fairly hyper at the best of times. She would have to watch what she said and just...well everything.

She was sure Grady laughed at her when she chose a pair of new black slacks and then a very nice, plain plum colored babydoll top. It was a little plain for her but she wanted to make a good first impression.

Appearing outside of Char's place, she looked around before combing her fingers through her hair quickly to make sure it wasn't mussed. Clearing her throat, she knocks lightly and waits.

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte happily bent her neck so he could molest her. It did wonders for her nerves, replacing them with a warm glow low in her belly. Maybe she would be the one with the dazed expression.

She'd just settled in his lap, ready to stay there for a long while, Farah knocked and Charlotte jumped. "She's here!" She kissed John hard and clambered out of his lap to go get the door, sending the kittens scattering. She swung the door open, grinning broadly.

[lapsedsaint]

John was rather enjoying her when she jumped out of his lap. He frowned, but stood and moved to wait behind her. He had heard plenty about Farah and he was interested in meeting her, finally.

[no-rainbows.livejournal.com]

Don't giggle or smile too big. Don't giggle. Don't giggle.

Even as she chanted it in her head, she found herself smiling widely as the door swung open and at the smile on Char's face, she giggled. Then she quickly coughed, "Hey." Stepping forward, she hugged Char.

"I'm not late, am I?" She looks at a watch on her wrist as she steps back before glancing up, noticing John. "Hi, I'm Farah." She smiles warmly at him, offering a hand.

[aesthetic_mojo]

"I knew you wouldn't get lost and you aren't late at all." Charlotte wrapped her arms around Farah and gave her a firm hug. She released her and went to stand with John, trying not to beam proudly. She managed about as well as Farah did with the giggling. "Farah, please meet John Everton. My fiance."

[lapsedsaint]

John smiled and reached out to shake Farah's hand. "Nice to finally meet you. Charlie goes on and on about you and it's nice to have a face to go with the name."

[no-rainbows.livejournal.com]

"Well, she goes on and on about you, so I can say the same about it being nice to have a face with the name finally." She shakes his hand before letting go, dropping her hand back to her side before looking at Char, "So breakfast first and then shopping?"

A quick smile at John, "I imagine you're going to avoid the shopping, right?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

"We have enough breakfast we could feed half the city." Charlotte shrugged. "I went a little nuts, but at least we know Morsel will be happy." She ushered Farah all the way into the apartment and waved for John to get her settled. "I'll have things on the table in a sec. Farah, coffee or juice?"

[lapsedsaint]

"Shopping? No. I will not be going. The monsters and I will be sleeping and watching bad tv." He stepped back and gave the ladies room to come all the way in. There was no sense in everyone hovering around the front door.

"You two sit. I'll get it."

[no-rainbows.livejournal.com]

She laughs softly, "I'm sure she will be." Farah hadn't been eating as much as she should normally, but she couldn't help it since everything tasted like cardboard to her lately. Following them into the house, she smiles as she moves to take a seat at the table.

"Juice is fine for me, I can't drink coffee that much anymore, at least not right away." She sighs a little bit, "I get way too jittery."

[no-rainbows.livejournal.com]

Farah just stares at Char for a second, "Uh, because it is?" She offers before chuckling just a little. It was weird to think of it that way, that they were being...domestic. Watching them kiss, she smiled a little as John blushed which she thought was very sweet. She had never seen Grady blush and she didn't think she ever would.

Looking at Char, she nods, "Well, that sounds fun. Scaring the driver but yeah, we will have fun." She needed it.

"When should we head out?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte looked at the table where their barely touched food was. "I say I go call the car service, tell them to come on over, and we can keep picking at this until he gets here." She grinned at John. "And John can entertain you with stories of how nuts I am to live with."

[lapsedsaint]

John stood, the kittens both disappearing and reappearing on the couch. He went into the kitchen and got more coffee for himself, then brought the pot to refill Charlie's cup. He squeezed her shoulder before heading back.

He returned with a phone for Charlie and sat back down. "I'm not a story teller. Not really."

[no-rainbows.livejournal.com]

Farah really did try to remind herself that she needed to eat more but maybe it was just being used to not eating in the morning because of the months of morning sickness. Nodding her head, she smiles, "Okay."

Then she is tempted with stories of how Char is nuts to live with, "You don't need to be a good storyteller to tell me something good." She looked at John, chuckling.

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte took the phone and pushed her chair back a little, just enough to be out of the conversation without leaving them, and dialed the number from memory. She sipped her coffee while she made the arrangements and watched the others. She knew what story made him craziest, she thought, but didn't think he'd ever tell that.

[lapsedsaint]

With Charlie on the phone, John was left to entertain their guest. This was not something he was even remotely good at. He stared at her for a few moments, then licked his lips.

"Has she ever told you how much she hated me when we first met?" He glanced over at Charlie and smirked. This would teach her to put him on the spot.

[no-rainbows.livejournal.com]

Farah looked at John and smiled, not about to tell him that she did know and that she knew when Char started to not hate him so much. Instead she shakes her head, "Not really, no." She shifts her weight, picking at the food a little because she knew she should have something in her stomach besides her baby.

"Was it very bad?" She arches a brow with an impish smile, glancing sideways at her friend before looking back at John.

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte turned a little toward the phone, letting her hair hide the tiny little smile from John. Of course that was no real surprise to Farah, but Charlotte was dying to hear how John described those early days when they sparred like bantams at each other. All over the safety of a young woman neither of them ever spoke about anymore. That killed her smile.

She snapped her phone shut and tucked it into her pocket, keeping her head down a little while John answered.

[lapsedsaint]

He couldn't help but smirk. "It was horrible. She was a bitch and I was a condescending bastard. I'm surprised we didn't kill each other." He glanced at Charlie and smiled. "But, we've seen each other at our most stubborn and she still seduced me."

[no-rainbows.livejournal.com]

Farah laughs softly at the descriptions that he uses and she nods her head, "Seems once she sets her mind to something, it's pretty hard to deter her. Usually best not to or maybe that's just my experience." She sips her juice and then wrinkles her nose a bit before putting the glass down.

"So she changed your mind eventually...we hope." Another quick smile.

[aesthetic_mojo]

"I would argue the word condescending. I would go with sanctimonious." She laughed. "Bitch, on the other hand, works just fine." She reached over and touched John's cheek, shaking her head. "I don't know about seduction, either. I seem to remember just moving closer and closer, then somehow I was in your lap."

She looked back at Farah. "We have a slight difference of opinion about who seduced who."

[lapsedsaint]

He leaned against her touch a moment, then grinned at Farah. "I did not do any seducing. I am a good Catholic boy. She sat herself down in my lap and managed to get me out of my clothes. It was all her. I was a victim."