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 Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 4:04 pm
Seconds after breaking Orion's grip and teleporting away Captain Petalite landed in a heap on the floor of her bedroom. Letting go of her power her uniform faded, being replaced with the denim cut offs and tank top she had been wearing before she went patrolling.
Reaching up she rubbed her neck, her throat still a bit raw from being choked by the red headed a** hole of a senshi. Letting her hand fall away she pushed herself to her feet, kicking her sandals off before she went to stand in front of her closet door that doubled as her mirror. Tilting her head back she brushed orange strands away from her shoulders, inspecting the damage to her neck. It was red, but there wasn't any tell tale fingerprint bruises forming thank god. That would be hard to explain.
Thinking of things that were hard to explain she remembered the meteors that had fallen and she carefully pulled her tank top off, leaving her in just her bra and shorts. She was wincing as she tossed the shirt away, lifting her arms hurt. Turning around she looked over her shoulder the best she could to see her back in the mirror. What she could see was bright red, burns from the meteors covering her back, mixing in with the bruises that were already starting to form. And now that the adrenaline was wearing off she was starting to realize how much it hurt.
Looking away from her back she looked into the reflection of her face and scrunched up her nose. She looked like a mess. Walking away from the mirror she opened the door of her bedroom planning on heading into the kitchen. The first aid kit was stashed under the sink and she was sure she had some burn ointment or something in there. The only hard part would be applying it, she couldn't exactly twist around without her back screaming in pain. Even walking was uncomfortable and more than once a hiss of pain escaped her lips.
For a moment she thought about calling up Blake, but no, then she'd have to explain to him how she ended up bruised and burnt. For all his acting callous she knew he wouldn't just brush off these injuries, using the excuse that it was a long story wasn't going to cut it. Unfortunately for her it seemed her boytoy was fated to find out about her injuries, because the minute she stepped into the living room she realized he was there, stretched out on her couch watching Sports Center. <********>
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 4:23 pm
Without looking away from the screen where they were again contemplating if Boston would run away with their division, earning an expletive or three tossed at the tv. His rhythm was such that when Victoria threw one in, he nodded and gestured wildly at the tv. "Yes. ********. That's exactly what I plan on do...ing..." Shirtless, the windows open to the summer heat, Blake sat up on the couch and swiveled to stare at his squeeze. Calling her his girlfriend was more than a little generous (though she absolutely was), but she was basically his.
"Vicks, what the hell happened to you? You look like you got set on fire." Her hair seemed untouched which was probably why she wasn't covered in blood as well as burns. He'd pulled wrong once and had almost gotten his bits twisted off for all that. Concern and anger showed in his face but at whom Blake would not have been able to say. He'd seen injuries like this when tromping around the Negaverse but that was something that Victoria didn't know about.
Half-crawling over the back of his couch, his face set into the alpha male expression that she would know immediately. "Did someone try to hurt you? I'll ******** 'em up." It was as close of a declaration of affection that she'd ever get.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 4:39 pm
She was still frozen in place after he spoke. Why hadn't she remembered that she had given him a key to her place? She should've checked to see if he was in the house before just trouncing out her injuries showing to the world. Staring at him with her big blue eyes another thought entered her mind. Burns blistered, they weren't pretty. He was going to see how awful she looked. ********, ********, ********. For all her acting and queen b***h behaviour she wasn't quite secure enough for that.
When he turned to look at her she realized he too was shirtless and she couldn't help but pause and think how delicious he looked. But, no, now wasn't sexytimes, now was think up an excuse super ******** fast time.
She still hadn't come up with an explanation when he asked her the question she knew he would. For a moment she was quiet, but then she rolled her eyes and flicked her hair over her shoulder, trying to slip back into confident sexy Vicky. That was hard to do when even your hair brushing your back hurt like hell. "Sunburn, it's not a big deal." It was a crap excuse and she knew it. The only way her sunburn would get as bad as the burns on her back was if she was tanning on the sun.
The nineteen year old sighed as she watched him climb over the couch. She knew that expression on his face, it meant he wasn't going to let this go. "Well, if you wanna try and beat up the sun you go right ahead, babe." Even though she was still slightly annoyed that he caught her in a compromising position she couldn't help but feel a small swell of happiness that he was taking it so personally. She still hadn't gotten him to ask her out, but she supposed this was a start.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 4:49 pm
He wouldn't buy that excuse if they were selling it at the dollar store half off, and she knew it. Blake leaned against the back of the couch, muting the television with an offhand click of the remote, eyebrows raised. "The sun? Vicks, it's 7:30. I saw you earlier, remember? Told you I was coming over? If you can get that burned from three hours, I really gotta start donating to the EPA or something. Ozone and all." It was a roundabout pile of bullshit, letting Vicky know that there was no way in hell he was letting this go.
"Let's try this again. What happened Victoria?" It wasn't exactly a fatherly tone, yet the firmness was there. He took two steps over towards her, reaching out and snagging her arm, turning her back to him before she could stop. What he saw had his stomach clenching and mouth twisting into a snarl. "You are seriously messed up. Someone did this to you. This isn't a goddamn sunburn." As if to prove his point that this was worse than she was making it out to be, Blake's hand moved forward to touch it.
"But hey if it's just a sunburn, you don't mind if I touch, right?" He was such an a*****e but he was mildly unhappy that she was lying to him. Casually.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 5:29 pm
Yup, he saw straight through that lie. The redhead wasn't surprised though, the lie had been mostly to buy herself some time. Not that it mattered, she still hadn't come up with a good reason why she was covered in burns. It wasn't like she could just tell him that she was part of a secret organization, she didn't think the higher ups would appreciate that. Not to mention he could be, god forbid, a senshi. She sighed, her hands going to her hips as she started getting defensive. "Because you always show up when you say you will right?" It was a cheap shot, throwing the one time he stood her up in his face, but she needed to ********. She knew there was no deflecting once he used her full name. He never called her Victoria, it was always Vicks, sometimes Vicky, but never Victoria. She was surprised her last name hadn't been whipped out. She was about to throw another lie at him, but then he grabbed her arm and any speech was cut off by a wince and a hiss of pain. Even though he grabbed her not burnt arm, the sudden movement had jostled her back and the skin stretching hurt like a b***h. She closed her eyes as he stared at her back. She knew at this point there was no way to pass what she had off as a sunburn. Even so she tried to deny it one last time but the defiance had left her voice. "No one did it to me, Blake...it was an accident." What kind of accident? She had no idea. It was another lie he wouldn't believe.
When he spoke again her eyes flew open and she twisted to look at him even though it hurt. Touch it?! "NO!" She to break his grip, but it wasn't happening. "Look, I can't tell you what happened okay? It's not a sunburn, and it wasn't an accident, but I can't tell you." All the twisting and turning had made tears of pain well up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, instead trying to blink them away as she stared at Blake, silently begging him to just drop the subject. She wasn't sure what she'd do if he didn't.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 8:40 pm
The deflection and criticism almost worked. Blake wasn't a guy who took criticism easily when he gave a s**t about the opinion of the person giving it. Lately, actually for a few months now, he really gave a damn about what Vicky thought of him. Yeah he'd stood her up and had gone off to a bar to score make outs in a dark corner with some half-naked slut, but that was weeks ago. Hadn't he made it up yet? "Jesus Vicks, still harping on about that? Last time I checked you weren't even..." He looked down at her again.
Eyes narrowed.
"That was good. You're a good button pusher, Vicks. Good thing you look like hell so I can't forget that you're hurt and you're not telling me what happened." His hand drew back from where he was going to touch her burn, listening to her prevaricate and try to get him to back off. Unfortunately for her (and sometimes fortunately, in other situations) Blake wasn't the sort of man who never backed down. Ever.
"What is it you can't tell me? What is there in the world you couldn't tell me, Vicks?" Eyes narrowed. He had thought about it earlier. There was only really one way in Destiny City to get that sort of injury without being able to tell someone about it. Either Victoria Collins was in a meth lab gone inflammatory (and he'd have heard about that) or she was involved in this whole damn war thing.
"Wait. Just a damn second." Taking her shoulders gently, Blake looked dead into her blue eyes. "Are you...like me?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 9:29 pm
For a second Vicky dared to hope, had she managed to get him off track? No. He managed to catch and reign himself back in before his temper ran off with him. Damn. She winced as his eyes narrowed. Yeah, there was no way she was getting out of this one.
His comment that she looked like hell had her seething silently. She knew she looked awful, it wasn't like he had to rub it in. When the sight of her breasts only encased in a bra didn't distract him she knew her injuries had to be bad. When he finally pulled his hand away from her burn she sighed in relief. She really didn't want to know how that would feel. The pain was already getting worse, and strands of her hair were getting stuck in the burnt, gooey skin of her back. While she was a Captain and had a higher tolerance for pain and suffering than most people meteor burns still hurt like a b***h.
Listening to him question what she was keeping from him she closed her eyes, surprised at the tightness in her chest. She should be able to tell him anything, but she couldn't. Not only could she not tell him she was part of the Negaverse, she couldn't tell him that she thought she might be falling in love with him. Or that she wanted them to move in together, or at least start officially dating. Everything that she really wanted to say was off limits for fear he'd bolt on her and never come back. That would be something she wouldn't recover from. Not after losing so much already. It killed her that she found herself in the position that she was dependent on him, after her first (and only) relationship she had sworn that she'd never need another man. And for five years she had kept that promise. Until she met Blake and realized she didn't stand a chance against his charisma. That was how she found herself in their current relationship situation.
The redhead was pulled away from thoughts of their nonlationship by the feel of his hands on her shoulders. She couldn't stop the grimace that crossed her face, her shoulders had gotten it just as bad as her back. Ignoring the pain she stared up at him, her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, the tears in her eyes involuntarily beginning to trickle down her cheeks. When he finally spoke she found herself more confused. Like him? Like him how? She definitely wasn't a man. Ignoring the pain she reached up and covered one of his hands with her own.
"Babe, I'm not really sure what you mean."
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 9:43 pm
Dilemma time. Most of the time it seemed like Vicky knew exactly what he was saying even before he said it. Maybe that meant he was predictable, or maybe she was just that smart. Too bad that when he really needed to be predictable and she really needed to be that smart, nothing was happening to make the connections in her mind. It made him wary and uneasy. Maybe she was cooking meth. But that didn't explain why sometimes she'd kick him out at night. Blake didn't get the feeling off of her that she was a girl who kept a line of guys for her bed.
Dates? Sure why not, dates were nothing. But their sex was mind-blowing serious sex. You just didn't kick out awesome for mediocre. Blake absolutely refused to believe he was mediocre in bed. Drawing his attention back to the moment he had two options. Break the most important rule of identity that was given to all Negaverse officers and hope for the best, or just drop the subject and try to convince his baby to go to the hospital for her own good. His hands lightly drew her hair over her shoulder, patting it lightly to keep the goo off. "Shouldn't let your hair get messed up." It was gruff as he thought for a moment.
"Listen. There's this thing I do, at night, when I'm not here. It involves some illegal stuff but...it's a good thing. Just trust me okay? I think you know what I'm talking about." She had to. He just had to do something crazy and trust Vicky. If she really didn't know he could always drain her energy, take her to the hospital, and blame it on her injuries.
It was as good a cover-up as any. He patted her hair lightly and before she could really register what the ******** was going on, Lieutenant Pectolite was petting the ends of her hair. "Are you like me?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 10:19 pm
Vicky couldn't help it. She was usually very good at translating Blake speech into something understandable. Half the time he didn't even really need to talk, and she'd still be able to figure out what he wanted. This time though her powers of perception were failing her. He said like me, but what could that mean? She had given up trying to puzzle it out when another stab of pain ran across her back. She was starting to think that her injuries were worse than she thought.
The redhead couldn't help but shudder as her hair was pulled out of her burn. The action hurt, but the end result was more pleasant than having the hair in her wounds. His words and the hair pats made her feel warm inside, and she sniffed trying to quell her tears. This night was turning out weirder than she had ever expected.
When he spoke she blinked, not looking away from him. Thing he did at night? When he wasn't with her? Suddenly she got a serious expression on her face and she stared at him. "Really, Blake? You wanna talk about your jerking off habits now?" She had missed the part about it involving illegal things, but that was probably for the best. The places her mind would have taken that were places better left unexplored. She sighed, her expression softening when he told her to trust him. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, she just didn't have any idea where the conversation was going. "Alright, I'll trust you, but I'm still not sure what you're talking about." After the night she'd had her brain wasn't up to making the connections it would need to to figure out that Blake was talking about being in the Negaverse as well.
The moment she saw Pectolite a rush of confusing emotions ran over her. Relief, shock, irritation, and amusement were just a few, but shock was definitely the biggest. Her sapphire eyes flicked down to watch him pat her hair, and then looked back up to his face and the only response to his question was a break down. Vicky burst into sobbing tears and fell against Pectolite's chest, only it wasn't a half naked Vicky that buried her face in his uniform, but a skimpily dressed Captain Petalite. It was all too much for her, and instead of attempting to form words she just gripped the front of his uniform and let the tears come.
After half a minute of crying something clicked in her head and the tears suddenly stopped, leaving wet tracts down her cheeks. She glared up at him, beating on his chest with her fist. "You hit on me! What, did you get into the Negaverse to pick up chicks? How many officers did you sleep with, Pectolite? No, no, better yet who did you sleep with? Chromite?! Paragonite?! Serandite?! Laurelite?! URANOPHANE?!?!" Each name was punctuated with her fist beating on his chest. They weren't exceptionally effective punches since she was starting to feel a bit woozy from the constant pain of her injuries, but she did her best.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 10:34 pm
Oh God she was crying. Crying. Wasn't this a good thing? Pectolite did feel relief as Petalite fell into his arms, a kind of awe on his face that was coupled with the extreme discomfort of gently holding an incredibly burnt, sobbing captain. His captain. Oh s**t. He'd been hitting on her. Pectolite did, in fact, remember several occasions when his hands had cupped her very fine, fine a**. They even had made out once.
Oh s**t.
There was even a traitorous rush of pleasure at the fact that he distinctly remembered the sexy Petalite pushing him away and saying something about a boyfriend. Oh man did she think he was her boyfriend? This night was good, then bad, then good again. Totally ******** up. What was a bro supposed to do when all this happened? The redhead wasn't really giving him time to think about it, as she started to punch weakly as his chest, rattling off the names of some of the women in the Negaverse.
His face got more and more indignant before eventually he grabbed her wrists. "Uranophane? Really? Now I know you're being ridiculous." He smirked a bit, glad the tears are gone. "Your fine a** is the only one I ever got my hands on. You can't be pissed, baby, since it turned out to be your a**. Obviously I was just that into you. Can't be pissed." Maybe if he said it enough, she'd buy it.
Hopefully.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 11:09 pm
By the time she was done yelling at him the tears were dried up, but the back of her uniform was getting damp with blood and other leaking bodily fluids from her burns. It didn't help that when she powered up again her uniform no longer had holes burned in the back of it and so it was rubbing all over her burnt back. It was nearly enough to make her start crying again. But, luckily for Blake, she kept the tears on the inside.
Pectolite's hands around her wrists stopped her battery of him, but it didn't calm her fury. His questioning her rationality by suggesting Uranophane, on the other hand did help a bit. She let the anger go, the tension leaving her body, but she didn't drop the glare that she was shooting at him. His explanation for why it was quite alright for him to have hit on her while under glamour made her roll her eyes. "Uh huh, that just must be it." She let her hands drop away from him and she would have crossed them over her chest if that wouldn't have hurt her back so much. "You're so into me that you can't even ask me out properly." And there it was. One of the many things she wasn't supposed to say. She was never supposed to allude to the fact that she wasn't completely happy the way they were.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 11:21 pm
"Jesus ******** --" Wasn't that just like a girl? You show her something extraordinary, try to help her because she was burned to ******** and back so that it was about to ooze all over her nice floor, and she accused you of being a womanizing douchebag (which he kind of was) who wasn't doing enough to carry the relationship. So he did the right thing and told her that. "Listen Vicks." Pectolite powered down into Blake again, topless and shooting her frustrated glances.
"You're burnt to hell and acting crazy because you're in shock. If you don't like having me around to help you out just tell me to leave. I know where the door is and I'l use it." And call 911 as soon as he was outside, just to be safe. Victoria was going to the hospital tonight whether she was willing or not. He preferred willing. "Just power back down so I can look at your back okay? I might have somethin' for it but you just have to chill the ******** out, okay?" Yeah, he was talking in circles and probably botching this care thing.
Blake Allison wasn't a caretaker. He usually split when things got hairy. But Vicky wasn't just his...squeeze. She was his captain and a damn good one. He wasn't dead or maimed yet, though she was. He just had to...try. Or something. Jesus ******** Christ.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 11:49 pm
He wasn't taking it well. She could tell. Really she wasn't surprised. If she was going to be honest with herself she was surprised that he was still standing there talking to her. She had half been expecting him to bolt out the door. She watched as he powered down, momentarily distracted (again) by his shirtless physique. Damn, he was too hot for his own good.
All thoughts of how yummy Blake was topless left her mind as he made it very clear that he wouldn't have a problem leaving her without hesitation. She didn't believe it, she wouldn't let herself believe that he had the capacity to just turn and walk out without any reluctance. Did he care about her at all? Petalite's blue eyes stared at him, trying to figure out if he was bluffing. If all else he'd want to at least stay for the sex, right? The redhead knew she was amazing in bed, it was one of the main pillars their relationship was built on.
She was still trying to figure out whether or not he was bluffing when he told her to power down. After another second of staring at his face she sighed in defeat. She knew Blake, she knew he wasn't bluffing. If she told him to get out he'd leave and never look back. Quietly she let the energy go, powering down to be Vicky again.
Without looking at Blake she made her way to the small table that was in the corner of the kitchen, sinking down onto one of the chairs. She was careful not to lean back against her burns, instead she perched on the edge of the chair, staring at the peeling linoleum that covered the floor. She really needed to get that replaced.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 12:10 am
Fingers stroked lightly against the side of her neck and down her cheek for a moment, a sign that Blake was feeling truly off-kilter. It wasn't that he wasn't a touchy-feely kind of guy. Blake usually jumped at any opportunity to stick his hands all over Vicky in as many inappropriate situations as possible because he was a dude and she was his babe. Why wouldn't you put your hands all over her? She allowed it. Blake was a misogynistic b*****d, yep.
Mentally he started with 'sorry' but what came out was. "Gotta be like this Vicks, you need it. Whichever senshi you ran into seriously ******** you up." He didn't even know what to do but he decidedly did not want to touch the gooey morass of burns that was her back. It was really bad and was beyond any care he could give. Besides, she'd start screaming if he had to put the peroxide or booze or whatever the hell you put on a wound. Somehow, he didn't think Neosporin was going to cut it this time.
"I think we need to take you to the hospital. Some sort of doctor." He hesitated, sweetening the deal. "I have a bit of energy. I hear it helps the initial pain but...it's not much." Reaching into his pocket, Blake pulled out the energy he kept on his person at all times between deliveries. "I was going to try and deliver this later after leaving later tonight. Consider this a timely delivery?" He was worried. It was clear enough that even a blind person could see it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 12:48 am
Blake's touch against her neck and check was electrifying, even the small touch sending shivers running over her skin. She wasn't quite used to this kind of touch. A slap on the a**, or a boob grope sure, he did that ll the time. But tender touching was something new. Her eyes closed for just a moment, but then Blake opened his mouth and the moment was lost.
Looking up at him from the chair she sighed. "His name was Orion. The b*****d brought down meteors, Blake, firey, burning, meteors" Her lips curled in disgust as she thought about it, ******** senshi and their ******** magic. Resting her elbows on her knees she buried her face in her hands, ignoring the dirt she was rubbing into her skin. She'd take a very hot shower later.
At the mention of a hospital she lifted her head to stare at him. "A hospital? How am I supposed to explain this at a hospital, Blake?" She shook her head slightly, careful not to flick her hair over her shoulder and into her burns. The offer of energy had her a bit more interested. Sapphire eyes trained on the green orb, it wasn't all that big. The part of her brain that was always Petalite almost started to give him a talking to about the amount of energy he'd been turning in lately. She held that back though and instead outstretched her arm for the energy. It would help, even if it was a small amount.
When the orb was dropped in her palm she raised the energy to her lips, slipping the orb between them. It was rolled around her mouth before she swallowed it whole, a zing of energy racing over her body. It wasn't a cure all, but it did make her feel less like she was about to die. Her eyes, now a brighter blue than normal, rolled up to stare at him, her...well, he was her Blake. It didn't take her long at all to realize that even if he wasn't bluffing about leaving her he did care, and he was worried about her. With a small sigh she stood up, the motion not hurting as badly as it had before, and moved in front of him.
Lifting her arms she slipped them around his neck, her fingers playing with the short strands of violet hair at his nape. "Carry me?"
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