wickerpark | [Gael/Sarah] Roses and Virtues

She couldn't blame either of her dads for waiting to call her until the next day. Elisha had, she imagined, had Carlos and Ty and Oliver to deal with, on top of Gaël. Then Daniel Prochazka, then Noëlle almost first thing the next morning. Hadyn had had...well, the theatre. And with all the dramatics, it was natural that no one thought to call the person on the periphery of the situation until she'd been making coffee in the apartment above her store. Patrick Zeitlin hadn't seen her with Gaël, after all.

Though she couldn't help but think - if she hadn't been so distracted with the suite of jewelry she was designing for a new bride in the Diamonds, and had let Gaël drag her away from her blowtorch and welding materials, would they all have been better off? Then, at least, with Ollie calling Ty too, that bastard would have been hopelessly outnumbered, and she might have been the one to make sure he was dead. Sarah wasn't usually one for might have beens, but she couldn't help considering the possibilities as she stood in her kitchen letting her coffee get cold. Was she isolating herself from her family by living away from the Castle? How was it that Gaël's insane ex hadn't even seen her? How did she get to a place where she was so apart from what was happening to her friends - and her family, because Carlos was as much her brother as Ty was. Those increasingly turbulent thoughts were why, in the end, she listened to Daddy, and didn't rush into Carlos' suite at Club Castle. She leaned on her stores of patience instead, and waited.

Waited until Dr. Prochazka and Gaël had gone back to the Victorian style house she'd spent half her teenage years in before she showed up at the door, a ridiculously cheerful bouquet in hand and a smile pasted on her face that didn't reach her worried dark eyes. "If I'm the first person to bring you flowers, love," she said though, "then I'm worried that our friends don't really get you, and I'm just going to have to retrain them. Of course, Ty is hopeless, but I've got hope for Oliver and Carlos."

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"Wait...was I supposed to actually watch that movie? I...nope, I'm pretty sure I lied to you every time you asked if I was paying attention." He said, toying with pen he picked up off the counter as he started to pace a little. "And sure....but we'd have to wait. Until this is all gone and I am pretty once again."

Ah well, he will wasn't going to worry too much about it as he thought about it. "And no, I wouldn't want a threesome with Noelle, even if it is different. She is actually related to me, and Carlos is not related to you. But fine, your point is taken." He smirked. "No more suggestions of a threesome."

"You're such a man," Sarah said, rolling her eyes a little bit. "And yet, such a princess at the same time." Of course, neither Meredith nor Eileen had been overly tolerant about Titanic either. And forget about Talulla, the commentary alone.

She leaned her chin on her hand, though, smirking a little bit. "I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I'm just crushing all your dreams today."

"Last time I checked, yes...I was a man." He said, smirking as he looked at her from the other side of the counter. "Darling, I don't think I am a princess. If I am anything? I am a fucking Queen, love. And I happily wear a dress and heels to prove it."

But she was right, she was ruining all his dreams. "You've supposed to be telling me all the wonderful things about me, love. I've been through the worlds worst...." And joking about it certainly made it easier for him to deal with. But otherwise, things went as things normally went. "Fine, I'll have to find someone else hot to do a threesome with."

"Oh, darling, you're stunningly wonderful and you know it. Charm and grace and beauty and all that." Her eyes dimmed for a moment, though before she grinned at him. "I can matchmake for you if you want. I mean, I have cousins. And there could be nothing more novel than matchmaking for you, babe. It's just unnecessary normally speaking."

The whole thing was ridiculous, of course, but maybe ridiculous was what Gaël needed. He wasn't, Sarah thought, going to talk about it right now. All she could really do was banish the shadows from his eyes.

"Mm, Sebastian is rather delicious looking. Even I have to admit that. Liam, is adorable, but not really my type. I don't think I'm his type either. But Oooh, don't you have the most delicious looking cousins on the Novak line? Like, 2nd or 3rd cousins, I mean."

He grinned as he looked across the room and considered his options. "I could certain go for some of those Novaks though. It would be lovely I think. Mm. Could you nudge Sebastian in my direction, do you think?"

Sarah tipped her head back and laughed before pointing at Gaël. "You like Sebastian because he looks so much like Uncle Jordan." Who was just as heart-stoppingly handsome now that his hair had begun to silver as he'd always been, at least according to her friends. Sebastian had inherited his father's dark hair and blue eyes, and his mother's cheekbones and slightly sly smile.

"There's a lot of pretty on both the Novak and Bernard sides," she said as she watched him pace around the kitchen. "Simon would probably go for it. He's game for about anything. Of course, so's Sebastian, honestly." That boy, she thought, a good three years younger than Sarah was, had nonetheless, apparently seduced a Spade around Noëlle's age. And a bit like Gaël, he didn't discriminate by gender.

"Yeah, you're cousin is delicious and hot and I would shag him stupid. Or...he- whatever, the point is I would just love to get in bed with him. Or Simon. Or both at the same time. And yes- yes it is because Sebastian looks like a younger version of your uncle."

And he did not even care if Sarah was grossed out by that. Because it was likely going to be delicious. So very delicious. "You know, I feel like I might have a sex problem. But I am also completely unwilling to do anything about it."

There were enough friends, both girls and boys, who'd sighed over Uncle Jordan that by now Sarah had long since become inured to the whole thing. Uncle Jordan himself had always found it more amusing than anything else - because, he'd told her once, it had not exactly been the prevailing opinion when he'd been in his teens and twenties. "I'd probably get a present from Bas if I introduced you two, anyway. He's just back from Cambridge and bored."

And if there was anything more dangerous than a bored Novak or Kagan - well, it was probably a bored Fox or Prochazka-Shaw, really. "Dearest, you have a sex addiction. It's okay. We love you for it."

"Wrap me up in a bow, my love, and present me as a gift. I would be delighted to be his loving gift for the night." He said, smirking as he watched Sarah for a long moment. "I would be happy to help with his boredom."

And that was, without a doubt, a very honest statement from Gael Shaw's lips.

"Mm. Or I can just text him," Sarah said as she pulled out her phone and tapped it on the counter lightly. "Tell him to meet us at Jokers Wild." She raised a brow a bit and grinned. "Unless you had plans to seduce my pseudo-brother tonight. Not that you aren't fully capable of doing both, dearest."

"Actually, my love, I should probably stay home tonight. And Carlos....did do me a favor. I should probably try to repay that with my attentions...."

Even if it was probably a bad idea. He wasn't blind, he could see the way Carlos would look at him when the man thought he wasn't paying attention. "Maybe next time, darling."

[Gael/Sarah] Roses and Virtues

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