Daydream Believer

[Goblin]

"So..." he echoed, smiling and still in a bit of a daze. At least she could no longer complain that he always stopped when things were getting good. He moved over to lie beside her and brushed some hair out of her face. At that moment, there was a meow outside the door. He closed his eyes. "They never give up. Never."

[Script]

She turned to her side, facing him, limbs still tangled with his. She laughed softly. "It's cute. They like you. I can understand why." She leaned in and kissed him. She felt a little giddy, still feeling the rush from being with him. She was in deep now. He'd have to practically pry her away with a crowbar to get her out of his life now.

She snuggled against him, reaching to grab the blanket drapped over the back of the couch and pull it over them. "Hey, Sebastian?"

[Goblin]

"Yeah?" He cocked his head at her, his fingers still playing with her hair and his other arm cradled around her.

[Script]

"So, are we...I mean...ya know..." She trailed off, biting her lip the way she always did when she was nervous or anxious about something. "I just...I mean, if you don't want this to be, like...a thing..." She stopped talking, talking a breath. She didn't really know what she was saying. No, that wasn't true. She knew what she wanted to say, she was just to afraid to say it.

[Goblin]

He had to smile a little. Knowing Script, the rest of that sentence might as well be, '...then I'll persistently stalk and seduce you until you do.' Not that he minded. Persistence was pretty much the only way to get through to him. "Do you want it to?" he asked her. "Be a thing?"

[Script]

She lifted her gaze to his eyes, practically chewing off her bottom lip. "I...I do..." She searched his eyes. She was terrible at reading him, and was fairly sure he made sure of that on purpose. "I really like you, Sebastian. And...and I care about you..." She let herself smirk, but couldn't hide her blush. "I don't sleep with just anybody, ya know."

[Goblin]

"I'd hope not. Good Catholic girl and all," he teased. Not that he could talk; she was only the second person he'd ever been with, and the first who--so far--hadn't been a horrible mistake. "Well, you're sweet and honest, insanely stubborn, a great partner in crime, and an amazing cook, so I'd be pretty damn honored to call you my girl."

[Script]

Her mouth curved up into a smile, her hand lifting to brush hair from his eyes, then trail down his cheek. "I promise to cook for you all the time. You could do with a little fattening up after so much prison time." She laughed a little, kissing him. She pressed her forehead to his, holding close to him. "So, I'm your girl then." It took everything in her not to squeal with glee.

[Goblin]

"Glad to hear it." He smiled. "And you don't have to cook for me. Not that I'll ever refuse one of those brownies. They brought us together, after all."

[Script]

She laughed, nuzzling him. "God bless brownies." She pulled back to look at him, smiling. She kissed him, then cuddled close. They laid like that for a while, comfortable. Then a thought occurred to her. "Sebastian...what are you gonna do about the Refuge..?"

[Goblin]

He sighed. "Well, I've got a giant box of files in the basement. I asked a friend to take a look at 'em...he's got contacts with the police--honest ones, I hope--and he'll see what he can dig up. I just want to find something solid and then..." He didn't know what then. The whole thing was so big and shady it was hard to even contemplate. "Well, then at least we'll know who's pulling all the strings."

[Script]

She watched him, worrying on her lip with her teeth. He amazed her, he really did. He was so...passionate about wanting to change things. She couldn't remember the last time she cared about a cause the way he cared about this. And now, suddenly, she cared, too. Because she cared about him.

She trailed a lazy hand along his chest. "Whatever you want me to do to help, I'll do it. I don't want you doing this on your own. I want to be a part of it, okay? Don't shut me out."

[Goblin]

"Like you'd let me," he said, smirking. "You'd probably just hire Wraith to follow me. And I'd never notice a thing." His respect for his sister's stealth was as high as her respect for his intelligence. "There's this other girl, Sapphy...I don't really know a lot about her, but I think she's kind of been needing a cause like this, and she wants to help. We should all meet up sometime, the four of us. Form a planning committee or something," he half-joked, though he wasn't sure if Risk would agree to that plan, seeing how he was supposed to be undercover and all.

[Script]

She laughed. "A planning-committee, huh? I can make cookies." She kissed the tip of his nose. "You know...you make me seem awfully pushy."

[Goblin]

"Hey, I think I used the word 'determined'," he pointed out, kissing her and grinning. "We should put clothes on..."