It’s Raining It’s Pouring

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril had gone to Matt’s Hole in the Wall for some drinks late at night, planning on getting wasted and just enjoying himself. He was celebrating something special, something that he didn’t really tell anyone about because it was a secrete and it was not really all the important to share with others. He just enjoyed having drinks and just enjoying himself. He would have invited someone out to drink with him but he knew how he got when he was drunk and had not made any super close bonds with anyone at the school so far; besides his ‘little sister’. There were a few adults that he got along with and were close with but he still didn’t want them to deal with his drunken nature.

Problem was not that he was drunk and that meant that his judgment was off to the point that he didn’t know how to get back home. He had always had a bad sense of direction but now that he was drunk he was practically lost as he stepped out of the bar. The rain was pouring down and Cyril didn’t even have an umbrella but it was okay because he enjoyed the water. The rain was wonderful and it felt wonderful falling down on his body. Until it was causing him to shiver a little and end up drenched since this was no light rain but a pouring down rain. The ground would at least be happy about it but Cyril’s clothing was not sagging and weighing him down. That problem was easily fixed with a snap to make himself be a little lighter as he just started walking.

He didn’t actually know where he was going and just hoped that his feet would know the way to get home since even in this state he knew better then to go driving. All he knew was that he was now standing outside of Reid’s door, dripping wet. Wellllll, this works too. Cyril thought to himself as he started to knock on the door, feeling himself get shorter with each knock. It was not that he was getting shorter, it was more of him slowly sliding down and against the door until he was sitting and leaning against Reid’s door. Still knocking of course. “Reeeeiiid, love. Beautifulllll red haired goddesssss….I’m cold and I’m wet.” Cyril half sang half said these words.

((Tag: Reid Chase))

[Reid Chase]

On the rare occasions that she came home the night before a day off, Reid liked to get into an oversized tee, slip a movie into the projector and drink until she passed out.

Tonight had another plan for her.

She had just gotten her mint chocolate chip ice cream out of the freezer when she heard the knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice that was undeniably drunk.

A small confused but amused smile slid across her lips as she dug her spoon into the ice cream and slipped it into her mouth. Answering the door, she took in Cyril's state and pursed her lips to stop herself from laughing out loud.

"What the hell Cyril?" She asked with a tight lipped smile, still trying hard not to laugh.

[Cyril Kingsley]

The door opened up and since Cyril had been leaning on it he almost ended up falling at Reid's feet in a soaking wet heap. Thankfully in his drunken state he was able to still keep himself from falling over as he looked up and Reid with his light blue eyes. The blue color seeming to be a bit darker compared to how pale he looked from being out in the pouring down rain and his normally spiky hair having gone a little more flat. Cyril greatly disliked when his hair was flat, but at the moment he was not thinking about it. Right now he was thinking about how sexy Reid looked and how he just wanted to snuggle her and just fall asleep right. Nothing really romantic about falling to a girls feet and curling around them for a nap in a soaking wet pile, but that was what Cyril felt like doing.

He grinned up at Reid in a drunken smile at her question. "Hi love." Cyril said and just sat there looking up at her and grinning for a moment, completely forgetting that she had asked him for question for a moment. It then dawning on Cyril as he moved to try and get to his feet, having to use the door frame for some help. "See I was at the pub, bit of drinks here and there; wish you would have been there love...where was I? Oh right, I can't find me way home and the rain is coming down something fierce and me cloths are just sagging and falling off." Cyril said, his accent getting a bit heavy here and there and he was actually speaking a bit of an accent not in the area he was raised in, but that happened.

He held his arms up to show just how wet his clothing was and how they did seem to look like them were just going to slip off of him at any moment. Even his boxers were wet, but really it was all his fault for standing out in the rain like he had lost his marbles and could not recall where would be a good place to look for them. He had showed up at Reid's by accident but now that he was here he figured she would at least either tell him how to get back home or invite him in. his mind forgot to ask about it and instead he was just smiling and staring at the women. "I want to leave love bites on you." Cyril said, sounding like some little boy on the playground who was trying to flirt with a girl but didn't know how to do it very well. Cyril certainly didn't learn how to flirt from his parents.

[Reid Chase]

Reid's free hand reached out to steady Cyril as he came stumbling in. He really was soaking wet and when he spoke, the redhead just shook her head in amusement before stepping aside to let him in.

His desire to leave hickeys on Reid was met with a chuckle before she closed the door and pushed Cyril deeper into the house. Looking down at her ice cream tub, she sighed and shoved it back into the freezer and threw the spoon in the sink.

"Come on, let's get you dry." She reached up and ruffled his wet and flat hair, guiding him to her bathroom.

"Celebrating, were you?" She asked with a smirk as she started to unbutton his shirt.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril snickered a little when Reid reached a hand out to help him out, loving her touch even if it meant his wet clothing was being pressed against his skin and causing him to shiver. He didn’t really have a power that helped him against the cold and he didn’t really think it would be smart to try and lighten the gravity around him to cause the water droplets to fall much slower, plus he didn’t think he could actually do that. Maybe a water manipulator could pull something off like that but one who could control gravity and was currently drunk could not.

He sort of stumbled into Reid’s house, tempted to just give a shake to try and get the water off of him but he got distracted with the ice cream in Reid’s hand. “Is my timing bad?” Cyril asked, a small pout appearing on his face a moment. He hoped that Reid didn’t have a guest over and now Cyril had messed it all up. She didn’t seem to be upset or anything and in fact seemed like she was fine letting him in and helping him out. Reid ruffled his hair, no doubt resulting in her getting a wet hand but it made Cyril grin again.

He went along with her guide, not really sober enough to put up much of a fight, plus alone with Reid in her bathroom sounded like a great idea. Cyril nodded his head at Reid’s question, smirking as Reid started to unbutton his shirt and he made no moves to stop her. “I was, it was nice, wish you would have been there, aaaaaand wow your bathroom is really nice.” Cyril said as he started to list off on his fingers until the last part. His blue eyes looking around the room and taking in the view, feeling a little odd because everything just looked so beautiful and he just wanted to hug or roll all over everything.

[Reid Chase]

Reid chuckled and shook her head at Cyril's pout. Dealing with drunk people was so amusing. Especially when they dealt with the inebriation like Cyril was.

"No babe." She responded as they walked into the bathroom. Cyril's reaction to the bathroom was warranted. Reid had done up her bathroom in a way that though it's a pretty small place, everything fit nicely everywhere.

"What were you celebrating?" She asked, peeling his shirt off and started to unbuckle his jeans.

[Cyril Kingsley]

"Aww, you called me babe. I like that. Call me babe whenever you want love. I'll be your babe any day." Cyril responded back and could not help but to let out a small little coo out, it was thing that he did when he got really happy. What made a guy happy then being called by a pet name by a pretty red headed woman who was practically stripping you in her bathroom? Well, stripping her as well and giving her love bites was coming to mind in order to make this moment all the more enjoyable for the gravity manipulator. Reid's bathroom really was nice, small yet it fit everything and it was kind of cozy.

Now Cyril's mind was already starting to wondering off when he and Reid were having 'pillow talk' about getting her cleaned up but how Reid would only let him do that if he was in there with her and they were not cleaning up. "I'm dripping all over the floor. Lay some towels down and then you lay on the towels and it will be delightful." Cyril said with and hen a hiccup, something that he tended to end up doing a lot when he had been drinking and was drunk. "We probably would end up breaking some things in here...I don't want to mess up your bathroom." Cyril said to Reid and he looked at her with puppy dog eyes, leaning in to give her nose a quick kiss.

The question of what he was celebrating was asked as he slipped his shirt off the rest of the way as Reid peeled it off. Revealing his naked torso to her, but it was not something that she had not seen before. Cyril's hands already started to reach for Reid's waist as she unbuckled his jeans. "It's a secret, but if you ask nicely I might tell you." Cyril whispered as he tried to move closer to Reid, wanting to just smother her face in kisses but he hiccuped again and just sort of went to try and kiss her head before attempting to nuzzle it.

[Reid Chase]

Reid was far too amused by the drunken display, nodding just to entertain Cyril. "That's very nice." She responded.

His words made her pause in unbuttoning his shirt, her eyes gazing up at him with a raised eyebrow. Any other time, it would have made her want to jump his bones. To be perfectly honest, his whole appearance would have made her want to jump his bones but she had recently begun to question the nature of their relationship.

The nose kiss had her chuckling, the gesture so sweet and adorable that just didn't feel right being presented to her of all people.

Once his shirt was fully unbuttoned, she pushed it off him and threw it on the floor. Cyril's hands around her waist already started to get her in the right mood for whatever Cyril had in mind. "You're going to die of pneumonia if you don't get out of these clothes, Cyril." She chuckled as she tugged his jeans down, gently pushing his hands off her waist.

"Step out of your jeans...and your boots." She said before straightening herself up and holding her arm out to wrap around his upper body. She couldn't help but laugh at what Cyril was attempting to do to her head. "Babe, come on. We need to get you in the shower so you don't freeze to death."

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril snickered at Reid saying that it was very nice but he didn't get why she was saying it was nice because she was the one being nice to him. She let him into her house, was helping him get out of his wet clothing, and she called him babe. He didn't know why but he really liked hearing her call him that, almost as much as he liked it when she called him C. His nicknames tended to be of his last name or related to horses so going by just one letter and now babe. Cyril was a little surprised that Reid didn't take him up on his offer to practically sleep with her there at that moment on her bathroom floor. Sure he was worried about breaking the things in the bathroom, but for Reid he would deal and just make sure to help pay for any damages. She probably just does not want to take advantage of me. She is so sweet. Cyril thought to himself as he started to nod a little.

Cyril grinned all the more when Reid chuckled at his whole kissing her nose and he just wanted to give her all the kisses. Distractions of his clothing being stripped off of him felt warm even if he was shivering a little. The drinks had also made him feel warm so even with his body shivering; Cyril felt way to warm to even notice it. His hands were already on her waist and he wanted to pull her closer but Reid made a good point and moved his hands. "There is no way I can die with you taking care of me love. Your lovely body will warm me up I bet." Cyril pointed out but he behaved and moved to slip out of his boots and step out of his jeans. His wet clothing a pile on the floor with Cyril still having his boxers on.

He was not sure if he was going to let Reid remove them because then he might just want to jump her and hold her up to a wall. Yet the distraction of Reid hugging him had him chuckling and trying to nuzzle his way to her neck. "I don't desire a shower unless you are in there with me. I might slip." Cyril said and was being half honest there because he was drunk and he tended to just go to bed at this point instead of risking getting in a shower where he could end up slipping and cracking his head or something unfortunate like that. He then let out a gasp when a realization hit him. "Do I get to wear your clothes?" Cyril asked and there was a mix of excitement yet an odd feeling because could he even fit Reid's clothing and how would he look in them? Probably hot, he was confident he would still look good because Reid looked good in what she wore.

"Oooor, am I going naked? All around your lovely home?" Cyril asked after a pause because that was an option as well and he liked that idea a little bit more. It sounded so free and it was not like Reid had not seen it all before.

[Reid Chase]

Looking at Cyril incredulously when he insinuated that she could perform miracles. Reid knew those kinds of words were something some women fell for. Hell, she would have fallen for it had the past few years hadn't happened and her whole being kind of shut down on shit like that. But she still had to take care of Cyril. She cared for him enough not to let that stop her.

"Okay, honey."

When he brought up a pretty good point, Reid sighed and shook her head. "I'll run a bath for you. Go sit down on the toilet." She said before pushing down the seat cover, gently pressing the man down. The gasp and subsequent statement that followed made Reid laugh. "No. You can wear a towel while your clothes dry." She responded before rubbing his head affectionately.

"Okay. Lean back. I'll go and get your clothes in the washing machine. Don't...touch anything." She shook her head before turning to the bathtub and getting the water out, plugging up the hole. She picked his wet clothes off the floor and went to the laundry room.

She took her time with the machine, wondering why she was more relaxed away from Cyril. Was she getting tired of him? She still wanted him, that much was evident but she felt as though there was more to what he wanted from her. Should she break it off? But was there anything to break off in the first place? They've just slept together, it wasn't like they ever shared a bonding moment or whatever.

Rubbing her face with her hands, she pushed off the machine when it started it's cycle, heading back to the bathroom. 

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril did not mean for his words to come off like he was trying to make her fall for him or anything like that. It would be nice if she fell for him like he was falling for her, but he understood the kind of girl Reid was. She had made it clear plenty of times and while he was drunk he could somehow tell all the more. It was like with his drunken nature he was noticing everything to the tiniest details. It was probably why he had ended up watch some worms crawl onto the street outside in the rain while he had been out there wondering around. "Heheh, honey. Am I sweet? Would you lick me if you were a bear?" Cyril asked as he snickered at the other pet name that Reid ended up calling him, not even sure why he was finding everything so funny and super cute.

"Will you be joining me?" Cyril asked as he tilted his head a little when Reid said that she would run a bath for him. He went along with her pushing down on him as he sat down on the toilet, his legs stretching out in front of him. As Reid busied herself with running the water and grabbing his clothing he slowly started to make himself slide down on the toilet seat. He really could not sit still or maybe it was that he just didn't want to sit still. He wanted to move, roll around, and tackle Reid at some point. "Aww, a towel? Alright, I'll keep myself wrapped up for you." Cyril said with a nod, still wanting to free bird it but he would wear a towel if Reid wanted him too. Plus he could style the towel in a Greek manner and go 'toga' around the house. If that was how one said such a thing and if you were supposed to use a towel.

Cyril just smiled at Reid, not saying anything as she told him not to touch anything, just enjoying staring at her as he watched her pick up his clothing. He waited for a moment, practically peeking outside of the bathroom before he slipped off his boxers and slid into the tub anyways. The water was still not high but he still went about trying to dump stuff in the water to make bubbles. Playing in it a little bit as he started to use a container like a sail boat. "Oh no, we sprung a leak mates. Abandoned ship or drown into Dav...Davy? Davy Johns Locker." Cyril said in his best pirate accent but we pretty much messing everything up, even the name of the person who took the souls of sailors out at sea.

Reid was gone for a long time. At least it felt long to Cyril after he got bored with playing with the water, which only was after a few seconds but the bottle still remained floating around in the water. "She is avoiding me. No she is not. She so is, I'm drunk and she does not want to deal with me. Boo, pity party. Shhh, she is coming back." Cyril started to whisper to himself as he had slid as low as he could in the tub, peeking over the edge with his blue eyes as Reid came back into the bathroom. Trying to hide, but well his head was showing and the water was clear. "Can you see me?" Cyril whispered to Reid, having already gotten bored of any small amount of time of waiting for her to see him in the tub.

[Reid Chase]

She couldn't help the chuckle that came out of her when she saw Cyril already in the tub, peeking out. She saw the bottles in the water and shook her head, amused more than anything. He was very much like a little child when drunk, wasn't he?

"No, no I can't." She played along, grabbing the bottle of soap she used to make the bubbles, squeezing a generous amount before swirling her hand in the warm water. The bubbles slowly formed and covered Cyril.

She then dropped down to the floor, hitching her arm up against the side of the tub, looking at Cyril with an affectionate grin. "So, what were you celebrating?" She asked, flicking the bubbles in his direction.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril was very much like a happy child that could not sit still when he was drunk; at least he was when he was happy. Right now he was very happy because he was with Reid, someone that he had a lot of feelings for and she was being so nice to him. Even if he could tell that there was something off about Reid tonight, he was not thinking too much about them at the moment. Chuckling when Reid laughed at him, obviously seeing him and the bit of fun he was having in the tub. Reid said that she could not see him which just had him chuckling around as he moved around in the tub. At least he was no longer shivering and had warmed up a lot.

He watched Reid as she grabbed a bottle and started to squeeze a lot of the liquid into the tub, her hand entering the water, and causing bubbles to form. Cyril’s mouth fell open. “You can create bubbles with your power too!?” Cyril asked in an excited tone before calming down when his brain recalled how bubbles worked. “Wait, don’t answer. No need to pop my bubble.” Cyril made a pun as he picked up some of the bubbles and popped them by placing his hands together to squish them. He played with the bubbles for a moment before watching Reid sit down on the floor next to the tub. Smiling at her and thinking about how beautiful she was.

“My little brother’s birthday. He is dead now but I still like to drink on the day he was born and the day he died.” Cyril responded back with a nod. Going silent for a moment but his drunken happy mood was not going to stay away long. Not with Reid being so close. His hand was already reaching out of the warm water to try and touch the side of her face. “Can I kiss you?” Cyril asked with a grin, snickering a little bit at the fact that he was asking her for a kiss when he really just wanted to steal it from her.

[Reid Chase]

Laughing at his exclamation, she didn't think it was necessary to even bother answering his question. Especially when he realised it soon enough. The pun was so bad, she splashed him for it, laughing at how bad it was.

Though his answer sobered her up a little, her smile softening. Part of her was glad he wasn't taking it badly. It was actually quite nice that he celebrated his brother's life. Or death as it were.

She leaned into the touch, raising her hand to wrap around his, squeezing it lightly. His question made her sigh but she scooted closer anyway, pulling him and giving him a kiss. "That's all you're getting. Now...finish your bath. And I'll get you a towel." She stroked the side of his face and smiled affectionately.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril snickered at being splashed for his bad pun, luckily having expected it so his mouth was at least closed so he didn’t get any in his mouth and getting some on his face was not that bad at all. “Careful, you are going to get water all over your precious floor.” Cyril said and then rubbed at his wet face, scratching a little bit at his facial hair. Did he need to give himself another little trim already? Probably so but he would do that when he was sober to avoid any accidents. It would suck if the way he died was because he tried shaving when he was drunk and had the attention span of a small boy at the moment.

Reid didn’t seem upset by his answer, which was a good thing because he did not want to upset her with his words and that was why he said it was a secret. She asked again and he had forgotten he was keeping it hush-hush so told her. His grin grew a little larger as feeling her leaning into his touch and the hand wrapping around his. The light squeeze just made him feel all the more excited to just be here with her and he still could not help but wonder if she didn’t at least like him more than just some guy she could sleep with. Well, obviously she did in the level that they were friends and she was practically taking care of him now. As always when their lips met he felt something stir inside him, pressing his lips right back against her, but only for the kiss to last a short moment before Reid pulled back.

“Aww, okay.” Cyril said with a pout but then went to wash himself up like she had asked; getting distracted with styling his hair a few different ways with the aid of water and the soap. Getting some soup in his eyes one moment which caused him to let out a small sound of discomfort as his eyes seemed to get even bluer. “I’m finished; close your eyes so you don’t see anything.” Cyril teased as he went to stand up after feeling like he wasted himself up enough. He didn’t want to end up all prune like or anything like that. Already stepping out of the tub and wobbling a little bit, but used the tub for some support to not end up slipping.