Log:Those Were (Not) Good Times

2016/01/24 Grimm Jonathon Price 1

With a sigh from watching the Little Wolves escape, Gabrielle disappears in a swirl of darkness, reappearing in her living room. The old spooky house and the end of the street, as kids call it, has all the lights out at this time of night. Not that darkness bothers Gabrielle. She walks over to the kitchen and finally hits a light switch. She needs a drink. Or leftover pizza. Something.

And there sitting, asleep, at the kitchen table wearing just a sweaty t-shirt and jogging pants is your sweetie. A bunch of wildflowers lie bundled on the table in front of the sleeping hunk. Malcolm blinks as the lights come on then his eyes light up with joy at the sight of you. "Hey babe."

Grimm startles for a moment in surprise at seeing him. Then her face lights up in a smile. "Hey, Handsome," she notes the new nickname as she switches from a b-line to the refrigerator and aims for the table instead. She blushes a bit at the sight of the flowers. "What're you doing here? You could've slept on the couch if you were tired, or my bed. It'd be a lot more comfy," she says as she leans down to give him a kiss.

Malcolm returns the kiss with relish, almost like he's been away for a long time. When he breaks away with a slight pant, he murmurs, "Saw them when I was running by a field. They made me think of you." Then then runs a hand up your side. "And didn't think I was that tired. Just sort of zoned out." He then grins warmly. "But, I'm all awake now."

"Oh are you, now?" Gabrielle grins as she carefully swings a leg over his lap and sits down comfortable on him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. "Thanks for the flowers, Handsome. I'll get something to put them in." She waves her hand with a flick towards the cupboards. A ghostly black hand, semi-transparent, opens a cupboard and draws out a tall glass. The disembodied hand floats towards the sink with the glass in tow and fills it with water.

Malcolm smiles widely as he looks at you. He seems to drink you in with his eyes. "Yeah, I am, babe." He leans forward and lets his slightly sweaty head rest against your neck as he takes in a deep sniff. "Wow, you smell so good to me. You wearing some new scent?"

Grimm chuckles slightly as she sniffs back. "And you smell like you could probably use a shower," she says suggestively, more purring the words out than scolding. "I'm not wearing anything new though," she adds as she nuzzles his neck in return, kissing him gently while her thoughts are divided on floating the full glass over to the table and setting it down carefully behind her, next to the flowers.

Actually, while he does smell of fresh sweat, under the sweat is cologne you've never noticed him wearing before. It smells like that spicy sweet scent that Price used to wear. What was it called? Yeah, Noir, un Parfum du Homme. Doesn't really suit Malcolm.

"Yeah, I probably could, babe." He looks up at you with heat in his eyes. "You going to join me? Or am I going to be all alone?"

Grimm inhales briefly, trying to recognize that scent of cologne. Smell is linked very closely to memory, and it causes the hairs on the back of Gabrielle's neck to rise once her mind links the scent to Price.

She has a brief flash of memory. A light rain in Seattle, running to a bus stop and cuddling up beneath the bus shelter. Brushing her lips against his neck and smelling that cologne.

Gabrielle holds her breath as she makes the connection. She pulls back enough to meet his gaze, but she seems off from her previously flirtatious behavior, studying him for a moment. "I'd be joining you. To supervise making sure you'd be squeaky clean," she replies.

Malcolm gives you a confused look. "What's wrong, babe? All the sudden you're all tense." He runs his hands up and down your back then says all the sudden, "You sure you aren't wearing a new scent? You go by a mall and get sprtized maybe?"

Grimm relaxes as Malcolm rubs her back. "Sorry, nothing's wrong. Just a weird night. And no new scent unless you're smelling ode de Harrisburg," she chuckles and rises up on his lap enough to kiss his forehead.

Malcolm laughs then shakes his head. "Yeah, I suppose it could be that. It's not a bad smell. Reminds me of us but not quite." He then shakes his head with a grin. "Reminds me of when we're /together/ rather." He lets his hands drift down to your butt then lifts you up so you are astride him. "Shower time?"

Grimm grins and laughs deligthedly as he lifts her up. "Mmmm, yes. Definitely shower time," she agrees, smiling suggestively as she wraps her arms further around his neck.

Malcolm carries you out of the kitchen and into the living room. He stops for a moment and nuzzles you on the neck, first laving your skin with his tongue then biting lightly. "Hmm, this is so good. I've missed you so much." The scent of Noir drifts off his skin.

Grimm moans softly as he licks her, then gasps deligthedly at the bite. "Mmmm, that's new...I like it, though," she murmurs, nuzzling him in return and laying kisses along his neck, leading up to just under his ear. "It's only been a few days of being on duty. But I missed you, too, Handsome."

And there's that smell again. She shifts a little and holds onto him more tightly. "Not sure the new cologne really suits you though. I like the other stuff better."

A book flies off a table and hits Malcolm in the back. He startles then dodges to the side, still holding you, as another book goes flying past him. A spectral voice calls out, "Leave her alone!"

Grimm is so surprised that the house-bound ghosts are getting upset and spying on her intimate time that she unwraps her legs from Malcolm and sets them on the ground. "Hey! What's gotten into you?" she asks as she releases Malcolm's shoulders and puts her hands on her hips. "I thought we had this talk about listening in on my dating time..."

"Yeah! What's gotten into the two of you?" adds Malcolm in an aggrieved tone. He bats a book out of the air with him one hand as he speaks. His eyes dart to where you can see the spectral forms of the house's ghosts.

"Leave her alone! Get out of our house!" the couple shouts as they dart about the room gathering books to throw at Malcolm. Who knew being a college student would provide so much ammunition to irate spirits.

Grimm can't seem to understand as the ghosts get hostile. They've been, well, at first they were judgmental and concerned, but they had grown to like Malcolm. Now that they're suddenly upset with him, Gabrielle is thoroughly confused. With Adam gone and no longer playing his loud music, she thought they'd be happy.

She looks to Malcolm with an apologetic expression. "Sorry, Handsome. I really don't know what their deal is," she says. But then, she notices him watching the ghosts. How could he see them...?

Malcolm notices you watching him instead of the ghosts. A book smacks him in the back which makes him wince as he asks in confused tone, "What is it, babe?" Then you feel the slightest touch of that power you felt earlier, the one similar to your own, as for just an instant as there is a crawling sensation over your eyes, and you see Price standing there instead of Malcolm.

The ghost couple apparently feel it as well as they disappear from sight. Which causes the books in the air to drop like, well, dropped books.

That crawling sensation almost causes Grimm to shiver. She steps back from Price as she feels a wrenching feeling of disgust. "You..." she murmurs accusingly, her heart blasting away in her chest. She begins to summon her dark powers...

Malcolm holds up his hands in a placating gesture. "Now, now Gabby, no need to get rough. We're having a good time aren't we?" Strange preternatural forces spring into existence between yourself and Malcolm. It is as if he is right there and far away at the same time.

Gabrielle lets out an enraged shriek as she swipes her hand towards him. Her hand only cuts through air, but a clawed shadow hand appears that corresponds with the motions of her own hand, and swipes at the false Malcolm, intent to tear and rend him.

The clawed shadow hand does swipe at 'Malcolm' and seems to hit him. But at the last moment, it is as if he at a great distance from you and the claw instead rips at space/time to no real effect.

"I'll come back later, Gabby, when you are calmer. After all, you'll never know if its me or him from now on." says 'Malcolm' with a wide smile that morphs into Price's smug smile as shadows roll away from him. "Who knows, next time maybe we'll make it to the shower. Those were good times, Gabby."

The reason she hates it when people abbreviate her name so much? It's what Price would call her as a term of affection. No one ever asked why it enraged her so when they shortened her name. But there it is. "Don't. Call. Me. Gabby!" she howls as she lashes out with her mind. "Don't you EVER touch me again!"

The nightmares roil and flood towards Price and then reach that weird twist in space/time again. You know you have mind-touched him but he simply grimaces in mild pain when the reduced nightmares reach him. "I can see there is no reasoning with you right now. I'll be back later, Gabrielle."

The odd warping on front of him twists and turns in a manner that the human part of you finds off-putting and nauseating but which the darker part of you finds homey. He seems to twist and turn and warp as he falls away from you as he rises into the distant depths.

Grimm shouts out angry as she tries to lash out at the vanishing Price. "There's no way in HELL you can 'reason' with me, you sonuva b****!" But he's already gone as she tries to slash at the space where he was a moment ago.

A spectral voice whispers, "Is he gone?"

Grimm pants as she suddenly feels the adrenaline surge with no where to go, causing her to tremble in fear and rage. "Yeah...he's gone..." she utters in a very small voice, relieved and afraid and on the verge of tears over how he violated her space that way.

"Sorry, we couldn't get out of the attic at first." "Had to take the Long Way around to get out."

"Long way?" Gabrielle asks, confused at first. But she offers a weak smile. "S'okay, though. You got out in time and warned me before he did something awful." She shivers as she wraps her arms around herself. "Now I feel like I'm the one that could use a shower," she mutters. How could he have tricked her so thoroughly? How can she trust her senses? Damn him, he's right! How can she be sure in the future?