Thursday, June 28, 2012

Chapter 73: A Sort of Melancholy


"Are you all right, Nina?" Rainier asks, finding his secretary crying next to her car in the company parking lot. He'd been working late, as usual, and he was quite sure she'd left over an hour ago.

"I just don't to go home yet," she sobs, "My husband..."

"I was just on my way to get a drink," he lies, his only plan was to go home tonight and try not to think about Portia, "Why don't you come with me?"


"You know, you are seriously starting to suck as a friend, Portia," Emma complains.

"I'll go out with you anytime," Portia says, "But I'm not going on a double date with you. I told you, I'm waiting for my birthday, for Rainier."

"I can't believe you'd turn down a date with Jake Irvine. He's on the football team, he's a huge deal on campus."

"I dated Jake Irvine in high school, he was pretty big deal there, too," Portia sighs, "I'm just not all that impressed with the all mighty USC Trojans."

Emma rolls her eyes, "I know, you're too sophisticated for the rest of us now that you are involved with an older man. You'll regret it someday, you know. College is supposed to be about partying and having fun, and you're throwing that away."

"Can't you find anyone else to go out with?" Portia asks.

"Portia, I've wanted a date with Sean Davis since we started classes. And now I've finally got it, but he asked me to set you up with Jake, so we could go out together. It's not like you'd have to treat it as a real date, just dance, hang out. Please, for me. As a friend."

"Oh, fine," Portia sighs. What could be the harm in a few drinks with an old boyfriend?


Rainier quickly regrets his charitable gesture. Giving comfort to the broken hearted has never been his talent, and he's done nothing but down three beers while listening to Nina go on about her failing marriage as she nurses the one glass of wine he ordered for her.


He thinks he's imagining Portia's voice at first, but a quick turn of his head proves otherwise. She's here, tonight, and she has a date.


She stops when she sees him, and he rises awkwardly from his stool. They both know the arrangement, until their birthday, they are free to pursue other relationships, their promise to reunite was always conditional on both of them still wanting it after so many months apart. They both long now, to go to the other and explain the nature of their 'dates', and yet both are shy of intruding on each other. So she passes by him, following Emma and Sean out to the dance floor, while Rainier heads to the bar to order himself another drink.


Rainier moves up from beer to the harder alcohols.

"I think I"m going to head home now," Nina says, "Having someone to talk to has really helped. Thank you, so much, Mr. Lecocq."

If she actually means that, he thinks as he watches her leave, she would have gotten as much use out of a picture of him pasted to a wooden board. He neither said nor did anything remotely helpful the whole evening.


He should leave too, he thinks, but opts instead for ordering another drink. Staying here to watch her out with another man isn't going to do him any good, but he can't tear himself away, either.


Despite their open arrangement, he's been faithful to her, waited for her...stupid, he thinks. He knew all along, she was too young, she would forget about him as soon as she started college. He loses count of the number of drinks he's consuming, and when he's reached the point of at least one too many, he decides he needs to speak to her. To say what, he has no idea, he only knows he cannot take this situation any longer.


"I've wanted to get back with you for the longest time," Jake whispers, suddenly stopping the dancing to take her face in his hands and kiss her.

"Jake, no," she says, trying to push away from him.


Rainier meant only to talk to her, but the kiss was an affront he's not willing to bear, and he lashes out at the intruder shoving him off his girl.

"Oh, Rainier, don't do this," Portia sighs, knowing what's coming next.


No one shoves Jake Irvine. He was like this in high school, and college hasn't changed him at all.

"Jake, stop!" Portia cries out to no avail.


Sean had been making out with Emma in the corner, and runs to join his friend as soon as he senses the bar fight happening behind him. If you could call it a fight; Rainier lost after the first punch, and is now in the position of just taking whatever punishment the two football players dish out, while Portia and Emma shout at their dates, tugging on their arms, trying to stop this.

"Pick him up so I can punch him some more," Jake barks an order to Sean, who immediately complies, shrugging Emma off his arm in the process.


"Stop this right now, you big stupid oaf," Portia shouts, putting herself between Rainier and Jake, shoving the blond back as hard as she can. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"He shoved me first!" Jake yells, indignant.

"Well, get over it," Portia says, "I'm with him, not you."

"But..."

"But nothing, Jake! Leave him alone. Leave me alone."


"Oh, baby, your face," Portia says gently, inspecting the damage, "I don't think anything's broken. Let me get you home and clean you up..."


She has to hold him up as she leads him out into the parking lot.

"My car," he says pointing feebly toward the back of the lot.

"You're not driving in this condition," she says, trying not to laugh.


Drunk and beaten, he falls back against her car, trying to prop himself up.


Not even the car can hold him steady, and he slides down to the ground. "I couldn't stand seeing you with another man, Portia," he says, his voice breaking over a sob.


"I know, baby," she soothes, "I just need you to hold it together so I can get you into the car, okay? I'm going to take care of you."


"Where are we?" he asks as she helps him out of her car.

"My house," she says, propping him up against her. She's never been to his new place and didn't have the address handy, and he was too incoherent to direct her, so she had little choice but to bring him home with  her.

"Your parents..."

"Are in Palm Springs for the weekend," Portia says, "They'll never know you were here."


She cleans the blood off is face, gets him out of his clothes and guides him to her bed. "Je t'aime," he breathes against her neck, gripping her tightly to his lap as she tries to get him to lay down, "Je t'adore. Reste avec moi..."

"Sssh," she says, caressing his hair, "You need to sleep. I'll be right beside you."


Her scent, honeysuckle. Her head rests on his shoulder, her leg wraps around him. If he opens his eyes, he's sure it will evaporate, a dream, so he keeps them closed.


"Oh, your pretty face!" she cries in dismay, lifting herself from his embrace.

Her words waken him fully. The memories of the night before are hazy at best, but  he does remember. "Tell me I'm not hideously deformed," he jokes, "My pretty face is my only saving grace, after all."

She slaps his chest playfully, "You know you have a lot more going for you than your looks. Anyway, it's only a black eye. Do you remember what happened?"

"I remember seeing you kissing another man," he says, not hiding his jealousy, "I know, we had an arrangement, but I couldn't stand it, seeing you in his arms. I waited for you, Portia. I haven't been with anyone else, or even thought about anyone else..."

"And neither have I," she answers his accusation, "I was out with Jake as a favor to Emma. That kiss...he took me by surprise, and I was pushing him away. And what about you, you were with a date when we showed up."

"Nina is my secretary, You've met her, at my office," he reminds her, "It wasn't a date."


"We're so close," she whispers, leaning over him to kiss him, "Only three weeks until you're mine again."

"And all those college boys you see everyday...?" he asks.

"Are nothing compared to you, mon amour," she murmurs as she kisses his lips, his chest. She groans in surprise as she feels him stiffening beneath her.


"Portia," he sighs her name as she straddles him, rocking against him. The bit of fabric between is enough to make this unsatisfying sex, but sex it is nonetheless, enough to be trouble for him if her father were to walk in. And so, he should stop it, lift her off him, but his hands around her waist hold her in place, guiding her over him as she groans in pleasure. Her whole body trembles and she collapses over his chest, breathing heavily.

"Wow," she sighs.


He rolls over on top of her, her legs wrapping around him, her face lifting to meet his as she sucks hungrily on his lips. She is no child, he thinks, and this waiting for some arbitrary date to make love to her like an adult is absurd. His hands slide down to her shorts, pulling them away.

"Oh," she sighs, gently disengaging from him, "I can't believe I'm about to say this. I want you, I really do. But, I don't think...I don't want to do this only to have you regret it later."

With a deep sigh of regret, he pulls himself off her.


"I'm sorry," she says as he stretches and rises from the bed.

"Don't be," he says, "You are right to save me from myself," he laughs, "I should shower..."

She points him to her bathroom, "I'll be downstairs when you're done."


He follows the sound of music to find her. "I've never heard you play," he muses, "Did you write this?"

She shakes her head, "It's by Erik Satie. He was very influential on later minimalists like John Cage."

"That's all over my head," Rainier says with a smile, "I know nothing about music."


The sad, lovely song ends, and Portia turns on the bench. "Sit with me," she says, gesturing for him to join her.

Maybe it was the sadness and longing in the music, or maybe it's his hangover, but a sort of melancholy hangs over Rainier. "I love you," he says as he wraps an arm around her.

"Well, I love you too," she says giggling.

"What does love mean to you?" he asks.

"You started this conversation," she answers, "Maybe you should start by telling me what love means to you."


Rainier sighs, dipping his head to kiss her soft shoulders, "Douceur," he whispers, "To me, it means I want to be with you, always. I think of my future, and I see you there, with me. But I worry, also, that, being so young, you aren't ready for this, that you'll grow tired of me and move on."

"You've had a lot of lovers, haven't you?" she asks, and he nods in response. "Well, have you ever felt this way before, with anyone else?"

"No, chère," he says, "I've been in love before, but I've always known it wasn't forever."

"How do you know something like that?" she asks.

"By listening to your heart. My heart tells me you are the one."


"I don't have anywhere near the kind of experience you have," she whispers, turning to face him, "And I've never really been in love before you. I might doubt what my own heart says when it tells me we belong together, but I can't doubt yours."

"Petite amie," he says, caressing her face, "I will love you, always. I won't ask you to promise me as much in return, I only ask you to love me for as long as you can."



"Mon dieu," he breathes in awe when they enter the garage, "Was this here last night?"

"Of course it was, silly," she laughs.

"I must have been very drunk if I didn't notice it," he says, "It's magnificent. Do you know if it has the original engine? What kind of work has been done on it?"

"The only thing I know is it's my father's baby," Portia says, "Do you want to get in?"

Rainier gapes, "I shouldn't even touch it..."

"You'll have sex with a man's teenage daughter, but you won't touch his car?"

"This isn't just a car," Rainier says, "It's a 1965 Shelby Cobra. Do you have any idea what this baby is worth?"


"Just get in it," she laughs, "It won't explode, I'm sure."

Some temptations are too much to resist, and Rainier sits behind the wheel. "What I wouldn't give to take this out onto the track..." he sighs.

"Well, you'll have lots in common with my dad," she says, "But, honestly, the car talk bores the hell out of me."


"Then I won't bore with you talk," Rainier says leaning over to kiss her.


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I listened to a lot of Satie while writing this chapter. It's very melancholy.
The 1965 Shelby AC Cobra is by Bloom
My husband is a car guy, as his his boss, who owns a 1967 Shelby Cobra. And thus, I've heard more about this car than I ever really wanted to know about any car, ever. And I guess that's why it is so far the only CC car I've ever added to my game.

24 comments:

  1. haha poor Rainer was drunk and got his butt kicked. But aww he was jealous seeing her with another guy. Seriously those bars do a piss poor job checking ids. LOL

    3 weeks, that's all they have left. Wonder how her dad will take it when they get together as he suspects they already have.

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    1. I never had any trouble getting into clubs when I was underage, lol.
      Poor Rainier did get bitten by the jealousy bug. Sad for him, h's a lover, not a fighter, and he couldn't stand up to one football player, let alone two of them beating up on him.

      We're going to get to see Bill's reaction very very soon, I promise.

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    2. OMG!!!!!!!! I was wondering why the hell that last pic was fuzzy. WOW, cat's out of the bag now. Holy Moly.

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    3. Haha! I did try to keep it subtle, to see if people would notice it. And, indeed, the cat is out of the bag now.

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  2. That club brawl was epic...until I saw Rainier's face. I'm so happy that he and Portia got to talk, and they've both set out their expectations. But I do worry for Portia though, she's still so young, and forever is a very long time.

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    1. Thanks, Val.
      Rainier's pretty face did take some damage. But it is good he and Portia got to talk more about their relationship before the big day comes.
      Portia is still young, so Rainier is right to worry about the future. All he can do is take it day by day, and hope it lasts for her.

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  3. Weeellll it's his baby. Of course he'd have a camera on it.

    Lol. I like Rainier, so was it wrong that I enjoyed reading about Jake and Sean beating the crap out of him? xD

    Nice bloody face CC. I could have used some of that myself, in the past, but I was always too lazy to look for it.

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    1. Yes, it's an extremely valuable car. And you get the prize for picking up on the big clue I left lying there. =D

      And shame on you for enjoying that beat down, lol.

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    2. So what will upset Bill more?

      Rainier touching his daughter, or touching his car? ;D

      ...If it were me it would be the car, hands down, but I'm well known for going crazy when people touch my stuff.

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    3. That is a tough question. Maybe Bill's head will explode before he can even confront Rainier....

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  4. Dammit Becky I didn't even think about the grainy photo being a camera until I read your comment!

    The whole time I was reading this chapter I was thinking "Holy crap. Something bad is goanna happen... now- no.... now- no.... goddamit." Then the happy ending made me swoon. And now I really hope that last photo was meant to be as if through a camera. Cause I cannot wait to see Papa Arthag's reaction to everything.

    I think Rainier's sexy even with the bruised up face.

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    1. Rainier would point out that some bad things did happen, like him getting beat up, the hangover he was left with, and also, he did not get laid. All bad things.

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    2. Getting caught by your underage girlfriend's parents when they got home early from their vacation is my definition of bad.

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    3. Yes especially when getting caught by your underage girlfriend's parents while not getting laid....

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  5. These two are playing dangerously. I wish they would keep it clean and safe and no touchies for the few weeks left. I was surprised Rainier couldn't fight. Kind of funny though, poor guy. And then he nearly cried. It was the alcohol, had to have been. :)
    Loved it. Worried though that his being at her home will lead to bad, bad things for him. That would be sad.

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    1. They are being a little risky there, and so close to becoming legal. They have been being good before, by only having phone/online contact (and not even phone sex or sexting! lol) But, they ran into each other accidentally, and they have a hard time keeping their hands off each other.

      Rainier's not a fighter, really. I doubt he's ever really been in a fight (though, as a guy who won't hesitate to steal someone girlfriend, maybe he has been beaten up more than this once.) And in this case he was drunk and up against two college football players (American football) so he really didn't have a chance.

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  6. Wow! I think I've read this one three times now (Hey! Don't judge me!) They are just...I mean I have no words for how awesome they are!

    "You'll have sex with a man's teenage daughter, but you won't touch his car?"
    ^^
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA yes! Too funny! All of his experience and it took someone underage to show him what true love really is...so funny!

    I really hope badness doesn't come walking in the door! I worry that Jake will tell since he isn't getting what he wants. I just know something bad is going to happen before the bday :(

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    1. Thanks! I'm glad it was worth three reads. =D
      I was raised around guys who love their cars too much, and I married another car guy, so I can completely appreciate the sentiment. Touching another guy's car without permission, you just don't do that!

      Something will happen before the bday, but I'm not saying what exactly until it happens.

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  7. So sweet! Rainier is going to be in deep trouble.
    I LOLled at the red-hoodied guy at the background when Jake tries to kiss Portia. The pics in this chapter are fabulous.

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    1. Thanks, misu! Rainier is about to get into some trouble.
      Orchestrating the fight scene was difficult, I had to mix up poses from different sets to get such a big group scene, but it was fun to work it out.
      And hoodie guy was funny. I'm just happy when other Sims show up to my community lots when I do these scenes, so it doesn't look like my Sims are the only people in L.A.
      Both Rainier and Portia have managed to acquire a star or two of celebrity and at one point they had a guy squeeing himself in excitement during the fight scene, trying to get an autograph. That was funny.

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  8. Aw, Rainier! On the one hand, you should have known better than to get drunk while Portia was there with another man, but then again, emotion tends to block reason, so it's understandable. At least Portia was there to clean him up. In other news, I love his new haircut. It looks fabulous on him.

    I never got the car thing, myself, but I do appreciate a nice convertible. I've wanted a Mustang since I was a kid. At least it will give Rainier and Bill something to bond over, hehe. Do either of them have the vehicle enthusiast trait?

    Side note: hearing Nina call him Mr. Lecoq made me laugh. If you say it out loud in a French accent, it's even funnier.

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    1. Rainier should know better than to do a lot of stuff he ends up doing anyway, lol. I love the new hair on him as well, which surprises me as I'm usually such a sucker for the long hair.

      I honestly don't remember the traits I've given these Sims, as I'm not really 'playing' them. I may have given Rainier vehiclt enthusiast, as this was a character trait knew he would have from his creation (he was into racing in my Sims 1 story as well), but probably not for Bill, as this aspect of his personality on;y came about as I started writing this story involving his daughter and Rainier. And it does give Bill and Rainier something to bond over, if Bill can get over the fact of Rainier touching his baby. (the Shelby, I mean, not Portia. Though, that too, I guess, lol)

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  9. I love your stories :) Always nice relax it. Although my native language is not English, and sometimes wrestling with the language barrier, so here I try to max, because it is always worth reading :)

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    1. Thank you Petka! I'm glad you are able to enjoy the stories even with the difficulty of the language barrier.

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