Juliet responded to his moan with one of her own, tilting her head back slightly as his hands found their place on her a.ss. The whole thing was messed up if one were to think about it, but she didn’t have time to think—and she didn’t even care if he was immortal and stranger to her.
Nathan felt so alive, more so than he had in a long, long time. It'd been so long since he'd been with a woman. He forgot how amazing it could be, and something about Juliet was so much stronger than his previous encounters.
Juliet was quite taken with him, indeed. Any other guy wouldn’t be allowed to move so quickly with her, kissing her this deeply and touching lower than her back. They would’ve gotten a string of cuss words and a generous slap to their face. Yet, here she was, a few hours after meeting Nathan, making out in the hall. Alone, in his house, too. She was quite taken with him.
Nathan broke from her eventually, smiling. "I love you..." He murmured. He sighed softly, raising his hands to her lower back, correcting himself. "Let's eat, the food's getting cold."
Juliet nodded, breathing heavily. “I…I love you, too,” she admitted, a little awestruck now that she had time to process everything. “Yeah, okay… food sounds good.”
Nathan led her to the table and sat with her, getting some food for himself. Actually, it had cooled just right at this point. It was kind of lucky, or perhaps somehow the universe just suddenly wanted things to work out for Nathan. Ultimately he deided it was just luck.
Juliet sat by him, dishing up some food for herself. It was really good, actually. It reminded her how her mom always tried to cook, and claimed to be a good cook, and believed she was a cook, but really was terrible. He had the skill to back up any claim he made about his cooking. She ate quietly, but was still grinning to herself, thinking of the hallway and how she still felt the aftermath of it.
Nathan ate silently, smiling at her occasionally. He didn't eat a lot before he got up and started cleaning up. He wasn' sure what he could say to her.
Juliet, though she ate more than him, was a very quick eater and finished just after he did. She started to help clean up, humming absently. It was supposed to be a song of some sort, but she was painfully off beat. She giggled slightly a few times, thinking of how this was awkward—so awkward, even though she liked him so much.
Nathan stopped her, his hands on hers. "You don't have to do that you know." He said softly. Then he added, "And if you want music, I can always put some on."
Juliet looked up at him. “No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t have to do it all on your own. I like to help,” she insisted sweetly. She smiled. “I can always play music on my phone. But, maybe sometime we can dance? You should know now, I’m terrible at dancing. I can never stay on beat, or stay balanced… or do anything graceful at all,” she laughed softly.
Nathan grimaced and sighed, kissing her forehead. "Juliet, I've danced in so many dances with so many partners, there's nothing I'm unable to handle and correct, quite honestly.
Juliet brought a hand to her lips, thinking deeply. “It kind of sounds militant… depressing when you put it like that. Handle and correct. It’s like you’re trying to force something large, abstract, and creative into a miniscule, rigid, and conforming box. I get they need general rules so someone can dance the waltz or whatever, but if one person is trying to control the other, it kind of defeats the purpose. Dancing is supposed to be a very natural and free thing, in my opinion,” she mused thoughtfully. “Even the partners that ended up tripping and causing a domino effect said they liked dancing with me better than the good dancers. So, I don’t need to be helped. I was just giving you fair warning.”
Nathan winced. "That's not what I meant. I just..." He sighed. "I suck at talking." He muttered, closing his eyes. "Just forget the dancing. I don't want to dance anyway. It brings up too many bad memories." He walked away from her, finishing cleaning up.
Juliet watched him walk away, finishing up cleaning. She grimaced. Usually, she was a little better a filtering her comments a little. She came up behind him, hugging him and resting her head on his back. "You don't suck at talking," she murmured. "I just say whatever comes to my mind, even if its just... Like, if it goes with the situation, but doesn't actually apply to it? Meh. I'm the one who sucks at talking."
Nathan shook his head, washing dishes. He didn't want to discuss it anymore. He hardly wanted to discuss anything. He glanced out the window in front of him and tensed. "Bad, very bad..."
Juliet panicked slightly when he tensed. What could possibly be wrong? Weren't they in a protective bubble? Her slight panic intensified to regular panic. "W-what is it?" She asked, trying to force down the unwanted emotion.
Nathan looked at her. "You get to go into the basement after all. But you are to stay right at the door, no matter what. I don't want you wandering down the stairs."
Juliet bit her lip. “O-okay… I’ll make sure not to go down the stairs,” she promised. “But, um… what’s wrong?”
Nathan swept her to the basement door and unlocked it, pushing her in. Thee was a small landing at the top of the stairs. "Just stay put. I'll deal with this."