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No School Like Old School 4a/7
Date: 2012-04-11 10:08 pm (UTC)The dancers don’t seem to bat an eye when Cass climbs on the stage, dragging Gabrielle behind. A couple of guys in the audience whoop, and Cass gives them a sassy salute. The catcalls start, and Cass jumps off the stage, heading in the direction of her ‘admirers’. Raul’s not sure whether she intends to fuck them up or just fuck them, but the distraction gives Gabrielle a chance to escape the spotlight, hurrying over towards the courtyard doors. Her face looks very red.
Without a second thought, he follows her. She’s the boss, and he’s got to look out for her, but it’s more than that. Being around girls like Cass and Gabrielle, having them tease and taunt and flatter him, makes a guy think he might not be over the hill just yet. It’s an idea Raul didn’t have much time for – not when he can feel his joints creak with every bend and knows there’s a place at the back of his mind that’s starting to get foggy – but it was enough, it was enough to let a spark of emotion, of affection, start to burn inside him. Travelling with her, day in, day out, and tonight, seeing her in that dress...
It’s enough to fan the flames a little higher, is all. And that ferocious vaquero part of him that cares for her isn’t going to let her run out into the courtyard without him making sure she’s alright.
She’s sat by the edge of the pool, legs folded beneath her, hands against her cheeks. He approaches her quietly, settling beside her.
“Chica?” For a moment, he forgets to call her ‘boss’.
She jumps a little and looks up at him. “Raul! God, I’m sorry, I know I just ran out, I –“ She gave that same, awkward laugh she’d given before, but this time it smacked more of hysteria than humour.
He was halfway to asking her if she was alright when she continued, unbidden.
“I’m not good with places like this,” she blurts. “Not that – well, it’s not that I don’t like it, and I don’t have anything against it, I mean, it just – how do you act in there? When they start coming onto you? When guys start wolf-whistling you? It’s great if you’re Cass, if you just get it, but what if you’re not, and what if you want to, but you’ve got no idea where to begin, and all that flirting is like – just another language to you, and...” She seems to run out of steam there, putting her hands over her eyes. “I’m such an idiot.”
He raises his arm, ready to loop it around her shoulders to comfort her, but he pauses, remembering her reaction in the suite. But his unasked question is answered when she leans against him. He drops his arm around her.
“Sure sounds like you got a lot going on there,” he offers.
She’s shaking, he realises. She’s not unhappy, though, just embarrassed. It’s adorable, and makes the fierce, protective instinct inside him surge. “I don’t think that this is weird. It’s not that I’m – it’s not that I don’t like this sort of thing. It’s just – there’s so much fucking sex! How are you supposed to deal with that if you’ve never –“
Gabrielle cuts herself of, and Raul feels her body go rigid against his. He’s torn, between wanting to ask, and knowing she never meant to let that slip. The meaning’s obvious, though, and for a moment he can’t stop the thought that flashes into his mind – Gabrielle, prone beneath him; Gabrielle, innocent in white; Gabrielle, virginal and beckoning him forwards, whispering for him to be gentle –
“I’m sure there are a lot of virgins in the wastes,” she says, suddenly and defensively.
“Definitely,” he tells her, patting her arm, when a thought occurs to him. “But I thought – we thought – that night you went to find Benny, ask about the chip –“
She sucks in a breath, shakes her head vehemently. “No,” she says, with venom. “Never. I told him – I pretended – I had no idea what I was doing but he took me to his suite and I just –“
She looks down at her hands. Raul has a pretty good idea how Swank took over The Tops.