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Maeve Wiley ([personal profile] complexfemalecharacter) wrote2021-05-05 07:29 pm
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Maeve absolutely cannot believe she's doing this.

It's very possible she loves Steve. She knows she likes him very much, obviously enough that she's willing to go camping with him when camping doesn't really seem like something she's going to enjoy that much. In Darrow, though, they can't exactly get away and while Maeve is mostly perfectly fine with that, it seems like Steve wants to have some kind of getaway.

She would never consider herself high maintenance, but there's something about sleeping in a tent she finds a little perilous and she isn't even sure why. And Maeve isn't used to feeling uncertain, so she tries not to let it show as she packs up a bag, trying to work out what she's supposed to bring camping. They might only be going for a night, but they'll be sleeping outside. In a tent.

"Steve?" she calls, looking at her bag. He's in the living room, finishing up their supplies, and she has no idea what the hell she's doing. "What do I bring to sleep in? How cold is it going to be?"
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-05-08 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps he's getting a little stir crazy. It's not like they can go on any real sort of getaway, not being trapped in this city like they are, but maybe a little change of scenery would do them some good. Maeve doesn't exactly seem thrilled with the idea, but she did say yes, so Steve is hoping that she'll end up enjoying herself more than she thinks she will.

"I say nothing, if I get a vote!" Steve calls back in response to her question, and finishes zipping up the tent bag before heading back towards the bedroom to answer her question a bit more seriously. "It shouldn't be too bad, and we'll be sharing body heat in a sleeping bag. Sweats and a t-shirt should be fine."

She looks a bit overwhelmed, so Steve steps up behind her and puts his hands on her hips, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of her neck. "Are you sure you want to go? We don't have to."
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-05-19 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it's a blast. I used to go when I was in Boy Scouts," Steve tells her, because of course he was a Boy Scout. If it was something that would get Steve out of the house on the weekends, his parents signed him up. "Went to summer camp every year, and all that. Parents couldn't wait to get me out of the house."

While he's in the bedroom, he grabs a strip of condoms from the dresser along with a pack of wet wipes. Maeve's on the pill, but better safe than sorry, especially given her past experience. Neither of them want to be parents, and Steve doesn't ever want her to have to make that decision again, not after seeing the look on her face that day. Steve will happily wear a condom if it protects her from having to go through that.

Plus, condoms mean less mess!

"Then we used to go in high school sometimes. Very different vibe than the Boy Scout trips," he tells her, ducking into the bathroom to grab their toothbrushes. "Which reminds me that I need to run by the dispensary."
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-05-23 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"There are no bears in Darrow," Steve says as he leans back to look at Maeve from the bathroom, as if he's never been more sure of anything in his entire life, almost cocky until his eyes roll back a little and he tilts his head, considering. "...Probably. But that's fine," he continues as he ducks back into the bathroom to grab toothpaste and a little first aid kit, just in case. "Just mourn me for an adequate amount of time before replacing me with someone less hot. Which won't be hard."

He winks at her as he exits the bathroom, packing the last of the toiletries away in his backpack. "Oh, wait."

Steve ducks back into the bathroom and then comes back out holding up a roll of toilet paper, waving it back and forth in the air before putting it into his bag. "Can't forget this. I think that's everything."

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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-05-24 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Standard campfire foods are all accounted for," Steve confirms. He'd gone to the store earlier and gotten all the standard fare-- hot dogs, chips, sodas, beer, s'mores stuff, all that. It's probably more food than they need, but he wants it to go well.

"It's a campsite, and it has a bathroom," he says with a laugh, looking over at her as he tugs on his backpack. "You've never really done this before, and what kind of boyfriend would I be if I made you squat in the woods on your first outing? I packed the toilet paper because you never want to bet on what they'll have there."

He presses a quick kiss to her cheek and leaves the room, heading out to take in all the supplies he has laid out on the dining room table. "Damn, I really need to get a car."
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-06-01 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I figured that in the interest of gender equality, we'd split it up evenly by weight," he tells her, before looking over with a wiggle of his brows. Almost immediately, he gives her a playful smile and hefts the tent over his shoulder before grabbing the cooler with the same hand. "Nah, if you just get the groceries and the sleeping bag, we'll be good. The car should be here any minute."

They manage to get everything loaded up, and Steve smiles over at Maeve as they leave the apartment, locking the door behind them. "Ah, so it's going to be our car," he says with a laugh, but the thought pleases him. He likes sharing things with Maeve. He's always happier when she's around. "Well, I guess I'll let you drive it. As long as you occasionally fool around with me in the back."
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-06-02 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Better you than a bunch of thirteen year olds," he tells her as they head downstairs. "True story. I kind of got the shit kicked out of me, passed out, and then woke up in the backseat with a gaggle of them all around me while one of them was hauling ass down the street." He pauses, and then lets out a very deep sigh. "God, my ex's little brother was such a pain in the ass."

It was kind of sweet though, looking back. The cartoon character band-aids were a nice touch.

"But yes, I agree to these terms," he tells her with a smile, twisting around as they walk through the lobby so he can shoulder open the front door. The gray SUV indicated on the app is idling on the curb, and the guy looks a little alarmed as they start lumbering toward him. "We got it," Steve calls out to him. "Just pop the back?"
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-06-11 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, definitely. That was probably the least weird part of that whole day." He laughs, but it trails off and turns into a shudder. "I just remembered that Richie has a license. Makes me not even want to be outdoors, honestly."

He opens the back door of the car and ushers Maeve in before climbing in after her and greeting the driver. On the drive to the campground, Steve tells Maeve about his car back home in a wistful sort of tone, and he decides that after they get back, he'll take a look at his finances and figure out if he can buy a car. It's doable, he's sure.

Once they're in the parking lot, Steve gets out of the car and starts to pull their things from the back, loading most of it up on his back and holding the cooler against his hip, leaving the rest for Maeve. "Okay, I already have our little pass thing, and we don't have to pack mule very far. You ready?"
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-06-21 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I went through official channels and rented us a legit campsite," Steve assures her, laughing as he pulls the yellow card from his back pocket and shows it to her. "Only the best square of dirt for my gal."

He shows their pass at the small booth at the front of the campground and then leads Maeve along the trail, keeping his eyes on the signs telling him the way to their spot. It's kind of a long walk, but Steve had wanted a spot a little off the beaten path where they had access to the river and a little more privacy. Once they make it, Steve sticks their pass in the designated spot and then drops their stuff in the corner of the spot, a few feet away from the fire pit.

"Home sweet home." Immediately, he gets to work staking down the tarp and putting the tent together on top of it, smiling over at her as he does. "Do you want to grab some branches for the fire?"
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-06-27 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah, it's just a two-person tent. Hopper borrowed it from some guy at work," Steve tells her, glancing over to give her a quick smile before going back to sorting out different poles and stakes. "You've got the more important job, anyway. Can't roast marshmallows without a fire."

While Maeve is off finding firework, Steve manages to get the tent put up with minimal cursing, and then zips their sleeping bags together before laying them out inside. He tugs two travel pillows out of his backpack in tosses them in, and then drags in everything else that needs to stay in the tent.

Maeve is still not back by the time that he's done, so he heads over to the picnic table and starts laying out the food, taking two beers out of the cooler. He cracks on open and steps up onto the bench, taking a long sip before looking out into the trees.

"How's it going, babe?" He calls out, lifting his free hand to cup it next to his mouth. "Marco!"
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-07-07 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Steve turns in the direction of the rustling and presses up onto his toes to look for Maeve, but he doesn't see her and she doesn't answer, so he spins around on his heel to jump down off of the table, only to find Maeve standing right there. He lets out a yelp and startles a bit, only to cackle with amusement right after.

"I know I come from the era of the slasher flick, but I was hoping for more of a romcom turned porno vibe," he says as he hops down off of the bench, taking the bundle of sticks from her arms and planting a kiss on her cheek. He heads over to the fire pit and dumps the wood, crouching down as he starts to arrange them for a fire.

"Besides, if this was a horror movie, I'd never survive," Steve says easily, smirking over at her as he balls up some dry grass for kindling. "I'm a hot, sex-having jock. I'd be done in the second act."

Once he gets the fire prepared, he pulls his lighter from his pocket and ignites it, since it's starting to get dark anyway. He leans down to blow on the kindling, then rocks back on his haunches and claps his hands together to wipe away any dirt, looking over at Maeve as he does. "But you've got a final girl vibe. I think you'd make it."
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-07-16 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Shit, you're right. You'd both make it," Steve says as he gets up and grabs the cooler and bag holding their food, dragging them over towards the fire before retrieving the other chair and plopping down next to her, close enough that their thighs touch. "Rest of us are doomed."

He opens the cooler and pulls out two bottles of beer, handing one over to Maeve before setting his own on the ground. After a bit of rifling through the pack, he unearths a pair of retractable cooking sticks that were in the shit Hopper borrowed.

"Wieners first?" He hands Maeve a stick and then pulls a pack of hot dogs out of the cooler. "Processed meat parts cooked over an open flame. Can't say I never spoil you."
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-08-04 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Wieners," he says again, this time trying to mimic her attempt to mimic his accent. They both end up laughing, and Steve slumps back in his chair as he holds his stick out over the fire, taking a long sip from his beer as he playfully knocks his hot dog into hers over the fire.

"Pretty much," he admits, turning his head to smile over at her. "You're not used to relaxing much, are you?"

It makes sense, given what he's learned of Maeve. She didn't have an upbringing like Steve. Yeah, his dad was a dick and his mom seemed more interested in her wine bottle than him most days, but he never had to worry about anything. Food, clothes, a place to live, money for activities-- these things were all just handed to him. Maeve had to work so hard for everything all of the time.

It makes him happy that she can have calmer moments now. Especially ones shared with him. "And later, I have it on pretty good authority that you'll have several orgasms in a tent. That should be fun."
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[personal profile] haplesshairpile 2021-08-09 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
“I would never expect an orgasm,” he volleys back, because it’s true, and also because he knows who he’s talking to, and he likes every opportunity he has to show her that he isn’t a meatheaded jock. “But I definitely wouldn’t say no.”

He smirks at her, biting his lip as he looks her over with a bit of heat in his gaze, and then turns his attention back to the task at hand. The hot dogs seem cooked enough, so he leans over to grab the bag of buns and draws his stick in closer, closing a bun around the hot dog to pull it free. It rests on his knees as he grabs another bun to do the same to Maeve’s, handing it over to her.

“I thought our phallic dinner might get you in the mood,” he teases, laughing happily as he unearths a bottle of mustard. “Is it working? Are the wieners getting to you?”

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