undergrounds | gonna drink bacardi like it's yo birthday [nancy's 20]

Twenty. Gods, Nancy could hardly believe it. She didn't expect to still be here for this day, truth be told. She knew the sort of life she lived, and the sorts of people she associated with. But against all odds, here she was. Twenty-years-old by Fagin's count, and as wonderful as that was...

It was odd. She'd been a teenager for so long, and now she was officially a twenty-something. An adult, for real this time, not like when she'd turned eighteen.

It didn't exactly help that Charley Bates had decided it was a great idea to call her 'old'. She'd hit the back of his head for that, refusing to consider herself old. She was still so young, at least in comparison to those she spent most of her time around, people that were centuries older than her.

This, of course, caused her some angst. She hadn't particularly wanted to celebrate her birthday. It wasn't anything to be glad about. She was, as she realized, three years physically older than Cooper. And that just felt... weird. She knew, mentally, he was far older than she was. And as he always said she was stuck with him until she was old and grey, but...

Would he still love her, then, she wanted to know? How weird would it be, an haggard old woman next to this cute seventeen-year-old kid. A chill ran up her spine when she thought about it, comparing the wretch that Fagin was to her hypothetical-old-woman-self.

If she lived that long.

Still, people want to celebrate with her. Eames, wonderful Eames, had surprised her with tickets to go see a show on the West End, and taken her out to an amazing restaurant. She'd even brought cake over to the boys', knowing a few of them had saved up to get her something. Or, likely, stole it. But she didn't reach out, not really. If you were lucky enough to know it was her birthday, however, she'd happily entertain any and all plans. There was no need to be rude, after all.

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Nancy's 20 aww yiss.
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Cooper knows she's right. No matter what he does, she's a girl with a high risk job and knows more than her share of risky, dangerous men. He can't watch her twenty-four/seven, so all he can do is have hope for the future. "I'll do my best." He gives her a long, lingering kiss that speaks of a promise to always protect her with everything he has.

"Now, no more doom 'n gloom. I order you t'open that present 'n be happy about it," he said jokingly. Within the plain brown package was a beautiful antique emerald necklace and a pair of earrings to match. He'd gotten them specifically to match Nancy's eyes and hair. He waited, anxious as any human boyfriend would be for her reaction to her gifts.

She kisses him back, pressing into him. She knows he'd try. And that's what mattered.

"I trust you," she whispers back. It's her highest honor. Even above love, trust.

She takes the package back in hand, and gives him a look. "What did I tell you- don't order me around unless I'm naked." She winks, peeling off the paper gingerly. When she opened the box, however, she gasped, nearly dropping it.

"Cooper- oh my gods. You didn't." Reverently, she runs her hands over the large emeralds, the diamonds. "They're beautiful-" her voice cracks. "It's the greatest gift anyone's ever given me." Better than anything from johns, certainly. Though she liked those gifts, too, this was something different. Something far, far better.

Because it came from love.

That was the best reaction that he could have hoped for. Cooper blushes a bright pink, for once looking as young as his eternally teenaged face would suggest. He knew she had some expensive, beautiful things from her line of work, but giving her this was completely different. He'd wanted to spoil her, the way that he felt she should be treated all the time. He also wanted to show Nancy just how important she was to him.

"I'm--" He squeaks the word out before clearing his throat so that he could speak properly. "--I'm so glad that you like 'em." This was how he'd been hoping the day would go from the start.

She puts the box down, only so she can throw her arms around Cooper and kiss him properly. It's bright and full and warm, and she'd love to keep going, but she's got things to say. Like: "Thank you. I love them. I love you."

She pulls the earrings out first, threading them through her lobes, and moves on to the necklace, next, holding it out to Cooper. "Help me with it?" Before pulling her hair up and away from her neck so that he could fasten it.

Cooper has a big, goofy grin on his face when she pulls back from that kiss. "I should get you presents more often." Good thing Christmas is coming up. He can go to town and spoil her completely rotten.

His large fingers take a minute to work the small clasp, threading it through the chain and clipping it on. He turns her around so he can admire the view of the green jewelry against her pale skin. It compliments her red hair very well. "You look so beautiful." And here she was thinking she was five minutes away from grey hairs and wrinkled crow's feet.

"I wouldn't say no to that." She liked being spoiled, especially by her boyfriend.

Gods, what was she going to get him? That was the real question.

Nancy smiles up at him, absolutely glowing. "Thank you, Cooper." Here she was in her pajamas, bathrobe, and no makeup on. Boy must have been absolutely smitten. "Thank you so much."

Cooper smiles at her again, pleased as punch that she's so thrilled with her gifts.

"So what's the plans for the rest of the day?" He knows her friends are probably planning her something, so he hadn't counted on having her for the whole day, unless she wanted him to tag along. Hopefully, she hadn't been planning to sit around and mope all day over being "old."

Nancy leans her head on Cooper's chest.

"Not much- Caroline's coming over to the office for a girls' night, I left her incharge, for better or worse." The office was what she called the property Eames had given her in Canary Warf for work. It was a good place to bring people when she didn't want to interrupt Cooper.

"And I've a coffee scheduled with my 'parole officer'." That was Lance, as she'd called him a few times. "What about you?" She gives him a small look, a twinkle in her eye. Birthday sex. She'll be completely naked except for the emeralds.

Cooper runs his hands through her red hair, letting her scent wash over him. He listens to her plans with some satisfaction, glad that there's at least one other vampire he can trust with Nancy without having to get worried or jealous. Caroline's young, but she's proven to be a good sort thus far.

"I can think of a few things we can do." He toys with the tie of her robe, a impish sort of grin on his face. There was another reason he likes birthdays. Of course, any reason for sex is a good one in Cooper's mind.

Nancy's grin echoes his, and she runs her tongue over her lips.

"Oh? Do tell." He doesn't need to say anything, but her hands are fast, working at his belt already. "Though I think we're on the same page."

"Oh, I figure I should start at the top--" He gave her a brief kiss on the lips. "'N work my way down. Or start from the bottom 'n work my way to the top. Your choice, sweet-pea." Either way, he was going to be make sure it was long, sweet, and very good for Nancy. She didn't get enough of that in her life.

No, no she didn't. Most of her clients only cared about themselves. She was just a warm body to get off with. With Cooper, it was so much more.

"Let's start at the top," she says, and slides his shirt up over his head. "And take our time going down." Long, slow, and loving.

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