For the Love of Evil

[Syntaphar]

At the time of her offer, Dario was laying a sheet down on the chair so he wouldn't wake up with lines all over him. Upon hearing her, he spun around a bit faster than he might have liked to maintain his cool and in control appearance. He raised an eyebrow at her. As far as he could tell, she was serious in her offer. He laughed along with her at the joke she added at the end. He had to admit, the bed was awfully tempting, perhaps more so than it was before. His mouth split into yet another grin.

"Well, Frankie, I don't know about promising anything, but if you're sure, I'd be happy to take you up on your offer. It's been a long day, and I could do with a good rest." He knew it, she knew it. That bed was wonderful. it called to him. He pulled the sheet off the chair, folded it into a small square and set it onto a nearby table. He then walked over to the empty side of the bed and pulled the covers down, careful not to pull them away from Frankie.

[Skylar]

She moved over to her own side of the bed, and curled up under the blankets with her back turned toward his side of the bed. Snuggling all up with her legs pulled up also, she pushed her one arm under her pillow and yawned loudly. "I figured you could use a good nights sleep as well. No reason for you to be all cramped on that damn chair, when more then half of the bed will go to waste."

Her lids fluttered closed, and open again. Sleep could have been immediate had she allowed it to be. It was odd, feeling the heat from another person so close to her as she slept, but she wasn't complaining. "Thank you for all this. I'm not sure why you're being so nice to me, but I really don't deserve it."

Again she yawned, only to stretch out for a moment, her fingertips grazing him ever so lightly. She didn't call attention to it though, it was an innocent accident...right? "G'night Dario."

[Syntaphar]

Putting out what little light there was in the room on the nearby end table, Dario pulled the covers up over the top of him. He sat up with a peculiar look on his face, noticing something. Rustling around under the sheets for a moment, he pulled out three knives he had forgotten to remove from his pants. There were disadvantages to having no feeling in one's legs. He slipped two of the knives into the end table and slid the third into the pillow case on which he was resting his head. Even if it wasn't much good as insurance, he felt better with it nearby.

Once fully back under the covers, he rustled a bit more taking his shirt off and set it in a neat pile next to the bed. He never could stand sleeping with a shirt. he listened to Frankie talk while he did all this. "Don't even mention it, Frankie. Even if you didn't deserve it for any other reason, you've had a long day, and I wanted to help bring you down easy from it. Hopefully it will be another big day tomorrow, but in a different way. Have nice dreams, Frankie."

[Skylar]

A big day tomorrow? She only wondered to herself what he might have planned. She didn't continue on with any conversation, she was ready for sleep, begging for rest. And gladly it came swiftly.

Sleep was not particularly peaceful though. Dreams, nightmares of the building falling down around her. Only, it wasn't the fault of Dario. No. Xavier floated high above the ruble watching it crumble all around her as she screamed for help. Arms reaching for him as he laughed at her discomfort. Never once taking the risk of saving her....

[Syntaphar]

Dario's dreams were strange as well, as often they were after one of his assassination attempts. The battle replayed over in his head, so he could watch what went wrong, what he could do better next time. It really was a very good effort, he though. One he would probably need to recreate if he had any chance of finishing this later. He needed to wait for Xavier to get complacent. Hopefully Xavier thought he died in the wreckage. Surprisingly though, his dreams continued on after that, something they didn't usually do, and brought him through his escape with Frankie. At least he could be happy about how that one ended up.

The next morning, Dario woke up with no small amount of difficulty. As his eyes slowly opened, he noticed he had his arm around Frankie, a position he must have jostled himself into in the night. He felt a bit awkward, and didn't want to move for the chance that it woke her up. So he just laid there, planning to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep when she finally awoke.

[Skylar]

Beginning to stir, she tossed and turned a bit. When she stopped however she was facing Dario, his arm still draped over her. Her eyes had yet to open as she nuzzled into his shoulder and lay her head there for a resting place.

With a furrowed brow she reached up trying to make her “pillow” more comfortable, only to find it wasn't a pillow at all! Slowly her sleepy eyes opened as her hand traveled up his arm. Realizing at once what had happened, it was as if she was immediately awake.

“Oh...OH....Sorry.” Oddly enough she didn't move particularly fast. In fact, she didn't even look to see if he was awake right away. With her head still on his shoulder she spoke once more. “Dario, are you awake?” Lightly she nudged him. She'd be damned if she be the only one embarrassed at the moment. After all it was his arm draped over her, and she doubt that was her doing.

[Syntaphar]

Dario did the best he could to hold back a smile when Frankie realized what was going on. It was all very awkward, but he could appreciate the humor of the situation. When Frankie nudged him, he took the chance to fake jostling around in his sleep and roll the other way. He even threw in a few tired noises to seal the deal. However, something sort of nagged at him. Did he really have a reason to fake ignorance here? He figured he already was pretty innocent for waking up in that position, wasn't he? And he did promise that he wouldn't lie to Frankie. with a little sneer at himself, he responded: "Yeah, Frankie, I'm awake. I've been awake."

He thought for a moment at how that might have sounded, and sat up a little, turning back to face her. The way he said it, it sounded like his arm was around her on purpose. "Don't worry Frankie, it's not as bad as it must have sounded. I woke up a minute or two ago, in that very position, and figured moving my arm away would wake you up. So I figured I didn't want to disturb you."

[Skylar]

She couldn't hold back her early morning laughter, nor did she want to. It was obviously a bit uncomfortable for the both of them at some level, but in all honesty, it was no big deal. Things like this were bound to happen in tight areas.

“It could be worse you know. No reason to sweat the small stuff. I mean, least we didn't wake up naked.” She made a surprised face at him and peeked under the blankets, as if making sure. Again she laughed heartily and plopped back down on her comfy pillows.

“So, any big plans for today?” She felt revitalized. Rejuvenated. She couldn't recall a sleep so peaceful. With her arms and feet peeking from the blankets she stretched with a loud groan. “This bed is woooonderful!”

[Syntaphar]

Dario was quite glad, Frankie didn't make a big thing out of it. She was right, it wasn't a big deal, but honestly it could very well have become one if someone freaked out over it. He listened to her joke and laughed himself, sticking his tongue out at her. He always got a little bit immature in the mornings. He smiled at her stretching out, realizing how nice it must have been to finally sleep after the long day she had. He thought for a moment. Did he have any big plans? He felt confident that Xavier would be in no state to follow him for a few days, and Dario didn't know where to find him. Furthermore, no one else saw his face. So he had a free day, he figured.

"No, Frankie, I didn't have anything planned concretely. Although, if you want to have your make-up night out tonight, I could do that. But if you're too sore, I could understand that too." Dario briefly wondered what he was getting into by having offered her that night out. It was unfamiliar territory to him, and that's exactly why he did it. Life's no fun if it doesn't keep you on your toes.

[Skylar]

Quickly she winced ever so slightly. She was in fact a bit sore this morning, but nothing she couldn't deal with. “A night out sounds wonderful to be honest. My body does hurt some, but nothing a hot bath and moving around can't handle.” She stuck her tongue out at him in return. She too could be chilish.

Rolling her her side to face him, she remained curled up in the blanket. It was soft...warm and oh so comfy, she wasn't ready to get up yet. “I'll leave the plans in your hands, I don't know anything about this place yet really.”

Again she stuck her tongue out at him. Something deep down told her that this idea would or could make him slightly uncomfortable. While, he had been charming toward her thus far, she was sure he wasn't a lady killer.....unless paid to be....literally....

[Syntaphar]

Dario gave a blank smile as Frankie winced. He wondered exactly how much of her pain she was letting show. He leaned up on his side of the bed, careful to draw just enough of the covers to cover himself, but not pull any away from her. Reaching down to the side of the bed, he grabbed a spare shirt he had lying around. He mused on how he wasn't as organized in day to day life as when he was working. Slipping the shirt on temporarily, he turned to Frankie. "Alright, I can understand needing a hot bath. If you feel like you're up to it, I got no problems."

He shifted in the bed, giving her more of the covers. She seemed so happy with this bed, and Dario wasn't about to make her move. He raised an eyebrow to her challenge and smiled, shaking his head when she stuck her tongue out. He of course followed it with his own. He had to think for a minute. He was honestly rather new to this city himself. But he figured he would do his best. "Well... I suppose I have a buddy in town who owns a restaurant. Small, secluded, no more likely to fall down with us in it than it is already. I bet he would treat us real nice. That sound any good, or were you looking for something else?"

[Skylar]

She gladly took the extra blankets and pulled them up over her head. She could stay in this bed for eternity, well...if it didn't make her so stiff. With a feminine grunt, she raised her hands above her head and stretched out. “Of course I'm up for it. What woman doesn't enjoy indulging in a hot bath, hm?”

With that being said she tossed the blankets back and slid to the edge of the bed. Man her body ached, sore was an understatement. She was glad she had her back to him so he couldn't see her pain riddled face.

“Yeah, no...that sounds fine. In fact it sounds wonderful. When do you wanna do this?” She didn't even know what time it was or how long they had slept. All she knew was that she felt well rested which could very well have to do with the bed and not the length of rest she got.

[Syntaphar]

Dario sat up in the bed, resting on his arms that he had thrown behind himself for support. He thought to himself for a moment about how much he just wanted to laze around the whole day. But then a thought occurred to him. He actually had no clue what time it was. With a bit of hesitation, he rolled out of the bed and shuffled over to the window, leaning out and looking up into the sky. It was well into morning, and in fact was getting rather close to noon. He turned back grinning to Frankie, half wanting to call her a slacker for sleeping in too late, before realizing he was in the same position. He replied in a half-serious tone: "I dunno. I think we should wait til evening, though. The place is best for dinner, and I prefer the dark anyway."

He stretched a prolonged stretch, keeping his hand against the window frame for support. Walking back over to the bed, he reached for the pillow, fluffing it back up. As he pulled his hand away, he withdrew a small knife from the underside of the pillowcase and attached it to one of his belt loops. With an almost sheepish grin, he looked back over. "Don't take it as anything personal. That knife was going to be in there whether you were in the bed or not."

[Skylar]

“Tonight sounds good. Far as I'm concerned we can hang around here and do a whole lotta nothing!” One, she was liking his company. More so then she probably should be. Two, she was sore, so very sore, she didn't dare want to admit walking about and doing something sounded more like work then fun.

Since it became apparent they weren't going anywhere anytime soon, she leaned down and placed her hands on the bed, climbing back onto it. One might think she looked sexy, all stretched out, feline movements carrying her back towards the pillows. Fact was....she hurt like hell.

“It's odd, but I'm not even hungry. What time is it anyways?” It had to be later in the morning. Sleeping in was something she used to dream about. The places she slept, you only did so for an hour or two she you weren't an easy target for someone looking to make away with your belongings.

[Syntaphar]

"You know what, nothing sounds pretty good about now. Rule one of having an eventful life is if one night goes a little too fast, you take a slow day to make up for it if you can. But of course, I'm sure you knew all about that already, Frankie." Dario smirked a little, trying to let on he knew more than he actually did. He hadn't been thinking about it a lot, but she knew a lot more about his way of life (or something of the sort) than she let on at first. But there was no doubt about it, from the knives she had hidden to the way she carried herself walking through the office building. He wasn't sure what she was, but a rank amateur wasn't it.

Pausing in his thought for a moment, he answered her question. "You know, I'd say it's just about eleven, maybe noon. I'd make fun of you for sleeping in, but I did too, and I don't think either of us can be blamed for it." He was pretty certain on that last point. He went over it in his head, and they had gone through at least three life or death situations on the way back home by his count. But maybe he was embellishing it with the security guard he knocked out. He sat back down on the foot of the bed and rested back a little. It was up to their stomachs to decide when they'd leave.