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 Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 10:39 pm
"I love you enough to let you cover up the taste."
There was a small pause in which the iPod was either turned down or turned off. Another pause. A drawer was being opened; she could practically see the runic bandages being pulled out from them, it was so familiar.
"Where are you?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 10:48 pm
"Ha," she said with the syllable drawn out. She couldn't hear the drawer open but she knew Jack was too smart.
She should've called Chris. Damn. "Down by the ring. Snow's cold." Where there normally would have been someone else to help her out, most had chosen the indoor sparring rings because of the cold. Chel had wanted to be alone.
"Side's pretty bad. I think somethin's bruised." She took a moment to spit and didn't dare look at the color. "C'mon princey."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 7:21 am
He shut the stove off and set his things down. "On my way. Don't move."
God bless long legs. Jack had long since accepted that Chel was scrappy and wasn't so much worried about her health this time (she could still call and speak after all) as he was wondering who it was this time, what for. He reached the field in minutes and pressed his lips together for a moment when he saw her on the ground.
he asked as he got down beside her and began to assess the damage at her side.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 1:08 pm
When he arrived she tried to sit up to greet him, just a natural movement to his presence but she winced and faltered a moment. "Good target," she responded, pointing around her eye at all the scars.
At least the snow was cold and keeping her wounds numb, but the snow was also ******** cold. She hooked an arm around his neck and took a heady breath into his shoulder before letting go and letting him do his lifer thing.
"Just get me outta the snow princey. M'cold."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 2:08 pm
Well, it wasn't the worst condition he had seen her in, but it was definitely something she'd need to sit out for. "Can you stand?" he asked. "Or do I need to carry you back home?" Since he was sure he didn't want to be in the infirmary.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 2:40 pm
She made the universal gesture for "help me up." If it was a pinch situation she certainly could have dragged her sorry a** home, maybe with some major damage, but at the moment she had the luxury of a husband as a crutch.
"Swear you get off on carryin' me or somethin'," she mumbled through gritted teeth. Then her lips parted in a groan at the familiar squeeze on her side. "C'mon."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 4:49 pm
"Swear you get off on getting punched," he retorted. They went at a slow pace, his strides a fraction of the ones he had taken to get there. "Whose a** needs kicking?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 4:52 pm
Her eyes hadn't focused on his for very long before returning to the ground. Now she glanced up to his once when he asked the question, and then back down.
"It was just a normal fight. They got me at the last second." Entirely untrue. Stormy had wiped her a** and she knew it. "So how much cheese we talkin'?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 5:01 pm
"And then left you on the field like that? What an a*****e."
Jack gently patted off some snow from her back. "Well, guess you deserve as much as we have left, looking like that. I still have to actually melt the cheese..." Chel's call had interrupted him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 5:03 pm
The way Jack phrased it had her mouth twitching in a smile. Left her indeed.
"When'd you get so nice?" she said, leaning more into his side than she meant to. "All the cheese, wow."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 5:19 pm
"Have to be nice," Jack said as a matter of factly. "You stomach my cooking. Besides, I don't really like cheese."
After ducking into the house, Jack led her to the nearest chair and immediately lifted her top to get to work. Only a bruised rib and black eye...The buffers were a blessing.
"Other than your new beauty marks, how was your day?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 5:24 pm
The crazy thing was, Chel was actually starting to like his cooking.
She fell into the chair the way some people melted into their bed after a long day. It wasn't really the sitting down that was helping; it was the heat.
Her thumb rubbed against her irritable lip and she pulled it back to see the red color again. "Dammit," she muttered, pulling lip back into her mouth to lick the wound herself.
His hands came to the edge of her shirt and she flinched, slightly unawares that he had been there thanks to the closed eye. Once she realized it was him she relaxed and let him move her like a ragdoll. "At least buy me dinner first," she joked with a slight wince as he touched the bruise. She ignored his question for now. She didn't want to talk about it just yet. It was that same adolescent anxiety that shut her mouth; the same kind that kept you from telling a parent about a bad grade or telling a friend a secret.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 5:30 pm
He snorted and countered, "I made you dinner."
Once the bandages were in place, he let her be and went to the fridge. In the freezer compartment, there were always several ice packs for occasions like this. Taking one, he offered it to Chel.
"Okay. You'll tell me after we eat?" he offered. Compromise.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 5:33 pm
She took the ice pack and with it the rest of his arm too in order to yank it (and him) down so she could kiss his cheek. It stung a little with the split lip (thankfully now not bleeding after the clean up).
"F'yer lucky."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 5:45 pm
He blinked in surprise shot out his other arm to balance himself, which thankfully didn't hit anything.
"Well, considering the house is intact and the food doesn't smell bad—and that we have of cheese," he reported with a small grin and a little flap of the slices he had grabbed from the fridge, "I'll take those chances."
With a return peck carefully placed away from the bruised eye, he returned to the bowl of noodles and broccoli still in need of straining. The work gave him time to puzzle over who Chel had fought; she wouldn't have been adamantly vague if it wasn't someone special. And given recent things, he was sure he had a good idea who it might be.
But he returned with the bowl of food and several smaller ones for them, leaving Chel with the melted cheese to drizzle to her heart's content, and didn't pursue the line of questioning further. He peppered in an anecdote about work and couldn't help but follow it up with a mocking commentary about how domestic this all was, but frankly he wouldn't ever give it up.
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