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 Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 1:46 pm
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"It's fine." Not I'm fine. He slipped a hand under her top and grazed his nails up her back. "Just itches sometimes. Big guy did the best he could," he said before kissing her hair. "You don't have to tell me, but you're not going anywhere right now either."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 1:50 pm
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He grinned back. "If anyone lays a hand on her, it's getting cut off," Jack replied smoothly. "Finn took her out for a spin while I was out on a mission once. I'm 80% sure that's why he has Crowell in his pocket." A joke, of course, seeing as from what he understood, the serenading had been met rather stoically.
He clipped the case closed and shoulder the strap. "Her power is immensely influential; I have to guard her secret carefully," he added as a matter of factly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 2:04 pm
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"Yeah?" Chel said back, trying her damndest not to compare the tiny scratches to the countless sets of hands that had been on her back. No part of her skin was ever her own. "Wasn't gonna move anyways."
She had been noting the exponential increase of these moments, tiny islands secluded from life. Moments belonging solely to them as a unit, not as two lost individuals. Less and less was her worry that it would end predictably. Each passing day only increased the fear it would end abruptly, that it would be ripped from her hands without her consent like so much else. Her fears are still there, but they are changing.
Chel has never been unafraid and that is the truth.
"We gonna skip duties?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 2:08 pm
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"Y'know the whole ladykiller with a guitar thing's like ... A million years old. Y'all ain't the first to sway a lady with ya strings." She let out a snorting laugh and gestured towards the door.
"You wanna take her outside the day? Feels like yer pretty playin' should be shared." It was nice enough out (this being relative since Deus' weather was permanently foggy) and Chel felt they'd been sorely cooped up from injury and pleasure.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 2:20 pm
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"Did mine already, you saw." Though those hadn't been actually scheduled—he just knew the infirmary was going to need an extra hand, as always. "You?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 2:24 pm
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"You mean it's a tried and true method," he argued. "But..." Jack looked through her window. "I guess I could be that one college douchebag and play out in the commons. Unless you want a romantic rooftop experience?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 2:28 pm
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"We ain't never been nothin' but douchebags," she purred, picking up the guitar case and moving towards the door like some kind of instrumentational enchantress.
"C'mon it'll be nice," she insisted. "Maybe you could teach me a thing, eh?" She rubbed her knuckles on her shoulder, faux-shining them. "I got my own chicks to pick up."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 2:34 pm
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"Skippin' then, I guess."
Her scars had mostly scabbed over now, she relaxed in his vice grip. They always lingered, but distraction came easy to someone who had practiced for almost a decade.
"Yer not allowed on big missions no more," she lazily joked, another sign she was moving back to normalcy. "Done near made a hole in the wall I was so jumpy."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 3:01 pm
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He exhaled a low laugh. "Fine words from someone who's going to go on secret missions herself," Jack said, "doing ******** knows what, ******** knows where." He shifted on the couch, stretching his legs out more. "Besides, you should know better than to destroy property without my help," Jack added with an uneven smile.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 3:06 pm
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Jack rolled his eyes. "And here I thought you did just fine with Twitter," he said, holding Barbara close to him to avoid knocking her against something as he followed after. "Still flirting around and s**t."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 3:13 pm
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"Yeah but it's different for me 'cause I'm a boss hunter." She leaned into his grin and used it as a crutch to prop her own smile up. "You won't have to worry 'bout me none."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 3:16 pm
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"I can always use help. The more the better." She cackled something fierce but the noise subsided with Jack's second comment.
He'd given her something to poke and that was never a good idea. As they walked down the hall she agitated, "What? Little baby's jealous of all the ladies lovin' me? Or are you 'fraid Dawson's gonna sneak off with me?" She snorted at the idea of Dawson- or anyone being able to make her do anything.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 3:31 pm
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"Liar." He pressed a kiss to the scarred corner of her mouth. "You have a shitty track record for 'won't have to worry,'" he pointed out. "Even boss hunters can get in trouble. But I can try not to let concern overshadow your capabilities."
Jack pulled her up and then continued to scratch her back, gently bumping their heads. After a song's length, he spoke up. "Listen...You remember the symptoms for the disease, right? Paranoia first, then a blackened area around the infected wound, then hyper-aggression. The moment you see this thing discolor, you knock me and Finn the ******** out, alright?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 3:41 pm
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He said nothing at first and began to pluck Barbara's strings, listening for something sharp or flat—though his eye roll was loud enough in the interim. "I don't give a s**t," he decided to go with. "Was just making an observation."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 3:50 pm
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Chel was quiet at that, stilled by the weight of Jack's worry. She knew people worried about her, it would be ridiculous to think that she was attachmentless, but hearing it so bluntly startled her slightly and left her sliding a hand under his robe and pulling his half/assed kiss into something long and thoughtful.
In the quiet that followed her thoughts bubbled and popped quickly. Soft things, thoughts concerned with luck and timing.
"Got it," she told him efficiently. Chel had never had concerns about having to incapacitate people. Killing was different and she thanked a god she didn't believe in that she hadn't been put in that scenario yet. "Don't let it get that far," she retorted, hands curling in his hair. "And f'we knock you out you better ********' come back to me." Seriousness begot seriousness from Chel. "I didn't love you to lose you."
But then she's realized what she's said and the blush comes followed by looser hands, awkward glances and a "Shut up alright?"
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