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Leroy Jethro Gibbs (codetoliveby) wrote in madisonvalley,
@ 2018-10-01 13:30:00

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!closed, !log, ~2018 october, ~25 points, ~~leroy jethro gibbs (codetoliveby), ~~lydia martin (drawntodeath)

WHO Gibbs & Lydia
WHAT Accidentally running into one another
WHEN Monday afternoon
WHERE In town
WARNINGS TBD will update as needed
STATUS Closed | Incomplete

Gibbs definitely felt out of sorts as he tried to come to terms with the memories of the past week. Being Emily's grandfather instead of her uncle wasn't exactly a stretch, even if it was a very start reminder of the fact that he was old. Sixty was definitely old enough to have a granddaughter back then and it probably would've been alright now, too. Although maybe not a full grown teenager ready to get married. He was so not ready for that at all.

On top of that, he'd been very heavily involved in a relationship with a young woman literally a third of his age. GIbbs had enough hesitancies about being able to have a relationship with Karen and she was closer to half his age. It was harder still because he knew Lydia, had helped Thomas work on their house more than a few times. He almost wished he'd been with the Madame because he didn't know her at all and it would've been easier to simply ignore her and forget what had happened. He wanted to forget about the feelings Lydia had inspired in him after years of getting to know her, even when it had really only been for a week for them right now. It was still a lifetime of memories to sort through.

Enough that it was distracting as he walked through the streets toward the hardware store. Today was a day to work the boat and try to get everything straight in his head, which meant he needed more sanding paper and nails. It was so bizarre, walking down a street that he could see both ways - as it was now and how it had been back then. He was so caught up in it that he lost track of how it was now and nearly walked right into the very person he'd been hoping to avoid.

"I-" He'd been about to apologize, but he caught sight of one of the many marks he'd left on her body and pressed his lips together in a thin line. How the heck were they supposed to behave now with the history they had together. Gibbs didn't really do awkward well.

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drawntodeath
2018-10-02 03:05 am UTC (link)

Waking up in the strip club wasn't something Lydia would have ever imagined doing. But there she was, and with memories of sleeping her way through a good half of the men she knew. Only half of whom she hadn't actually slept with before, so all in all it wasn't so bad. She'd slipped out quickly, quietly, before anyone could say anything and made her way home, jumped right in the shower to wash away the way being paid for sex had made her feel, wound up getting lost in thought until the water turned cold.

Standing in front of the mirror she'd gotten a real, good look at herself. Her neck and chest were covered in hickeys and all at once could only think about how she'd felt letting them be placed there. Special, treasured, wanted and maybe a little bit loved and those were the only things Lydia ever wanted out of everything she had with anyone. She'd never thought she'd get it all while she was a 19th century prostitute from a man she barely knew in reality.

Gibbs was nice enough, had definitely helped around the house and she supposed that she owed him for that, but she'd never thought of him in that way and, getting dressed and heading to school just to try to distract herself, that was the only thing she could think about. So wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't even see him coming toward her.

She'd given up on trying to cover up and be comfortable at the same time so her marks were on full display, just enough of her cleavage revealed to make it obvious they continued further than was visible, but seeing the way he was looking at her, Lydia wished she had put on a scarf or something. Self-consciously she folded an arm across herself, the other touching her neck.

"I wasn't going to waste the make up covering them up," she explained a little awkwardly. There were too many, it would have used all her good product and all the time she had. "And it's too warm for a turtleneck."

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codetoliveby
2018-10-02 04:06 am UTC (link)

His first thought was that maybe he should buy her the make up to cover herself up if she wanted to do so. There were a lot of them, made out of love from a man that wasn't too far of a stretch from the man he was now. She absolutely wasn't any kind of prostitute though and he had no idea how to even handle this situation but he was going to do his best. Her boyfriend had been sent home a while ago and she had that house to deal with all on her own.

"Do you want to cover them up?" Gibbs would more than understand if she did. He wanted her to cover them up, but at least there'd been a lot of secrecy around who her patron had been so he wasn't worried that it would get out that he'd been the one to give her those marks. "I don't-" He cleared his throat and lowered his voice.

"I don't want to apologize for them. It wouldn't seem right." It didn't feel right to not pull her in his arms and kiss her either, but Gibbs knew those memories were from another life. Still, those marks were made out of love and apologizing for them would just cheapen that. "But I will help you if you want to cover them up." It was only fair, except she'd have to tell him what to get or else how much it would cost so he could give her the money. He really didn't want to hand her money.

There wasn't anything either of them could do about the fact that the Dome had decided they'd been what they had been. They just had to figure out a way to live their lives with that knowledge that at one point in time, he'd loved her.