Just Like in the Movies

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth was distracted enough to not see anything past what Beau said, making a non-committal noise from the back of her throat to acknowledge that she heard him. She did, however, notice him licking his fingers and tried hard not to stare.

Laughing at the push, Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "You think you're trying to forget. Some dork tried to put some of the moves from the movie on me after that. Mind you, I was flattered but who wants to be wooed with the moves from a C-grade movie?"

Snorting at his retort at her theory, she had to turn to look at him, quirking her eyebrows repeatedly. "You tryna tell me I'm too smart for coming up with that, Beau? It's okay, we all know who's the brains in this operation." She waved her thumb in the space between them and chuckled.

The question about drinks had her pointing to the Doctor Who mini fridge she had procured in a flea market. The ensuing comment made her raise an eyebrow at the screen before turning to Beau. "I'm not a taco LaRoux." She snorted before smirking at him and pushing her hair away from her neck and moving closer to him. "But you're welcome to take a sip."

[Beau LaRoux]

"Yeah, everyone knows it at least takes B-grade moves to charm Lizzy Edison," drawled Beau, grinning again. He was soon chuckling, which only increased as Liz degraded his theory. In truth, he was pretty sure she was the intelligent one here, but he couldn't say for sure. He did alright in school and all, but most of his actual knowledge and training involved either flirting or playing music (which, thankfully, went hand in hand all too often). Thankfully, he got to test both on Liz. Well, maybe "test" was the wrong word for it...

No, no, there was definitely some testing going on here. Beau's attention went to the indicted fridge for all of about ten seconds before landing very squarely on Liz Edison's neck. This was just wholly unfair. Because he wasn't sure that taking a nip wouldn't be seen as, well, what he kinda wished it would be seen at, but he couldn't very well leave it alone either. So there was this awkward few seconds of staring while Beau's brain tried to give him the best answer.

It landed on what the hell. And Beau gave Liz a quick nip on the neck, just a little nibble, feeling her warm flesh against his lips and teeth. just that quick contact, and Beau was already hopping down off the bed, heading for the fridge. "Yer right, you ain't at all like a taco," he drawled, "ain't Mexican enough, an' that was a little more sweet than spicy," he smacked his lips, as if enjoying the lingering taste of Liz.

[Elizabeth Edison]

"Exactly. I'm all class up in heah." She gestured to herself and smirked. Getting Beau to laugh seemed to be one of those things Elizabeth liked to do. No, it had nothing to do with how cute he looked while laughing. Not at all.

The effect she knew she had on Beau made her blush a little. Yes, she knew, but it didn't change the fact that she liked it. And when she finally felt his lips and teeth on her skin, she swore she burned up like a forest fire. Thankfully, the contact only lasted for two seconds before he went to get his drink so she had time to calm herself down.

She hit pause on the screen as she waited for Beau to come back. His words were had another effect on her and she had to bite her lower lip from making any embarrassing noises at them. "You would know your spices." She forced a smirk on to her lips and flapped her top against her skin, trying to get some semblance of coldness on her again.

At this rate, they weren't going to go through the movie and she wanted to suggest they forego it altogether. She wanted to make out with Beau. After that nip, Jesus.

"Get me one would ya? Get the one right at the back. Those are the coldest."

[Beau LaRoux]

Liz wasn't the only one heating up; Beau was blaming his on her ability or something. Maybe the movie had gotten super interesting in the few seconds that he was away. Aww, who the hell was he kidding? What girl wasn't gonna react to having a guy take a nibble at her neck. Problem was that Beau wasn't the least bit sorry about it either. He found himself humming a bit as he headed to the fridge, the lyrics buzzing through his mind: You know I'd fall apart without you; I don't know how you do what you do; 'Cause everything that don't make sense about me; Makes sense when I'm with you. He paused for a moment, shaking his head. She was his closest friend, albeit an extremely attractive one; you just didn't think like that about your best friend.

Unless you were Beau, apparently.

Who was just realizing that he had the fridge door open. He thought he'd heard her say something about spices, which was probably a remark to his dating past, but he couldn't be sure. He did catch her last request: "Sure thin', yer majesty," he drawled. He reached back, pulling out a couple of cans, making sure to grab Pepsi. He was hardly surprised to find that Liz had some of that on hand, considering how often he dropped by. Heck, it might've been stuff he'd brought at some point.

Beau carried both back, before plopping down on the bed next to Liz. He held out one of the sodas, then nodded to the screen. "You didn't have to stop it; I could hear jus' fine. Ain't like I'm gonna miss one of the kills or nothin'. Jus' give me another reason to sprint back to the bed," he winked at Liz then, that grin spreading.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Chuckling at Beau's response to her request, Elizabeth waited until he was in bed to position herself properly again with the laptop.

"Yeah, and the only reason you'd sprint back in here is the movie." She raised a suggestive eyebrow before unpausing the movie. She took the can and held it straight against her neck, seeping in the cold with a soft sigh. Wow that felt good against her skin.

She moved the can up to her face, pressing it against her cheek and then her eyes and then her forehead, making sure everything felt cold because she was getting a lot hotter than she had initially felt when Beau came into the room.

[Beau LaRoux]

"C'mon, ya already know I love ya, Liz," drawled Beau, winking roguishly and reaching to pull the tab on his soda. His eyes had initially returned to the screen, his dedication and determination to pretend like he hadn't just nibbled at Liz coming to a forefront. Beau had just taken a sip when he realized that he hadn't heard a matching sound coming from Liz. he looked over at the corner of his eye and saw her holding the can up, right where he could've sworn he'd nibbled just a few moments ago.

And he found his eyes following the can for a few moments. The lines of the song fluttered through his mind again: Cause I wanna wrap you up; Wanna kiss your lips; I wanna make you feel wanted; And I wanna call you mine. And Beau again became all too aware of the truth in those words. Still, he fought it down, instead moving to hold his cool can against her arm, his expression a mixture of concern and tease.

"You doin' alright there, Lizzy? You're feelin' hot, well, hotter'n normal," he said, his eyes flicked to the screen. No, not there; they were just talking about the murder or whatever. Maybe if the movie had been better Beau would have actually paid attention. "Do, uh, do ya need me to dig out an' ice pack or somethin'?" that had happened before, though usually during summer or something. Beau was also looking for the thermostat, wondering if he shouldn't try turning on the air. He could always put on more clothes; if Liz took any off, they were in trouble.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Tilting her head in amusement, she rolled her eyes and chuckled at his statement, not showing how much the words made her heart race. Come on, Edison. Get a grip on yourself.

She hadn't noticed that Beau was looking at her until she felt her arm cool up. Her eyes flew open and she looked down at him, his words making her heat up a little out of embarrassment. "I don't know...summer's coming so that could be the problem." She half-lied, lowering the can and pulling the tab back before taking a long sip.

The screen was showing an intimate moment between the lead and her boyfriend before cutting to a scene where someone was watching them. "Well, that rules out the lead and the boyfriend."

[Beau LaRoux]

Ah, right, the increasing temperatures; Beau had nearly forgotten about that. Just like clockwork, Liz got hot every summer. About the time Beau was ready to take his shirt off outside, she started getting these crazy hot flashes and had to cool down a lot. He readily nodded, though he didn't move the can at all, figuring that Liz would appreciate the cool even if it meant he was drinking lukewarm Pepsi. He'd gotten used to that after getting it for so long in various bars.

The movie kept going, of course, and Beau looked to it. He nodded at Liz's comment, pointing, "An' whoever is doin' the killin' is some kinda pervert too." Which he supposed wasn't that surprising, not really. Beau got back into the movie, figuring that was what they were there for, after all. Well, actually they were there because they liked to spend time together; the movie was just a convenient excuse. They'd probably be playing music together in a week or so, or maybe actually attempting to study or something. Beau let his mind wander for a bit and, without really thinking about it, he reached over and laced his fingers in Liz's again. Beau settled in, slouching a bit and moving a little closer to Liz. She still felt warm, bordering on hot, and Beau had a feeling he was picking that up too. He was used to it by now though; it just sort of came with being around Liz.

"'bout time they got to more killin'," drawled Beau, half-joking as he pointed with his "soda hand" at the screen before taking another sip. The killer had gone on to kill a few more teenagers, who, were at least not half naked this time.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Thankfully, Beau accepted her reasoning, even though they both knew summer in Montana wasn't as treacherous as anywhere else. Well, it wasn't a complete lie. Anything above 40 is too much for her anyway.

Elizabeth had to agree with Beau's deduction, flinching as she realised just how right he was what with the camera angles of the movie. But then again, that could just be the cameraman. Either way, the movie was turning out to be a pretty grossly made one. And it wasn't even the blood.

The fingers sliding through hers made her smile and she pressed against Beau naturally. She tried to keep her abilities at a bare minimum but what with her emotions running like a rollercoaster, it was sort of a bit hard.

"At least they're clothed this time." Elizabeth noted, sharing Beau's sentiment even if he didn't voice it out.

She leaned to her right, stretching out her hand to put the can on a sturdier surface before taking her bag of Cheetos and upending it into her mouth. Classy indeed.

[Beau LaRoux]

It really didn't surprise Beau that this movie was on the sleazier end of things. Most horror films had to get their audience somewhere, and it wasn't like this was the first schlock-fest that the two of them had sat through before. Beau still watched, looking as ever for the excuse to spend more time with Liz. Of course, when she offered commentary, he was willing to chime in as well: "Don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing," he mentioned as the killer got the murder on. Blood, guts, and there was Liz, leaning right across Beau to put up a can of soda.

It is at this time that it bears mentioning that despite being a near perfect Southern gentleman and great friend, despite having been around Liz for quite some time, and despite being "absorbed" into the film, Beau was still very much a young man. So when an attractive girl leaned against him, practically pressing her best parts against him, he was bound to have reactions. Reactions that Beau did his damndest to hide, mostly through squirming and other time tested guy ways of hiding such things.

And then she dumped a bag of cheetos in her mouth, which she likely thought was unattractive. Girls often forgot that sometimes guys wanted to know that they made a girl comfortable enough to drop little acts, and that guys would just love watching a hot girl do something like that. Beau actually ended up jumping as a scream came out of the laptop, nearly jerking his soda. He felt a bit slop onto his hand and he had to move to suck at the can rather noisily, giving the laptop a glare.

"Yeah, we definitely ain't watchin' horror next week," he muttered, slurping up more excess soda around the can. He chuckled though, especially as he realized that they still hadn't unwound their hands.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Looking like she was actually mulling over the rhetoric, Elizabeth shrugged and chuckled. "Well, the blood isn't gushing out and guts aren't spilling all over so I say that's a pretty good thing." She paused and turned to him with a smirk. "For queasy queens like you."

She should have noticed Beau's reaction to her leaning over. What she would have done with it, she didn't know but she would have done something. Probably would have made it even worse for him. She was just a very terrible person and frankly, she wanted Beau to have reactions when it came to her.

When Beau jumped, Elizabeth's eyes popped open and she turned to her best friend just as he sent a glare to her laptop. "Fine. It's your turn to pick the movie anyway." She gave him a small smile. "Okay...I'm not feeling this movie. D'you wanna do something else?"

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau nearly groaned at being called a queasy queen. He was tempted to ask if Liz had gone and dressed a deer or something, but he didn't feel like being quite that mean. Plus, knowing his luck, she'd actually done it, then roasted it on the spot and ate it or something (which he was totally not picturing with some akin to arousal, because that would be wrong). Not that such mental images would help, what with having the overheated body pressed against him mere moments later.

Then there was the slightly embarrassing jumping thing, though Beau was getting his revenge with all the glaring. Liz might've taken it the wrong way, or maybe she just realized that this was a godawful movie, because she was awfully quick to suggest something else. Beau took a deep breath, looking around the room for a bit.

"I guess we could. Though ain't it supposed to be movie night?" this last was said in more than a half-teasing tone. This would hardly be the first movie night that had turned into music night, or board game night, or study night (those weren't quite as bad as they sounded) or occasionally talk about hard news that they'd gotten from their families night (those were). "I'm up for whatever you got in mind though," said Beau, looking back. "I reckon we could always dig out a guitar," he looked around, trying to see if he saw any amid the relative squalor which was Liz's bedroom.

Because of course the first thing Beau LaRoux thought of was music.
Well, second, technically.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth had dressed a deer before. Under her dad's careful scrutiny of course. With him constantly telling her where she could go wrong and then getting her brother to help her with it. She didn't mind, obviously. She was nine and that deer had been twice her size. She needed all the help she could get.

Not that she would ever tell Beau. Apart from the fact that the boy wasn't interested in hunting as much as she was, Elizabeth didn't need him knowing she had a thing for that sort of stuff. Hell, she didn't want anybody knowing things like that about her.

She was thinking the exact same thing about their supposed scheduled nights. They never go accordingly, which she was sometimes pretty grateful for. But when Beau suggested pulling out their guitars, Elizabeth srunched her nose up as she closed her laptop and slid it under her bed.

"I was thinking more along the lines of dare or dare." She shrugged, stretching her leg out and realising their hands were still entwined. She pulled her hand out and ran it through her hair. "Of course, most of the things I want you to do right now involve getting out of the room, which I'm...really lazy to because you are ridiculously comfortable." She grinned and leaned into him for emphasis.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau didn't notice the immediate scrunching of the nose, but he did eventually notice it, which made him grin in response. That usually meant that he'd scored some kinda paydirt, or that he could push an issue and get some more squirming reaction. Then again, it could also be a fairly standard reaction to Beau's fairly standard suggestion; what with that whole tendency to rely on music.

"Wait a tic, ain't it supposed to be truth or dare?" asked Beau, looking at Liz with raised brows. She leaned into him and he released her hand, instead moving the arm around to encircle her about the shoulders, pulling her in a little more and obviously offering himself up as a pillow. "I have been told that I'm quite cuddly," drawled Beau, grinning. Liz would know damn well who was most likely to call Beau cuddly, excluding present company of course. Beau shifted again, then moved slightly, stretching to put his own soda next to Liz's. The temperature had seemed to dim into a sort of normal Liz, meaning something like being next to an overworked battery or something.

"Now lemme think," said Beau. he tapped the hand around Liz against her far arm. "Yer thinkin' dare an' dare 'cuz you're thinkin' that there ain't nothin' we don't already know 'bout each other, right?" Beau nodded at that, then scrunched up his face. "Well, I'm thinkin'----yeah, that's prolly right," he sighed, rolling his eyes and leaning back a bit, smiling at Liz, "an' I'm way too comfortable to move, so your dares would have to be somethin' easy. Maybe we should jus' put on another movie or somethin'. I'll even let you pick again, since your first choice was just so awful."

Truthfully, Beau had half thought about suggesting listening to music. He'd also thought of various other activities that boys and girls could do whilst alone, but again: he wasn't about to start suggesting that. the snuggling was nice enough, and totally acceptable.

[Elizabeth Edison]

She knew it was dangerous territory when Beau circled his arms around her. Why? Because of all the people she'd ever been with, emotionally and physically, she always had Beau to come back to. But whenever he did things like this, she always wanted more and more didn't necessarily mean good. Flirting with a best friend was not a good thing, was it?

But damn it if it didn't feel good.

"Well yeah. I mean I am the only one in this whole school who knows about your fear of the warty hag." She chuckled, poking his stomach. "Augh okay fine. We'll just listen to music or something. It's kinda getting too late to concentrate on a movie anyway." She lazily pulled away from Beau to get her music player, hooking it up to her portable speakers and turned the volume down just a bit so she didn't disturb her roommates.

She got comfortable in bed, pulling Beau next to her, ignoring all her previous qualms about having him this close to her. It felt way too good to have his arms around her and he smelled amazing.

"Don't leave tonight." Elizabeth stated quietly.