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thepainted_ladyLydia hated the dogs. It was a visceral sort of reaction, and took her by surprise, given she'd always liked animals before. Or maybe she just disliked their owners that intensely. She tried to push that aside, though. She knew enough of what Sandra's life must have been, given the lies Noah lived within, to surely not begrudge the woman her joy in a dog. Except for the fact that she had children and Lyle, at least, seemed like he could have benefited from a great deal more attention.
Not that she was someone to give mothering advice, she supposed, but she hadn't chosen a dog over Amanda.
The children she was ruminating over had escaped the tension filled room, off to a movie, and Lydia wished, desperately, she'd gone with them rather than playing adult with the grown ups. She wasn't going to contemplate that she was closer to the ages of those who'd fled than those she was sitting with, making strained conversation, but as Doug cooed something else to his little Princess -- for fuck's sake, it was a dog -- Lydia closed her eyes briefly and prayed for strength to anyone or anything listening. She'd taken a serial killer to bed and stroked the ego of a megalomaniac for years. She could deal with dog-obsessed non-specials.
Maybe.
"So, you were part of that carnival where Claire..." Sandra didn't seem quite able to say aloud what her daughter had done, the world she'd thrust them all into.
"Yes," Lydia said, pasting a smile on her face as if the question hadn't been asked several times.
"And what did you do there?"
"I've always thought it must be very exciting, working and living as a carnie," Doug said brightly. "The lure of the open road and all...."
Lydia flashed him a strained smile, then refocused on Sandra. "I was the target girl for my friend's knife act for a while, then..." She waved a hand down at herself, the tattoos peeking out from the sweater she'd shrugged on over the sundress she'd otherwise been wearing. "The painted lady."
"And what did that entail." Sandra's smile held an edge that suggested she had some ideas, and Lydia smiled sharply back.
"I showed people the things they needed to see."
"Oh! Like a fortune teller!" Doug interjected, not even realizing he was being glared at by both women.
"Something like that," Lydia said, eager to let it go, to not dwell on the pang of loss she still felt for her old life.
"And now you're here."
Sandra had been digging all day, while the children opened their presents, even, and through dinner, about Lydia and Noah's relationship. Remarks about Lauren, about Thanksgiving, about Lydia's age, about Amanda's age, little looks that suggested Lydia was not at all the influence she'd like to have around Claire. The truth was Noah was being nice when she had nowhere to go, and Lydia and Amanda were sharing the guestroom, but Lydia was about fed up.
"Why don't I freshen everyone's coffee?" It let her get up, move to the kitchen. In there, she stripped off the sweater and kicked off her shoes, ignoring the chill of the floor and came back in with a tray with the cups all freshened. She gave Sandra her coffee, then leaned over to give Doug his, tattoos and far more easily seen underneath the slip of material that made up her dress.
With a smile, she brought Noah his coffee and settled on his lap after he'd taken it. His startled glance was something clearly to be ignored as her fingers slid into his hair, stroking down the back of his neck.
"Lydia..."
She laughed, ignoring Sandra and Doug for a moment and pointed up. "I didn't even notice you were sitting under the mistletoe, baby..." Claire and Amanda had hung it the night before, and so far everyone had avoided it, but, well. It served her purposes. She leaned in and kissed him, a little breathless already just from her own daring at how many lines she was crossing. There wasn't upset she sensed from him, though. Surprise, yes, as their lips met, a little embarrassment, maybe, but amusement, too. He knew what she was doing, and maybe, just maybe, he was okay with it--no man wanted to spend the holidays with his ex-wife's new boyfriend being rubbed in his face, and this made two in the last month he'd suffered through.
There was a little bit of a gasp from across the room when she deepened the kiss instead of just the requisite brush of lips, but Lydia didn't much care. Her fingers slipped under Noah's collar, stroking over his skin with a knowing touch, nevermind it was her first time touching more than his hand. Her lips parted his, tongue teasing and tangling with his and she gave a suppressed, pleased sound when she felt him kissing her back, the tightening of fingers on her hip, one hand sliding into her hair.
She finally pulled back, a little dazed from the surge of desire she'd felt well up between the, and saw an answering gleam in his eye. Her fingertips lifted to trace over his lips with something like wonder, their guests completely forgotten until one of the damn dogs--Sandra's, she thought, and hell if Lydia could remember what the damn thing's name was--started yapping. That pulled her back to reality sharply, and she slid a glance toward the stunned faces across from them. Noah cleared his throat, embarrassment and smugness warring a bit, but Lydia didn't move.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to get so....carried away." She held Sandra's gaze, no apology at all in her brown eyes. "You know how it is, I'm sure..."
Silence reigned for a few moments and then the other woman nodded briefly, forcing a smile. "Yes, of course. Doug, maybe we should be going...Claire can bring Lyle home after the movie gets out..."
The leavetaking was a little awkward, but Lydia kept her fingers somewhere close to Noah's skin the whole time until the couple and their damn dogs were gone. Only then did she slide away, giving him a slightly nervous look.
"That...wasn't really polite of me, was it?"
"Not really, no."
"Or...at all appropriate..."
"To kiss me for the first time in front of my ex-wife and her boyfriend? Miss Manners would probably frown," Noah agreed.
"I just couldn't take the dogs anymore," Lydia explained, though it had far more been Sandra's attitude that drove her to action.
"They are really a trying thing to bear," he said solemnly, still watching her with a wary amusement, like she was some sort of wild animal who might turn on him at any moment.
Lydia wasn't quite sure how to fix that, so she did what she knew to do, stepping back into his immediate vicinity, fingers slipping over his chest, eyes following her fingertips. "The kids won't be back for another couple of hours, probably...."
His hand wrapped around hers, catching her fingers before bringing them to rest against his heart. "You don't have to..."
"I want to," she said, looking up at him with a tilt of her head. "If you...want..." She'd felt that tendril of desire arcing between them, but she didn't want to assume anything.
Noah smirked. "Our children are at the movies. You've run off my ex-wife. The dishes can wait...I think we should continue with the inappropriate behavior indefinitely..."
Lydia grinned, and spun under his arm, tugging him toward his bedroom. "Let's see how many ways we can be inappropriate before the kids get home."
Not that she was someone to give mothering advice, she supposed, but she hadn't chosen a dog over Amanda.
The children she was ruminating over had escaped the tension filled room, off to a movie, and Lydia wished, desperately, she'd gone with them rather than playing adult with the grown ups. She wasn't going to contemplate that she was closer to the ages of those who'd fled than those she was sitting with, making strained conversation, but as Doug cooed something else to his little Princess -- for fuck's sake, it was a dog -- Lydia closed her eyes briefly and prayed for strength to anyone or anything listening. She'd taken a serial killer to bed and stroked the ego of a megalomaniac for years. She could deal with dog-obsessed non-specials.
Maybe.
"So, you were part of that carnival where Claire..." Sandra didn't seem quite able to say aloud what her daughter had done, the world she'd thrust them all into.
"Yes," Lydia said, pasting a smile on her face as if the question hadn't been asked several times.
"And what did you do there?"
"I've always thought it must be very exciting, working and living as a carnie," Doug said brightly. "The lure of the open road and all...."
Lydia flashed him a strained smile, then refocused on Sandra. "I was the target girl for my friend's knife act for a while, then..." She waved a hand down at herself, the tattoos peeking out from the sweater she'd shrugged on over the sundress she'd otherwise been wearing. "The painted lady."
"And what did that entail." Sandra's smile held an edge that suggested she had some ideas, and Lydia smiled sharply back.
"I showed people the things they needed to see."
"Oh! Like a fortune teller!" Doug interjected, not even realizing he was being glared at by both women.
"Something like that," Lydia said, eager to let it go, to not dwell on the pang of loss she still felt for her old life.
"And now you're here."
Sandra had been digging all day, while the children opened their presents, even, and through dinner, about Lydia and Noah's relationship. Remarks about Lauren, about Thanksgiving, about Lydia's age, about Amanda's age, little looks that suggested Lydia was not at all the influence she'd like to have around Claire. The truth was Noah was being nice when she had nowhere to go, and Lydia and Amanda were sharing the guestroom, but Lydia was about fed up.
"Why don't I freshen everyone's coffee?" It let her get up, move to the kitchen. In there, she stripped off the sweater and kicked off her shoes, ignoring the chill of the floor and came back in with a tray with the cups all freshened. She gave Sandra her coffee, then leaned over to give Doug his, tattoos and far more easily seen underneath the slip of material that made up her dress.
With a smile, she brought Noah his coffee and settled on his lap after he'd taken it. His startled glance was something clearly to be ignored as her fingers slid into his hair, stroking down the back of his neck.
"Lydia..."
She laughed, ignoring Sandra and Doug for a moment and pointed up. "I didn't even notice you were sitting under the mistletoe, baby..." Claire and Amanda had hung it the night before, and so far everyone had avoided it, but, well. It served her purposes. She leaned in and kissed him, a little breathless already just from her own daring at how many lines she was crossing. There wasn't upset she sensed from him, though. Surprise, yes, as their lips met, a little embarrassment, maybe, but amusement, too. He knew what she was doing, and maybe, just maybe, he was okay with it--no man wanted to spend the holidays with his ex-wife's new boyfriend being rubbed in his face, and this made two in the last month he'd suffered through.
There was a little bit of a gasp from across the room when she deepened the kiss instead of just the requisite brush of lips, but Lydia didn't much care. Her fingers slipped under Noah's collar, stroking over his skin with a knowing touch, nevermind it was her first time touching more than his hand. Her lips parted his, tongue teasing and tangling with his and she gave a suppressed, pleased sound when she felt him kissing her back, the tightening of fingers on her hip, one hand sliding into her hair.
She finally pulled back, a little dazed from the surge of desire she'd felt well up between the, and saw an answering gleam in his eye. Her fingertips lifted to trace over his lips with something like wonder, their guests completely forgotten until one of the damn dogs--Sandra's, she thought, and hell if Lydia could remember what the damn thing's name was--started yapping. That pulled her back to reality sharply, and she slid a glance toward the stunned faces across from them. Noah cleared his throat, embarrassment and smugness warring a bit, but Lydia didn't move.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to get so....carried away." She held Sandra's gaze, no apology at all in her brown eyes. "You know how it is, I'm sure..."
Silence reigned for a few moments and then the other woman nodded briefly, forcing a smile. "Yes, of course. Doug, maybe we should be going...Claire can bring Lyle home after the movie gets out..."
The leavetaking was a little awkward, but Lydia kept her fingers somewhere close to Noah's skin the whole time until the couple and their damn dogs were gone. Only then did she slide away, giving him a slightly nervous look.
"That...wasn't really polite of me, was it?"
"Not really, no."
"Or...at all appropriate..."
"To kiss me for the first time in front of my ex-wife and her boyfriend? Miss Manners would probably frown," Noah agreed.
"I just couldn't take the dogs anymore," Lydia explained, though it had far more been Sandra's attitude that drove her to action.
"They are really a trying thing to bear," he said solemnly, still watching her with a wary amusement, like she was some sort of wild animal who might turn on him at any moment.
Lydia wasn't quite sure how to fix that, so she did what she knew to do, stepping back into his immediate vicinity, fingers slipping over his chest, eyes following her fingertips. "The kids won't be back for another couple of hours, probably...."
His hand wrapped around hers, catching her fingers before bringing them to rest against his heart. "You don't have to..."
"I want to," she said, looking up at him with a tilt of her head. "If you...want..." She'd felt that tendril of desire arcing between them, but she didn't want to assume anything.
Noah smirked. "Our children are at the movies. You've run off my ex-wife. The dishes can wait...I think we should continue with the inappropriate behavior indefinitely..."
Lydia grinned, and spun under his arm, tugging him toward his bedroom. "Let's see how many ways we can be inappropriate before the kids get home."
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