[Dare: Get Naked & Sing]

ooc: Co-written with sonta_adagio


There were a lot of disadvantages to the building he was living in. It was condemned for one and it didn't have electricity. The water was only ever lukewarm but the bathroom had great acoustics. Currently, Hellboy was testing out those acoustics.

Ive tried so not to give in
Ive said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby will I know than well
That Ive got you under my skin

His voice wasn't bad believe it or not. It was rich and deep and kind of nice. It just wasn't entirely in tune. He was currently indulging in two of his favorite guilty pleasures; a long shower and Frank Sinatra. He would have preferred the water steaming hot but lukewarm worked. He finished his shower, dried off and left the wet towel in the floor. (He was a guy.) He was still humming Frank when he walked into the room that served as his bedroom naked. He took his time rummaging around in his bag, grabbing some clean pants and a tee shirt.

She was in between class and work when she decided to stop by suddenly. She had been humming Mozart's Piano Sonata No. 5 to herself until she had heard the old Frank tune being sung when she walked inside the old warehouse. A smile curved over her lips as she moved further into the building. It was actually sung and then hummed rather well.

When she rounded the corner she froze stiff, her eyes wide. "Uh... uhm... uhhh..." Was she supposed to think he looked pretty damn ripped for a big red demon?

She clapped her hand over her eyes, her nose wrinkling and winced. "I'm sorry! I'm so SO sorry. I'm just gonna..." She pointed to the main room and then blindly followed the direction she pointed in... which was away from the naked Hellboy.

"Ah crap," was his first thought. Of course that first thought came several seconds after Jill had walked in on him. So at least until she'd run out of the room, he was standing there like an idiot, a shocked, oh shit expression on his face. Once she left the room, his brain started functioning again and he realized he needed to go after her and make sure she wasn't scarred, or something by the experience. He made a grab for the blanket on his bed and wrapped it around his waist, not realizing he looked ridiculous wearing a plaid, fringed blanket.

"Hey, uhm...sorry. I just...y'know didn't expect...uhm-" he rubbed the spot between his horns. "Y'know... company but it's okay that you came by. I don't mind that part. I just---ah crap. I suck at this."

Jill did not under any circumstances turn around yet. "Oh it's okay. You know, I shouldn't just barge in. That was crazy of me. I mean... you're a guy and this is your place. Of course you walk around naked. It's perfectly logical and hot... I mean okay... okay, Hot Sauce, I mean. So... Sinatra, huh?"

After clumsily ending her ramble, she drew a deep breath and glanced back to Hellboy to see the plaid blanket. A smile curved along her lips and although her laugh began as a nervous reaction, it melted into a genuine one. "You're wearing plaid." She shook her head and shrugged apologetically. "I'm sorry I barged in."

Wait a minute...did she just call him hot? Oh, no. She was talking about the nickname. The nickname she'd given him because he was red. He was glad when she turned around because he could see the expression on her face. Humans showed everything on their faces and he'd learned that a long time ago then she was laughing so his thought process got derailed. He glanced down at the blanket around his waist and shrugged.

"Wanted to make sure you didn't leave or you weren't...I dunno scarred or somethin'. And yeah, Sinatra. I'm ancient, remember?" He smirked at her and shook his head. "Gimme a second. I'll get dressed." He turned around and started back toward the bedroom then stopped and glanced over his shoulder. "And I don't normally just walk 'round naked. Just when I get outta the shower. No reason to be sorry. I like the bargin' in."

"Hey..." She hurried over to him to catch one muscled bicep with her small (by comparisson) hand. Leaning up on the tips of her toes and pulling him down enough so that she could reach, she placed a small kiss to his cheek. "Forgive me anyway? I'll play you some Sinatra tonight at work." Because in all honesty, that was her kind of music.

He looked down at her then at her hand on his arm then back to her. Finally he nodded, raising his hand up to rest against her cheek. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Alright, I forgive you." He pulled back and quirked an eyebrow at her. "Now unless you want to get in there," he jerked his head toward the bedroom, "get back in the other room. I'm gonna get dressed."

Jill cast him a large smile and started towards the main room of the building. "Wear something not plaid, Hot Sauce!" She teased... because she had to. He was too cute not to tease.

He grumbled as he headed back into the bedroom to get dressed. "You're killin' me here, Darlin'. You're killin' me!"