#grayson feat. pilar

[thursdaygrl]

there's some pride to take in the sight of her practically stunned into silence for a moment and grayson wears it all over, smirking and chuckling softly as he watches her. the response he gets is admittedly less confident and forward than his own, but he's endeared by pilar's apparent shyness in the face of him genuinely liking to be around her. not the worst? he'll take it! he snorts at her question that follows up that brief moment of something different. "ouch, you think i should be on a strict regimen? i'm not appearing in a marvel movie or something and i don't really need the six pack to choreograph the dances... though clearly you're fond of it." he teases. "i can manage a slice of pizza, i think."

i do intend to. it feels nice — refreshing, even — to have it all out there. to not have to worry or wonder if her desire is reciprocated. even if, technically, hooking up with grayson would be a very bad idea. but having a misguided one night stand is certainly better than entering some kind of relationship, and the more she lets him charm her, the closer she lets him get, the more fucked pilar is in the long run. and yet. "well, i..." shakes her head and laughs softly, nudging him back in an attempt to stall. she isn't great at sincerity. "i guess you aren't the worst person to hang out with." and then the moment's gone. rolls her eyes as they continue to walk. "can you even eat carbs this week?"

[thursdaygrl]

if there's anything about this that grayson is supposed to be concerned about, he's certainly not thinking about it. not possible repercussions nor rushing this along to a particular destination. he possesses a patience, yes, but pilar's elaboration prompts only a furrowed brow. "that presumes that i'm only doing all this to get into your pants... which, of course, i do intend to get to, but if you haven't noticed, i actually enjoy your company." he nudges her a little, eyes focusing on her as his gaze softens, just for a second. "besides, i think we might need some stamina for the rest of our night."

can't help but laugh softly as she makes her way out the door, brows raised in mock surprise. "oh, you will, will you? lucky me." this is, objectively, a bad idea. it might be a grey area, ethics wise, considering he's sort of her client, but pilar is in far too deep to care about the consequences. she'll deal with it all in the morning. "prolonging the inevitable, obviously," she answers matter-of-factly, once they've hit the sidewalk. the city at night feels warm and electric and alive. "i mean, we could be hooking up right now, instead of getting greasy pizza."

[thursdaygrl]

it feels like a win, having her give in to a request that was more of a joke than a shot in the dark at more of her time and attention. grayson doesn't let his surprise show, though, he's all smooth sailing and suave grins, standing up a little straighter as he glances past her. "...y'know, sure, i'll take it." he offers his elbow, quirking an eyebrow in her direction. "elaborate on that one for me. what's torture, exactly?" he asks casually, beginning to lead her down the street, now in search of fluorescent lighting and the smell of garlic.

god, is he cute. if he wasn't, she surely wouldn't be shrugging easily and smiling like some sort of cheshire cat; wouldn't be so willing to play the long game, if's that what he prefers. (and it's a main reason why she doesn't physically recoil at the use of sweetheart, as she would have with so many others.) "alright, fine. i'll buy you a slice, since no other places are open this late." tilts her head, as if challenging him. "but you're only torturing yourself, gray."

[thursdaygrl]

a waste of time. it earns a momentarily astonished blink from grayson, but he catches up to pilar's line of thinking. he nods, unable to stifle the way he breaks out in a grin at her words. okay, yes, obviously he wants to fuck her, but — "think you might have the wrong idea there, sweetheart. slow your roll. you gotta at least buy me dinner first." despite his words, somehow he's inched even closer to her.

she sets the glass down behind her when he steps closer, trying her best to appear largely unaffected by this whole thing. easier said than done, though, when he keeps looking at her like that. "sure i have. i just think it's a waste of time." sends him an easy shrug and a slight smirk. "the whole will they won't they thing only ever worked for ross and rachel. isn't it easier to just... get right to the fucking?"

[thursdaygrl]

it's succinct and grayson is kind of impressed at how easily she doesn't stumble over stating it out loud, not that he gives her much reason to doubt herself. pursing his lips, he steps nearer, pretending to be thinking nice and hard about it all. "you know, let's say, for argument's sake that's true, you've never been friends with someone you wanted to take to bed?"

it's hard, not to squirm under his intense gaze, but pilar manages. "like you want me," she answers simply, as though it's the most obvious thing in the world. "but hey, if that's unintentional and i've got this all wrong, just let me know."

[thursdaygrl]

oh, he just can't help himself, blue eyes finding hers with complete and total focus. "and how is it that i look at you, exactly? i might need you to elaborate on that one."

"i mean, friends don't really look at me the way you do, so... yeah?" can't help but smirk at him over her wine glass, head tilting in a silent challenge.