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levindicated) wrote2020-06-28 07:20 pm
levindicated) wrote2020-06-28 07:20 pm
[ Sent the afternoon after the pool party. ]
How's your head?
How's your head?
It’s a fucking wonder I’m alive, I think. It’s not totally pounding, but I’m pretty resilient most of the time. I don’t remember getting home at all, but I did.
I hope you’re faring a bit better.
I hope you’re faring a bit better.
Edited 2024-07-21 09:53 (UTC)
Why wouldn't I be? I was not the one drinking rum like it was water.
Do you need an aspirin? Anything for your hangover?
Do you need an aspirin? Anything for your hangover?
A what? No, no. I’ll be fine. A little nip in my morning tea is all I need, and I’ll be right as rain.
Say, did you hit me last night? Little sore in the jaw. I hope I didn’t say something untoward…
Say, did you hit me last night? Little sore in the jaw. I hope I didn’t say something untoward…
An aspirin - medication to help with a headache, or any similar ailments that follow after drinking a little too much, but
No, I didn't hit you. You were perfectly polite, even if I asked you to leave.
Are you alright?
Where are you?
I'd like to come see you.
No, I didn't hit you. You were perfectly polite, even if I asked you to leave.
Are you alright?
Where are you?
I'd like to come see you.
Medicine, eh? I’m not typically a fan, but I’ll try anything once.
That’s a relief, but I’m left with a mystery now. It can wait.
What luck, I’d love for you to come see me. I’m at the apartments. I trust you’re familiar with the location?
That’s a relief, but I’m left with a mystery now. It can wait.
What luck, I’d love for you to come see me. I’m at the apartments. I trust you’re familiar with the location?
Alright. Give me ten minutes. Wait by the window, please.
[ She'll fly over with some bagels and a little first aid kit in her hands. ]
[ She'll fly over with some bagels and a little first aid kit in her hands. ]
[What better way to pass the time with the window open than to have a smoke? He sits by the window dressed in a bit of athleisure wear, awaiting her.]
[Ten minutes. Was she going to show up riding a tornado?]
[Cid's space is reasonably organized, save for an unmade bed and a desk covered in papers- schematics, sketches, and tinkered apart electronics... yet it is also a little dirty.]
Ororo! [He greets, plenty happy to see her.]
[Ten minutes. Was she going to show up riding a tornado?]
[Cid's space is reasonably organized, save for an unmade bed and a desk covered in papers- schematics, sketches, and tinkered apart electronics... yet it is also a little dirty.]
Ororo! [He greets, plenty happy to see her.]
[ Not a tornado, just a well directed gust of wind that, hopefully, won't send his papers flying much.
She hovers in front of the window, more concerned than he is. ]
How bad is it? Let me see.
She hovers in front of the window, more concerned than he is. ]
How bad is it? Let me see.
What? It’s not so bad.
[Cid is not used to living somewhere with wind. He has utilized no paperweights, and they do indeed shuffle about. He chuckles. It’s fine. There was no great masterwork in his pages. ]
[It is a near-perfect partial handprint- burst capillaries in the shape of three fingers along his cheekbone. It looks like a red squiggle at a distance. His beard is a little grown out, of course. His hair has been put back up. On that point he seems fairly particular. It’s what he could do in the time it took her to get here. Even against the smoke of his cigarette, he wears yesterdays sweat like cologne.]
Don’t you worry.
[Cid is not used to living somewhere with wind. He has utilized no paperweights, and they do indeed shuffle about. He chuckles. It’s fine. There was no great masterwork in his pages. ]
[It is a near-perfect partial handprint- burst capillaries in the shape of three fingers along his cheekbone. It looks like a red squiggle at a distance. His beard is a little grown out, of course. His hair has been put back up. On that point he seems fairly particular. It’s what he could do in the time it took her to get here. Even against the smoke of his cigarette, he wears yesterdays sweat like cologne.]
Don’t you worry.
[ She's going to be more careful with the wind later; right now, all that care goes into her touch as she reaches out to place her hand against the mark. Those sure are fingers. The handprint itself is larger than hers, so at least she can confirm that it wasn't something she did, and mysteriously forgot.
She ignores his reassurance for her not to worry. ]
Does it hurt? Have you put ice on it yet?
She ignores his reassurance for her not to worry. ]
Does it hurt? Have you put ice on it yet?
Oh, darling. No more than anything else in this sorry bag of bones. I’m not worried about it. It’ll be healed up by the end of the day, like as not.
I’m still made of pretty stern stuff.
[He smirks at her, taking the bag of bagels from her as he loops an arm around her waist, emboldened by the fact that he did remember their kissing from the night before. He tastes like smoke and the vodka he rinses his mouth with each morning. He pulls her in close and kisses her gently on the lips.]
Now, what’s this you brought?
I’m still made of pretty stern stuff.
[He smirks at her, taking the bag of bagels from her as he loops an arm around her waist, emboldened by the fact that he did remember their kissing from the night before. He tastes like smoke and the vodka he rinses his mouth with each morning. He pulls her in close and kisses her gently on the lips.]
Now, what’s this you brought?
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[ There's something very, very familiar in the way he reacts to it, in how he reassures her it will be fine. That he'll heal anyway. Something clenches in her chest at the feeling, but she resolutely stores it away. This wasn't Logan. She hadn't fussed over him that way in years.
So she lets him pull her in through the open window, sighing and keeping the kiss brief so she can... keep fussing. ]
Carbohydrates. You have to eat something substantial to help with the headache. [ She lands on her feet lightly, eyes traveling over the rest of him. The urge to keep at least one hand on him remains - so she keeps it on his cheek, dragging her fingers down gently from the mark and down to the scruff on his jaw. ]
... But after that, ice. Just because it will heal, does not mean it doesn't hurt, you silly man. At least do something to help with that.
So she lets him pull her in through the open window, sighing and keeping the kiss brief so she can... keep fussing. ]
Carbohydrates. You have to eat something substantial to help with the headache. [ She lands on her feet lightly, eyes traveling over the rest of him. The urge to keep at least one hand on him remains - so she keeps it on his cheek, dragging her fingers down gently from the mark and down to the scruff on his jaw. ]
... But after that, ice. Just because it will heal, does not mean it doesn't hurt, you silly man. At least do something to help with that.
A what?
[What will be the final straw to her understanding when he’s from? Between asprin and carbs, it’s all new to him.]
[He gives her palm a little kiss as he takes the bag and peeks into it.]
This is boiled bread. I haven’t had one of these in forever… Excellent!
[He grins at her.] How’d you know?
[He doesn’t even address the icing for his cheek. Maybe she’ll just drop it if he pushes everything onward.] How about a wash up after, instead? I should change my clothes, at least…
[What will be the final straw to her understanding when he’s from? Between asprin and carbs, it’s all new to him.]
[He gives her palm a little kiss as he takes the bag and peeks into it.]
This is boiled bread. I haven’t had one of these in forever… Excellent!
[He grins at her.] How’d you know?
[He doesn’t even address the icing for his cheek. Maybe she’ll just drop it if he pushes everything onward.] How about a wash up after, instead? I should change my clothes, at least…
[ A wash up! She finally smiles faintly. ]
What is stopping you from washing up now? You haven't even had a shower yet, have you? [ He might still smell a little like chlorine if so. She reaches up to touch his hair. ]
Let's get you changed, then you can eat.
What is stopping you from washing up now? You haven't even had a shower yet, have you? [ He might still smell a little like chlorine if so. She reaches up to touch his hair. ]
Let's get you changed, then you can eat.
Aren’t I meant to be nursing a headache with the bread?
[He doesn’t sound remotely bothered, especially noting that smile. He does indeed also smell like chlorine. He puts out his cigarette and places the bag on his table.]
[He’s still in yesterday’s clothes, even. He’s used to wearing the same thing day in, day out, though.]
Alright… If you insist. [He smiles at her, feeling slightly nervous, slightly hopeful. The inclusive phrasing of “Let’s” gives him enough to ride with.]
Wash room is just down this way, then. [His hold around her waist slips to her hand, catching her with gently curled fingers. He’s not about to make her go anywhere she’s not looking to go.]
[He doesn’t sound remotely bothered, especially noting that smile. He does indeed also smell like chlorine. He puts out his cigarette and places the bag on his table.]
[He’s still in yesterday’s clothes, even. He’s used to wearing the same thing day in, day out, though.]
Alright… If you insist. [He smiles at her, feeling slightly nervous, slightly hopeful. The inclusive phrasing of “Let’s” gives him enough to ride with.]
Wash room is just down this way, then. [His hold around her waist slips to her hand, catching her with gently curled fingers. He’s not about to make her go anywhere she’s not looking to go.]
Edited 2024-07-22 08:41 (UTC)
A cold shower can help too.
[ She's less nervous, and more curious about where things will go. She's not the one with a pounding headache - so if he looks even a little pained, she figures that's when she'll put a stop to things.
Until then, well, she just needs to know how high his pain tolerance is. ]
Do you stay here alone? [ She walks in-step with him, peering around for any sign of other residents who might not be here. ]
[ She's less nervous, and more curious about where things will go. She's not the one with a pounding headache - so if he looks even a little pained, she figures that's when she'll put a stop to things.
Until then, well, she just needs to know how high his pain tolerance is. ]
Do you stay here alone? [ She walks in-step with him, peering around for any sign of other residents who might not be here. ]
Cold? When I’ve got hot water at beck and call? Are you mad?
[He chuckles, the accusation gentle.Anyway, it’s not quite pounding. And he’s used to pain at this point. Besides… There are natural remedies for headaches, too.]
It’s just me. [He strips off his shirt as he swings into the washroom. It’s spacious enough for a couple of adults to stand in. He sits on the edge of the tub as he starts running the water to temperature.]
And no one visits. [This is by design.] It’s nice to have a bit of peace and quiet now and then.
[He chuckles, the accusation gentle.Anyway, it’s not quite pounding. And he’s used to pain at this point. Besides… There are natural remedies for headaches, too.]
It’s just me. [He strips off his shirt as he swings into the washroom. It’s spacious enough for a couple of adults to stand in. He sits on the edge of the tub as he starts running the water to temperature.]
And no one visits. [This is by design.] It’s nice to have a bit of peace and quiet now and then.
A cold shower can help, [ she insists with a little laugh, opting to sit right next to him. Not that there's any other option. She lets their knees touch, just as they did the previous night. A quiet test, to see what else he might like. ]
... It helps wake up your nerves, rejuvenates you if you're feeling a little under the weather.
[ His bathroom does look like a bachelor's, though, so she has no reason to doubt what he says. ]
But what do you do when it gets too quiet, or too lonely? [ He'd seen how big the mansion was, how much she seemed to thrive around all the people in attendance, even if they weren't people she knew well. Ororo liked her fair share of solitude, but in the end - she craved having a community. People looking after other people. ]
... It helps wake up your nerves, rejuvenates you if you're feeling a little under the weather.
[ His bathroom does look like a bachelor's, though, so she has no reason to doubt what he says. ]
But what do you do when it gets too quiet, or too lonely? [ He'd seen how big the mansion was, how much she seemed to thrive around all the people in attendance, even if they weren't people she knew well. Ororo liked her fair share of solitude, but in the end - she craved having a community. People looking after other people. ]
I go outside, where all the people are. Find one of them to talk to.
[He switches the shower part on, the water spraying the wall as droplets mist them in their position, too.]
You almost seemed smothered in that great big house. Worried about who might hear or see...
[He slowly rubs his knee against hers as he turns towards her in his shirtless state. He glances back to the water and sighs. He was certainly going to undress before her, wasn't he? And what did it matter. She's seen him in the bathing suit that really, really revealed it all. He reluctantly places a thumb and forefinger over the button on his fly.]
So what about you?
[He switches the shower part on, the water spraying the wall as droplets mist them in their position, too.]
You almost seemed smothered in that great big house. Worried about who might hear or see...
[He slowly rubs his knee against hers as he turns towards her in his shirtless state. He glances back to the water and sighs. He was certainly going to undress before her, wasn't he? And what did it matter. She's seen him in the bathing suit that really, really revealed it all. He reluctantly places a thumb and forefinger over the button on his fly.]
So what about you?
My friends are... very gifted. [ Her smile is some odd cross between resigned, wry, and very very fond. She loves them, she does, but navigating the mansion for privacy has always been a unique challenge. But if she's honest, she wouldn't have had it any other way.
She sees him play with the fly of his trousers, clearly stalling, and can't resist reaching out to still his fingers there. ]
They cannot help it. With their powers, they would hear or sense me no matter where we escaped into, in that mansion. It has always been that way.
So if I ever needed privacy - for whatever reason - well, there was always the sky. [ Her eyes flick up to his, a little grin tugging at her lips. ] Or extended visits at a friend's house.
[ She works the button free with one hand, fingers as quick and silent as a pickpocket's, before she leans in to drop a very soft and very quick kiss to his lips. ]
She sees him play with the fly of his trousers, clearly stalling, and can't resist reaching out to still his fingers there. ]
They cannot help it. With their powers, they would hear or sense me no matter where we escaped into, in that mansion. It has always been that way.
So if I ever needed privacy - for whatever reason - well, there was always the sky. [ Her eyes flick up to his, a little grin tugging at her lips. ] Or extended visits at a friend's house.
[ She works the button free with one hand, fingers as quick and silent as a pickpocket's, before she leans in to drop a very soft and very quick kiss to his lips. ]
The sky- [His line of questioning is interrupted with a kiss that he happily leans into.]
[His pulse quickens at the contact- this nod towards confirmation, agreement. He isn't unconfident, but perhaps out of practice. He pulls his zipper down and lifts his hips slightly as he tugs the shorts to the floor. Now it was just him in the swimsuit, an echo of the day before.]
[He stands and sighs, thumbs hooked in the waistband.]
Come on, it's a bit unequal, isn't it?
[His pulse quickens at the contact- this nod towards confirmation, agreement. He isn't unconfident, but perhaps out of practice. He pulls his zipper down and lifts his hips slightly as he tugs the shorts to the floor. Now it was just him in the swimsuit, an echo of the day before.]
[He stands and sighs, thumbs hooked in the waistband.]
Come on, it's a bit unequal, isn't it?
I'm not the one in need of a bath. [ She points out, amusement dancing in her eyes. She does get up a little when he does, though, to tug off the loose top she was wearing. There's a bra on underneath, white cotton, and she doesn't move to take it off.
She does move to help him peel off that swimsuit, careful so that nothing gets snagged on any elastic or spandex. If she lingers over where it tents over him, surely it's just a coincidence. She looks up. ]
Let me do this for you.
She does move to help him peel off that swimsuit, careful so that nothing gets snagged on any elastic or spandex. If she lingers over where it tents over him, surely it's just a coincidence. She looks up. ]
Let me do this for you.
Edited 2024-07-22 10:59 (UTC)
cw sex probably. idk why im warning, it's an inbox. It's what it's for
levindicated
2024-07-22 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, he appreciates the new view for sure, though it's hardly new, he doubts he could get sick of this anyway. And then her fingers are upon him, and his breath hitches slightly. ]
[He moves his hands out of the way and immediately tries to find somewhere else to put them. He places one on her shoulder, he's not going to touch somewhere untoward uninvited. He knows the rules.]
Do what, then?
[The words they each said moved past one another often enough that he suddenly feels unclear to her meaning.]
[His cock, however, is completely confident. It's average enough in length, though handsomely shaped. He's well-groomed here, a self-standard. A habit.]
[He moves his hands out of the way and immediately tries to find somewhere else to put them. He places one on her shoulder, he's not going to touch somewhere untoward uninvited. He knows the rules.]
Do what, then?
[The words they each said moved past one another often enough that he suddenly feels unclear to her meaning.]
[His cock, however, is completely confident. It's average enough in length, though handsomely shaped. He's well-groomed here, a self-standard. A habit.]
Edited 2024-07-22 11:15 (UTC)
Take care of you. [ She quirks a brow up at him, shifting closer. If he's unsure, she simply assumes he's trying to be polite by giving her a last out. Except she won't take it. ]
You were in a state last night, as you left. I think I owe you at least this much. [ It's not like he was hard to miss, even at the late hour. So her hand closes around him, finding him firm and definitely confident. Easy enough to start with a slow tug and steadily surer strokes to keep him that way.
She keeps her voice as low and quiet as she did the previous night, like they might be overheard. ]
The shower will stay warm. I'll make sure of it, so we can get you well and properly clean. [ Whatever that would entail, she hasn't exactly decided yet. But she's willing to do at least this much. ]
You were in a state last night, as you left. I think I owe you at least this much. [ It's not like he was hard to miss, even at the late hour. So her hand closes around him, finding him firm and definitely confident. Easy enough to start with a slow tug and steadily surer strokes to keep him that way.
She keeps her voice as low and quiet as she did the previous night, like they might be overheard. ]
The shower will stay warm. I'll make sure of it, so we can get you well and properly clean. [ Whatever that would entail, she hasn't exactly decided yet. But she's willing to do at least this much. ]
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