Beautiful baby [Open]

[Edward Scott]

Edward jerked awake and last night came back in a torrent of happy memories. Flashing through his mind was laughing, dancing, drinking, joking around and now he knew why he had a headache. He needed coffee. He moved his hand up to touch his forehead and gave a groan. At that point he froze feeling the stir beside him and his head yerked to the side with a quick snap when he realized he was not completely alone. In the bed beside him lay a female. It was always bad when he couldn't see their faces. That fear of waking up beside the worse choice started creeping up in his head.

He tried to recall faces from the night before and no female face came to mind as he searched a room that was clearly not his own OR that of one of his roommates. He knew he was naked and she was naked. She wasn't fat, so that was a good thing. His eyes slipped back to the girl, who's face was obscured by her pillow and carefully he lifted said pillow enough to see her face. A grin slipped across his face. She wasn't ugly at all. Edward sighed in relieve before slipping from between the covers and the search began for his clothes. When he was decent, he slipped out the room without so much as a goodbye note.

Chances were he'd see the girl around town but if that unfortunate incident did occur he'd simply use his age old excuse: 'You were so beautiful as you slept, baby, I didn't wanna wake you.' Worked every time. Edward smirked, walking down the main street of the little town he often occupied his free hours with in hopes that he'd see something unusual. Okay, so maybe his obsession was getting out of hand but how can people not wanna know about Meta-humans? People that could actually do incredible and unbelievable things. It wasn't something that should be hidden.

In his mind, it was something to be honoured. Edward watched as people put out flower displays, packed out fruits and set out card racks before their shops ready for another day of customers. He wondered if these ordinary seeming people were special and simply hiding it from the rest of the world. Edward shook his head and dropped it forward so his hair fell straight into his eyes when he saw the set of keys on the floor. He frowned and scooped them up before looking around for someone who might have dropped them.

[Yulia Sokolov]

Lia had gotten up early that morning, considering how much she valued her ability to sleep in on the weekends. Still, Saturdays meant that she could do near anything she pleased. She rolled out of bed and moved straight into standing up. Her bruising was clearly better, given how easy that motion had just been. She stretched, checking her back just a little further. There was relatively low muscle complaint. That was a marked improvement from where she had been at. Still, she wasn’t back up on top of her game, but the top of her game was something else entirely. So instead she could settle for just not damaged.

She was honestly surprised that she was up so much earlier than usual. Still she could not complain, it was a lovely if not rather cold day. Instantly she was aching to get out of the house, and she had a good excuse. There were a few things that she needed to pick up downtown. Well, she didn’t really need them, but it was a good excuse to make it down there. Maybe she could even get a few things that she didn’t need while she was out. All things considered she was finally feeling comfortable in Pilot Ridge. It had taken over a year, but she was pleased with herself, and she had her confidence back.

On her way out of the door Lia grabbed her jacket and shoved her house keys into them before setting off for the downtown. She walked quickly. The house wasn’t all that far away, but she was just mentally in a rush to get herself there. So Lia was nearly jogging in order to get downtown and start her day. Maybe she should call Kiko to join her? Or maybe Leila? Oh she would later, she wanted a little time to herself before she did anything like that. And as Lia made it into the downtown area she saw that she had not been alone in her idea. People seemed to be out and about in good number.

Lia slowed herself down, glancing from shop to shop and trying to decide where to start. She stuffed her hands into her pockets to warm them until the idea hit her, coffee. She pulled her hands out of her pockets and went in, knocking her keys out of her pocket. It wasn’t until she was situated with her coffee cup that she noticed a lack of jangling coming from her pocket. She felt there and realized her keys were gone. In a panic Lia picked up her cup and hurried out, only to nearly run smack into the person holding her keys.

“Oh,” she exclaimed in relief. “Sorry, those are my keys. I must have dropped them.”

[Edward Scott]

Edward didn't have to turn in circles looking like a lost puppy for too long before a girl came flying out of one of the coffee shops causing him to jump aside in order to avoid third degree burns from stray splashes.
"Whoooaaaaa hold on there, beautiful."
He purred with a trademark smirk plastered across his features. He held up the keys just out of her reach dangling them before her.

How the hell had he lived in this place for the last two months and not seen this little gem? Or had he encountered her before. Let's see... He rolled through his most recent achievements and found no name to suite the pretty face of the woman before him. She had curves in all the right places and her perfectly straight hair seemed to be screaming for that roll in the hay kinda look.
"These? Are yours?"

He smirked and wrapped her keys in his fingers closing his hand around it before placing that hand behind his back, while he pondered what she'd said.
"See, I don't know. I'll need to know more about you to be able to be certain I gave them to the right girl."
He finally gave her a warm smile and opened up his hand for her to take her keys.

"Since I haven't had breakfast yet and you look like this is your first cuppa, I think we might be able to work something out? How bout I pay for breakfast and you allow me to share your company. You're way too beautiful to be alone."
He gently took her cup from her hand and nodded to the cafe where she'd stumbled out of in such a hurry thinking she'd lost her keys. Good things always happened unexpectedly. Might be time to move onto his next conquest anyway.

[Yulia Sokolov]

Yulia was reaching out for the keys when she ended up stopped dead in her tracks. Wait, what had he just called her? Beautiful? Yulia was too surprised to do anything about it, instead opting just to look somewhat shocked. Yulia was somewhat inexperienced in situations like this. Generally she had always been an outside observer when she encountered them. After all none of the men in her military unit had dared hit on her, so it was few and far between when it came to her hearing compliments like that. Still, whoever this young man was he had something that she wanted, her keys.

She reached for the keys being dangled in front of her, but they were drawn away almost immediately. She stood here, hand in midair, still given him a look that could only be explained as confused. She looked around her a little, to see if anyone she knew was watching, but it didn’t look like it. So it was just her, him, and her keys, which now seemed to be held hostage behind his back. She was not sure how to go about getting them back from him without relying on some actions that might be seen as less than friendly.

”Well, I have a green keychain on them, and there are three keys on it…” She started trying to describe the keys in an attempt to make him give them back. However it was quickly becoming clear that this was not going to work. He was clearly manipulating this situation and she was in too much shock to do something effective about it. Her brow furrowed further as her cup of coffee was taken away from her as well.

”I guess that I could do that…” She hadn’t really been planning on breakfast, or company, or loosing her keys. She hesitated before going back into the café, but then headed inside. Once back in she turned to him. ”Could I have my keys though please? And my coffee?” Oh god she needed her coffee right now. Her voice was slightly muddled up given her confusion and her accent, but the request was clear enough.

"Who are you?"

[Edward Scott]

Edward found it pretty cute that she was taking his teasing so incredibly serious. Why did a woman in her twenties, judging from that fine little body she had on her, get to be so niave? Had she never been flirted with in her life? God it was sad that bombshells like this got to walk around without being totally swept off their feet by men like him all the time or maybe he was a dying breed and then he got not even a smirk from her to say she was in the mood for good natured flirting. Edward pursed his lips when she headed into the cafe tilting his head to check out the lower part of her body before she sat it down in a chair.

Edward's eyes sharply met hers when he heard the accent and again, like outside, he held the keys out for her to take if she wanted them. His eyes narrowed slightly trying to place the accent and ignoring her question about him.
"Are you Russian? I heard some of the most beautiful girls in the world come from Russia."
He smirked down at her cup once she had taken her keys before slipping past her to a table with chairs, and politely pulling one out for her to sit down.

"Take a seat. Half of this is already gone. I'll go get you a new one. "
Edward said softly and moved toward the counter ordering whatever she had in her cup and a fresh Espresso with a glass of orange juice for himself. He quickly took a menu for her and then joined her at her table.
"Do you smoke? "
Digging in his back pocket he pulled out a packet of cigarettes and held it out to her.

"If we're getting into who I am you'll be pulling out your hair by the end of the day. Long story but I was given the name Edward when I was born for some totally insane reason cause I don't even remotely resemble an Edward do I? What about you? I don't wanna be calling you beautiful all the time. I'll get about twenty people turning round to look."
He gave her a smirk pulling out a cigarette himself to pop it between his teeth. He knew he'd have to go outside and was dearly hoping she'd follow him out too.

[Yulia Sokolov]

Lia found herself in what might have been the strangest situation she had ever been in since she had come to Pilot Ridge. Her military background had not really prepared her for this at all, and she had perhaps done her she a miss service as well. As delightful as they were and as much as she loved them, surrounding herself with middle aged gay men and twenty to thirty year old women didn’t really help her deal with this situation in the least. Well at the least he was giving her back her keys now, and she was pleased about that. She took them from him and tucked them soundly into her pants pocket this time. No need to risk that one again.

Lia quirked an eyebrow at this question of his. Ohh, he was laying it on thick and she knew it, at least she did now. She tried to think of how best to answer this. Maybe she needed to make it clear to him who she was exactly. Yes, some clarification on that front might make things a little even at this point. Lia smiled, kindly, not delightedly and nodded. ”Yes, I am from Russia. I was in the military there, Ex special forces, black ops if you will, I believe that is what you call some of it here?” There was no clearer way to tell someone that you could kill them with your bare hands if you wanted, and if you were Lia you didn’t even need that much. Still, she had no interest in that anymore. She loved her new peaceful life.

All the same she did take the seat that she was offered, after all she was not rude. In addition part of her was slightly flattered by the attention. She took the drink when he returned with it and opened up the menu that was held out to her. Now that she was looking at it she was getting slightly hungry. Then came the one thing that Lia could never resist. She reached out and took the pack of cigarettes, checking the labels to make sure they weren’t menthols. Then she was on her feet as he was still speaking. She would never turn down a cigarette.

”Yulia, but most people just call me Lia.” She said it half in passing as once the words were out of her mouth she was heading out of the door. She took one of the cigarettes out of the pack and placed it between her lips before fishing in her pocket for a lighter and lighting it up. She took in a good drag and then let it out. Now that was refreshing in a way she figured that coffee could never be.

[Edward Scott]

Before Edward could even more a muscle more the Russian girl had snatched her own cigarette and was heading outside. Filthy habbit, Drew had always said. Edward agreed. It was a horrible, horrible habbit but had Drew ever sat down and observed someone pull the smoke from a long white cigarette. Had he seen the smoke curl from perfectly formed lips into the air like lazy waves washing across the sand. If he had, he'd find that the filthy habbit he was refering to was actually damned sexy. Edward has quit smoking. Never gonna happen.

Edward had quit sleeping around. Now that might happen when he actually stopped being afraid of his heart getting broken and he was damned sure no woman could break his heart. Not when it had been broken by his mother time and time again the moment she left him in the clutches of his old man every weekend when her was younger. Edward did all the heard breaking when it came to women. Edward smirked when the Russian girl got up and headed outside. He was actually pleasantly surprised that she actually was Russian.

She just looked and sounded Russian though but then so did Slovakian girls and Ukrainian girls and confusing them could lead to a fork through your eye... She'd said black Ops and he'd fallen silent after that. Maybe she thought she had managed to scare him off. It was time to seal the deal, if she was already sending death threats his way. He didn't know if he believed the black ops story but there you go. Edward got to his feet and headed out with her taking a lighter from her and lighting his own cigarette as she introduced herself?

Russian women were like this, he'd heard. Regardless he stepped out with her and watched her for a long moment.
"Ah that makes sense now."
Her confussion. It made sense why she was confused by his flirtation. It was only because she was so cold and frigid that no guy wanted to waste their time with her. Well wasn't she in luck since he could pretty much stand putting a little work into a girl.

"Lia? Am I annoying you? I'm not afraid of you by the way. If choosing between a normal housewife and you as my murderers... I'd choose you mainly because I wouldn't mind you being the last thing I saw before I died... or whatever..."
No, actually, DREW would be the last thing he saw when he died. He loved his fiance but this? It came so naturally that Edward felt high when he actually got a girl to the act of sex. It was like they were his drugs or something.

Edward smirked at the Russian, slowly lowering his cigarette back down to the filter.
"You're single? I don't mean to be annoying or overbearing. I forget I am sometimes but it's only cause I'm kinda excited. I've never met a Russian before. Tell me about Russia?"

[Yulia Sokolov]

Lia happily puffed on the cigarette. Now this was something she knew and something that she knew how to do. She could smoke a cigarette but she couldn’t flirt for crap, as her life had yet to require it of her. So this sudden sink into something so obviously outside of her personality was a little bit testing. The smoke would help her, even though she knew that she should quit. After all it didn’t seem to be so readily accepted here as it had been back home. Then again there were a whole new mess of vices that she could indulge in here, but once again she was not that kind of person, and she doubted she ever would be.

It had never occurred to Lia that someone might not believe her story. She could only imagine that it did sound farfetched, but it made sense given what she was. Then again Edward did not know what she was, and she wasn’t about to tell him. She didn’t just give out details like that about herself, heck, she didn’t even share what she could do with people who did know. Well, she had shared with two, and a few others had observed. That was an incident she would rather forget. Then again it didn’t matter anymore.

Lia tilted her head and looked at him. She wasn’t sure why he said it made sense. Maybe it explained her mannerisms? Oh, well that did make sense, old habits died hard after all. She just kind of shrugged the thought off. The only guy who she had felt anything for in her military years was her partner. Then she thought he was dead for a year, only for him to pop up right back here. Thrilling? Hardly, absolutely nothing had changed between them.

She glanced over at him when he voiced his question, posed to speak but it seemed he wasn’t done yet. She would have smiled but he killed it with the whatever. Still she had to answer him. ”No, you are not annoying me.” Not exactly. ”I am just not used to someone being so forward with me.” It was the honest truth, and she had to pause again before answering the next question as well

”Umm, yes, I am single.” Now Russia? Her certainly was curious. ”I am from Norilsk, which is up in the arctic circle. I haven’t been there in a while though, I have been in the military, at the base. After I left the military I moved here. Sorry to disappoint but I have not traveled Russia all that much, well, not he kind of traveling that would allow for any sort of memory of culture or landmarks. That was mostly true, she had seen Moscow, she had seen St. Petersburg. ”Where are you from?”

[Edward Scott]

Edward watched her puff. She seemed way more relaxed now. Also a little more interested in talking to him. She'd given him the impression that she was actually from Russia. She hadn't objected to it until the point when she said she was sorry to disappoint him. Edward frowned at her for the longest time when she mentioned her military base once again. She was really from the military? He took a deep drag of his cigarette while he watched her. She was also not used to people flirting with her? He really didn't get that. She was a beautiful girl.

How could she not be flirted with?
"Where do you live? In a hole? How can you not be used to men flirting with you? You're beautiful."
Edward chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before taking the last drag of his cigarette. He dropped it on the ground and killed it with the tip of his shoe before glancing around. Where he was from was hell. He didn't wanna remember. He didn't want to recall all the shit he'd been through in his fathers house in good old Britain.

She asked and he gave her a slight smile before moving to open the door for her so she could enter first.
"Manchester, England. That's where I am from. I can't believe I'm with a black ops girl. I thought you guys weren't supposed to tell people for whom you work or worked. I thought that your lives and other people's lives depended on the whole secrecy thing..."
Edward wasn't entirely sure if bedding this one would have been a good idea. She might get her heart broken and sneak through his window to kill him at midnight or something scare like that.

That really didn't sound like a good time to him. Maybe they could be just friends or something. Damn she was hot though. Such a shame she was a bit of a freak.
"I'll tone down the being forward part if you like. I'll behave Lia."
Edward gave her a smirk.