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 Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 4:53 pm
"I have to?" Jack scowled as he pushed her hand away, nose wrinkling briefly. "Really. And what's that?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 6:51 pm
"You totally have to," she insisted, "or I'll trash yer coffee machine myself. Think about that s**t."
She chuckled her low laugh again and caught the hand that swatted hers. "Come back from the desert aight? Don't care if you're ********- you come back. Can't do this without you." She was too relaxed about the words, and perhaps that was because she was still uncomfortable defining what "this" was. She would settle for where he wanted it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 8:08 pm
He matched Chel's casual approach and curled his long fingers over hers. "Well, s**t." Jack conjured up a crooked, not-quite smile, a show of the edges of his teeth and a wrinkled cheek. "Here I was planning on ******** around until I dried up just to see who'd miss me this time. But on pain of my coffee machine's death and you floundering aimlessly, I'll come back."
He tilted the mug back and finished the rest of his coffee, then offered it to her so she could put it on the nightstand. "Your turn. Stop trying to contact the being that wants to ******** you over more."
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 9:25 pm
Chel took the cup and moved it to the designated location, all while watching Jack with a careful eye. Sometimes she really wasn't sure where Jack's sarcasm ended and truth began. But she kept her fingers intertwined with his and that had to mean something on both sides of the connection.
"S'at an order, cranky?" she questioned, "You gonna take over then?" It wasn't a pointed statement but genuine curiosity followed by a snicker to lead Jack out of the serious tone she wasn't sure she wanted to have.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 9:38 pm
Not even Jack always knew where that line was, if there was a line at all.
"Yes, it is." He wondered if phrasing it as such made her more inclined to disobey just to piss him off or less inclined to be rebellious because it was a serious request, whatever his tone. "And I thought I already held that prestigious title," he deadpanned. "If not, I feel like I should have been awarded something by now."
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 10:10 pm
"Yer rewarded with bomb sex, what the ******** else do you want?" Though the statement and the action were completely separate, her hand tugged on his leg, attempting to pull him closer. "I know the scars are repulsive, but c'mon Beanstalk."
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 10:21 pm
The silent debate about whether to stay or go lingered even as he pulled his other leg up onto the bed, and Jack turned on his side to face her. Curled slightly on the bed, he looked less than content with lying around; the coffee was beginning to work through his system.
"Three more songs," he told her. "Then I'm heading out to the labs." Or something. He could fix his sleep schedule, but today was just not that day.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 10:26 pm
"You still want Fall Out Boy or s'anything fine?" She moved his arm until it was under her neck, all while continuing to look at him. It was an unfortunately natural movement, almost absently done.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 10:43 pm
"Doesn't matter." Annoyed with his glasses, he propped his head up at a better angle against the pillow. "S'long as it isn't extremely peppy," he amended, for woe be any song that clashed with his mood too much. Though the familiar position helped somewhat, he didn't meet her eyes for long; they closed as she made her selection.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 10:50 pm
Chel had one arm clamped down, but she used the other to remove his glasses and put them on the nightstand behind her. Seeing his eyes open jarred her a bit, but she didn't falter and settled back into his chest.
The ipod got more attention afterwards as she leafed through the selection for a certain song. "Three songs," she murmured, finding her place under his chin. "No take backs."
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 11:11 pm
He watched her like a hawk as she whisked his glasses away; he hated them, but it didn't mean he wasn't hyper aware of keeping them clean, a feat that became surprisingly annoying when on as active a job as Deus had him. Unaware of her trick at first--no take backs probably meant she was going to spring something on him at the last minute just to bother him, like the music video version of a song that made it twice as long or something--Jack chose not to get comfortable as she did and merely closed his eyes to better lose himself in Pink Floyd.
Approximately a minute later, when he realized the song she chose to play, Jack cracked his eyes open and retrieved the iPod just to make sure. A partial word left his lips as he added up the minutes, followed by a half-amused, half-surprised sound as he fell back into place. "You sneaky b***h," he muttered with a better smile. "Pink Floyd being used for evil: what's the world coming to?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 11:14 pm
Chel sat in wait. She knew how long the song was, she was perfectly aware of what tricks she was up to. When he shifted his weight under her, she knew the jig was up. She laughed her orange laugh and murmured, "Y'should know better than to trust somethin' with pink in it's description."
Her head moved from his chest to the pillow behind him, because she liked watching Jack's smile. It was rare. "Saddle up ********, you got sixteen more minutes."
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 11:18 pm
He supposed Chel had him there. Jack gave a long-suffering sigh as if he wasn't a little tickled by the loophole she exploited. "Sixteen more minutes of what?" he asked wryly. "Looking at you preen and boast?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 11:27 pm
"Sixteen more minutes of you restin' and not runnin' off for more work," she told him. "Stayin' put."
In five minutes Chel had closed her own eyes and her mind had slowed considerably. Not enough to sleep, but enough to match her breathing with Jack's.
In ten minutes she kissed Jack's collarbone to keep herself awake. Tiny, small movements so not to disturb him.
By sixteen Chel's body was leaden and Jack was going to have to deal with it. She summoned enough flotation to move her hand over the selection wheel. Opening her eyes to pick a song was harder. Her voice finally found words. "Next one's gonna piss you off, but just listen to it."
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 11:51 pm
"Fine, fine."
He fixed himself into a more comfortable position and rested his eyes. He didn't know the song as well as he could have, so rather than hum along he straightened the arm she was laying on and let it fall loosely over her back. Little fidgets were what kept him from dozing, small idle motions either on her back or against her hair. He didn't want to invite another accidental nap, or he'd truly screw himself over.
The moment he considered pulling her closer was when Chel shifted to change the song. Instead, he blinked hard and stretched his legs, then gave her a look when she warned him. "Don't tell me--"
It wasn't just Nicki Minaj but a whole crew of rappers he was subjected to. Rolling his eyes, he prepared himself for another long song. Luckily the beat was catchy enough to keep his interest. Truly, though, he was glad she hadn't picked a song she had used as a gag previously during sex, because the last thing Jack wanted was for the Pavlovian conditioning to kick in and give him an unwanted boner (which he swore would happen one day and he would regret everything forever when it did).
"Wasn't so bad," he said after Chel finished Nicki's verse. "Anything in particular I was supposed to listen for?"
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