Sugar and Spice(Roseyposy)

[tyson]

Tyson's Place-Just slightly more manly


What in the world possessed a nine hundred something year old man to invite a woman he'd been seeing for a short while to his home for dinner? Tyson had no idea, he just knew that that's what he'd done. Though why still was the question on his mind. He had never been that good of a cook, but he was doing his best. He'd decided to make just about the only thing he had any idea how to make. Spaghetti. He hoped Rose would enjoy it. Standing in the middle of his apartment, Tyson looked around one final time making sure everything was in place.

"Shit!" He heard bubbling and raced into the kitchen just before the water boiled over. He dumped the noodles into the water and set the timer for about 8 minutes. Tyson stood there, looking down into the bubbling water and thought back to the first time he'd seen Rose.

Well, the very first time he'd seen her, she'd been on a billboard. He'd nearly wrecked his car she was so beautiful, right then he'd known that someday this girl would be his. Or that he would at least get to meet her. Driven crazy by the dreams he had of her, sweet dreams where he realized that she was finally the woman he'd been looking for his whole life, he finally had to use all of his centuries of favors done for friends to get to meet her.

-Flashback-

Tyson's friend, who happened to be one of Rose's employers, stood beside him, watching him fidget in anticipation. "Tys, calm down, she's going to love you. What girl doesn't?"
"Lots of girls. Don't stress me out right now man."
"I still can't believe you did all this just to get to meet her."
"Seriously man, don't make me hurt you." His friend held up his hands and turned away.
"Ah, there she is. Rose!" He waved her over and Tyson nearly fainted. She was even more beautiful up close. And perhaps the most beautiful thing about her was the fact that in real life, when she wasn't smiling down at him from a billboard, Tyson could smell that she was vampire. Finally, a woman he could spend the rest of his unlife with. "Miss Decumbry, allow me to introduce my close friend, Tyson Maddox. He's a famous author, best sellers almost every season for this man. What? Oh, excuse me. His friend walked away to answer an imaginary call, leaving Tyson alone and blushing with this beautiful woman.

-End-

They'd talked, for a long time, and in the end Tyson had found himself asking her on a date. Charmed by her words and her actions. Saddened by the way she seemed broken somehow. Determined to fix her life.

After a few more dates, he was convinced, she was the woman he wanted forever. Or at least that he wanted to try to be with forever. A loud beeping brought him out of these thoughts and memories and he realized that the spaghetti noddles were done. He carried the pot over to the sink and drained the noodles. He pulled the sauce that he'd made earlier out of the fridge and popped it into the microwave real fast before pouring it over the noodles.

He carefully spooned some out onto two plates and then carried them out to the dining room table. It was set in the classical romantic dinner way, a single candle in the middle. He'd laid a single rose on her napkin, not red. This rose was blue and it had been dipped in titanium so that it would last for as long as she did.

Tyson set the plates down and stepped back to view the scene. Yes, perfect. He was ready for her. Good thing to because at that moment he heard the doorbell echo through his apartment.

"Coming!"

[Rose Decumbry]

Apparal

Rose was outside of his door. Smiling nonstop. Then a dread filled her head. Her hair. She ran her hands through it, patting it, fixing the invisible imperfections. When she was satisfied, she took a deep breath and dropped her hands and smiled. Again. She was having dinner. With Tyson. At his place. She usually would have requested it be at her place, but this time, she was all for having it at his place. When she first walked into the building she smelled something cooking. Spaghetti. She wasn't sure if it was Tyson cooking, but it smelled marvelous.

On the elevator, she remembered everything about Tyson. The way he had those eyes, that you could just drown in. His humor. His style, which many men did not have. And that was important. She was just glad they were together.

All thanks to an employee. A generous one too. It seemed like she couldn't stop thanking him. And, she couldn't stop pestering him about why he hadn't introduced them earlier.

He still didn't answer her on that.

In fact, she couldn't understand why she hadn't met the man before. Seriously, because all of her employee's had been invited to the group events, why hadn't he brung Tyson along? Too greedy? Her nose crinkled a little bit. He wouldn't stand a chance with her like Tyson did.

Rose couldn't get over it though. Tyson was so tall, handsome, strong. Rose was so, short, pretty, and strong. They also balanced each other out in some odd ways. She wrapped a strand of hair around her finger and bit her lip.

The first time they had met. Rose just got off on work, and was sent a text saying it was urgent to meet outside of the shoot room. She didn't quite get it, but when she saw Tyson, her eyes lit up. Though, they had spent forever talking, Rose still couldn't open up to him completely. Though, when it had ended, he asked her on a date. And the dates continued then.

And then they had become an item. A very cute item.

And she had just rung his doorbell. Her blue hues widening.

He heard him reply. Her stomach jolted. She hoped she looked nice..

[tyson]

He stopped, pausing for a second, his hand on the doorknob. This was all very fast, only a few dates and already she was standing outside his door, about to venture into the man cave. Tyson checked his hair, smoothed his clothes, took a deep breath, and swung open the door. She was breathtaking, which would have been bad if he'd needed to breath. He took an involuntary breath in anyway. She was sparkling with beauty, every inch of her alive with it.

"Rose...do come in. I hope you like spaghetti. It's just about the only thing I can cook well." He smiled, the expression breaking out over his whole face. Even his eyes were twinkling at her.

"You look.......amazing." He said, stepping aside to allow her entry to his home.

He moved inside with her, closing the door once she'd stepped through and fluttered over to the table. "I hope you're hungry too. Though if you don't finish it all that's fine. I might have been a little overzealous with my plating."

Tyson laughed nervously and then shook himself mentally. Alright, get it together Tys. She's here, that's a good sign, she actually showed up. Now just calm down or you're going to run her off.

He walked over and pulled out a chair, offering it for her to sit down. "M'lady." Once she sat, he pushed her closer to the table gently and then went to take his own seat. Their wine glasses were filled with his own special blend of wine and blood, warmed up just enough that it was truly delectable, almost as good as drinking it straight from a human. A drunk human.

[Rose Decumbry]

She heard him on the other side of the door. Last minute gitters? She did have that effect on some people, didn't she know? She knew that, though no matter what he thought of himself, he was pratically flawless. No. He was flawless. Her lips curled into a smile, as he said her name. "Thanks for having me over," She said a little breathlessly, as she walked in, her heels making little noise. For once, she met a guy with great personality, nice looks, and a nice home! Her smile broadened, a really nice. "Spaghetti sounds wonderful. Don't worry. I don't even think I know how to turn on a oven..." She said slowly, but laughed. She wasn't ashamed of her cooking skills. She looked up at his beautiful eyes and saw the twinkle in them. Boy, he really must of fallen for her. And she was taking her steady time falling for him. Sure. She had a mega crush on him, but, she wasn’t going to let herself hit so hard she broke. When he complimented her on her looks, she felt her tone pinken. She looked down, then looked up again. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” She said, and giggled. Something about being on dates, made her giggle. Like a little school girl. It was sometimes irritating, and other times amusing. So se was right, the aroma was coming from his apartment. His lovely apartment.

She turned around to face him, and nodded. “Yeah. Famished and parched.” A full wide grin spread across her face. Such a hospitable boy. A generous boy too, who would probably do anything for her this moment. Right now. She pulled some hair onto the same shoulder, and walked beside him towards the table. “It’s alright. It looks nice!” She said, breathlessly. She sat in the chair he provided, and felt like a true princess when he pushed it in further, so she wouldn’t have to herself. She took a look at the wine, and saw that it wasn’t just wine. There was something else in it. Blood. Her muscles tightened, but she rolled her shoulders. “Is this originally made? By you?” She asked, watching him with wide blue eyes as he walked over to his own seat. Across from her.

She didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know if he’d make a toast. That’s what they taught her in finishing school. Wait for the others to do what they need to do first, so she’d wait for Tyson to take the first sip, or bite. Making conversation though, that was her specialty. She was obviously nervous, from the gestures she made. Twirling her hair, placing it behind her ear, chewing her lip. Time to start the conversation. “So. Tyson. What have you been up to lately? Writing any exciting new novels lately?” Her eyes showed interest as well as her voice.

[tyson]

Tyson lifted his glass towards her and smiled. "Yes, this is my own special recipe. It took me years to figure out the correct wine to blood ratio and the perfect temperature to serve it at." He grinned and then held his glass forward to allow her to clink it.

"To......unawkward dates, may we enjoy one this night." He laughed gently and sipped his drink once she'd clinked with him. He took up his fork and spoon, pulling some noodles off the plate and twirling them using the spoon. He moved it carefully into his mouth.

"So Rose, how do you like being famous? Are there men just constantly fawning all over you?"

He grinned and looked down at his plate sheepishly.

"I want to know if I'm going to end up becoming a jealous man or not."

Normally he wasn't a jealous man, but if he was in a relationship he didn't like for his lady to be too involved with another man. He could stand a friendly involvement, but if things got too far past that, he tended to just end the relationship before he got caught up in the drama of it all.

Though he was sure that any relationship with Rose would have no such problems.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose was enticed by his every movement and word. Special recipe? Years to make? She was sure now that it would be good. She smiled at him, "I'm sure it tastes perfect then." She reached out, and clinked it to his, smiling once more. "Yes. Unakward dates. And we shall." She took a sip, and her insides sparked. "It's simply amazing, I love it." Placing the glass gently on the ground, picking up both her spoon, and fork, spinning it. When she had a small piece in her mouth, chewing it over. It was good too.

A natural cook!

"Being famous? I never really planned it. First started with people just photographing me for style.." She paused. "Then Valentino Garavani met up with me in a store last night, I guess he just liked my face.." She chuckled, and smiled at him through her lashes. "Fawning? Oh, Tyson, your too kind. None of them have the nerves to even walk past me I bet.."

Her laugh was hidden behind her hand. "Excuse me." She tried to regain her ladylike composure, and did after a couple more giggles.

But she was all serious when he asked if he would become a jealous man.

"Tyson," She started, and looked at him with honest eyes. "You do not have to ever worry about being jealous. Ever. Work is work, no feelings come out of it. Not on my side at least. And personal life is personal life. No man will ever compare to you. Or even measure up." She placed her hand near his, and smiled.

So.

"Do I have anything to worry about Mr. Tyson Maddox. I know about how women are attracted deeply," She looked at him with alluring eyes, "To immortal scholars like you." It was hard enough to keep a straight face, but to see his reaction would send her into a giggling fit.