Log: Lil and Madison Who: Lil and Madison NPCs: N/A When: December 17th and 18th Where: Lil’s Apartment What: Arguing, assholish behavior, a little bit of confessing of feelings. You know all that fun in dsyfunctional stuff. Rating: I think if this were in a movie it’d get a PG-13 rating, just be warned that there’s liberal amounts of cursing and dsyfunctional ‘I want in your pants now’ times.
Madison cupped his hands together, and blew on them, feeling a bit (a lot) like an idiot. Not only had he not bothered to call before showing up at Lil’s, but he had also left his gloves in his car. So now he had been here on the stoop of Lil’s apartment for who knows how long (Madison had refused to look at his watch, as if by not acknowledging how much time had passed he could pretended to be shocked by how long he had been here) and freezing.
Sighing, Madison picked up the bag of Chinese food that he had brought with him, and considered heading back to his car and turning the heat on. Full blast. And maybe driving back to the school because really -- this had been a bad idea. Even a bigger bad idea then normal - because just showing up at Lil’s was never what Madison considered a smart move. But today? He had decided to just show up at Lil’s, with Chinese food and it had never considered to do something like -- call ahead. Make sure she’d be here.
Because she was not home - or she was just not answering the buzzer to her apartment. And Madison had pushed it a couple of times. Just in case she hadn’t heard it the first time. So, no it seemed that Lil was not home, and Madison was going to have to deal with being cold, and having a whole lot of excess Chinese food. Chinese food that was getting cold . . .
Cold like Madison. Sighing, Madison finally glanced at his watch and winced when he saw how much time had passed by. Right. Very much time to head back to the car, and try and get the circulation in his hands going again, and thaw out his feet.
It had been hell getting out of the office today, and it had been a Saturday. All Lil had wanted to do was go home, and it had been looking like she was going to manage to do so early, but there was some issues with some idiot dressed as Santa throwing fireballs on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls...
Lil really was beginning to hate her life even more. Not to mention the drama with Fury. Thankfully she had strict orders as a “foreign” agent to stay the hell out of that clusterfuck of crazy. So when she finally had everything done she tossed her coat and hat on and practically ran out the door.
Rounding the corner the last person she expected to see on her stoop was sitting there looking rather miserable and cold. “How the long have you been out here?” She asked, looking at him. After all, while she felt cold, she normally didn’t feel things as strongly as others did. Plus she grew up in a place where you went out with hot water in the middle of winter and threw it in the air to watch it evaporate in mid air for fun. This puny New York winter was nothing.
She didn’t wait for an answer. She fished her keys out of her pocket and opened the door. “Get your ass in here before one my neighbors call the police about your loitering.” While some might find the response rude, she did have a certain teasing quality to it.
Some people might have found the response rude -- but those people wouldn’t have been people who where married to Lil. And therefore not people who knew when Lil was teasing, and when she was being deadly serious about things. And so Madison picked up the teasing quality in her voice there.
He chose not to answer her question about how long he had been sitting out there -- because he didn’t want to seem any more pathetic then he already felt like he was.
“I happened to be in the neighborhood, so I brought you some Chinese.” He raised the bag, hopping that she wasn’t going to notice that the food was less then hot - he knew that that point was coming, she’d notice when the food got unpacked from the bag, but he was hoping that that point could be delayed until they got into her apartment. “Should have called first …” He added, as he watched her open the front door.
She waved the statement that he should have called first off with her hand. Obnoxiously enough, him stopping by unannounced really didn’t bother her much, except for the fact that she was bothered that she wasn’t bothered.
She started the trek up the flights of stairs to her place, pulling her hat from her head as she did so, stuffing it in her other pocket. “The food’ll hit the spot.” She offered up kindly, finally reaching her door. She used another key, popped the door open and flipped on the light. Shrugging her jacket off, she laid it over the arm of the chair in her living room.
It was a bit of a familiar routine, walking into an apartment with Madison with food. “Microwave’s self-explanatory. I’m gonna go.” She pointed to her room, and almost said ‘slip into something more comfortable.’ “Get the hell out of these clothes. There’s a bug or something going around the office. More coughing in a tight space than I can handle. They need disinfected... or burned.” God, just stop fucking talking. Not that Madison wasn’t used to her weird bouts of germaphobia and hypochondria.
With that she escaped to her room, changed quickly into some comfy, old jeans and a shirt. Before leaving the room, she pulled the chain with her rings off from around her neck letting it fall on the night table before heading back out.
Madison headed up the stairs after Lil, he himself thinking that this did feel awfully familiar. Him. Lil. Heading in from the outside, bringing food into the apartment --- of course this was her apartment, not theirs. He gave a nod of his head after she said that she was going to go change. Madison was use to her bouts of germaphobia and hypochondria. So use to it that he had use to stash bottles of hand sanitizer around their place, and had made a point of using them often.
Moving to the microwave, Madison gave the fridge a dark look -- he didn’t need any comments from that appliance thank you very much. Unpacking the bag of food, he placed some of the containers in the microwave, glad that that appliance at least was quiet. Pressing the buttons that would start the re-heating process, he glanced around the kitchen.
Right. Sink. Moving over to that, he began to wash his hands. Because he was going to eat, and Lil seemed a little concerned about germs at the moment. So he figured doing some pre-emptive hand washing might put him into her good graces a bit. And yes -- as weird as it was for him to admit it to himself, he kind of wanted to be back in her good graces.
He was at the sink when she emerged from her hallway. She didn’t say anything really, but she did smile at his back before grabbing two plates from her cupboard and sat them down on either side of the kitchen island where she had stools.
“School on break then?” She asked, by way of smalltalk. Normally she didn’t do that, and suddenly she wished she hadn’t asked since she’d just made a jailbreak from the school not that long ago. She remembered the conversation she’d had on her way out the door, and she looked angrily at the back of his head.
No, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t her business that apparently Madison had “friends” who came around. Whatever. The microwave dinged and she pulled out the containers placing them near the plates. “Are you doing anything for Christmas?” There that was a better question.
Right. The school. Madison had been (despite himself again) a little disappointed when he had found that Lil had taken off from the school, after the late night American Thanksgiving hockey game. Focusing on washing his hands, Madison nodded his head. Then he added a verbal agreement to that; “Yup. School is on break. Good deal being a teacher.”
Finishing washing up (he had scrubbed like he was getting ready to do some sort of surgery, not just eating some Chinese food) he turned to face Li and the food. Heading over to the island that she had placed the food on, he pulled up a stool.
“Heading home.” In this case home was his parents -- but he figured she would understand that part. “You?”
So he’d been at the sink for a while, and one thing was apparent. Madison could still sort of read her moods. She supposed a person always knew that after being together for seven years.
She busied herself with the food, when Madison returned the question. She couldn’t help it, but she didn’t want to look at him at that moment. She’d rather liked Madison’s parents. Except for his mother’s incessant jibes about grandchildren, they had been good people who had treated her well. “There’s probably some lame non-denominational, happy third week of December sort of get together.” But she really had no intention of going to it.
“I’m working. Bad guys never sleep, and well,” she shrugged, trailing off. She figured swap with someone who actually had somewhere to be. Jesus, she just felt kind of pathetic right now.
“Oh right, the third week of December get together. God - excuse me - powers that be of your choice bless the government and it’s need to be so politically correct.” Honestly, Madison had nothing against people being politically correct -- but he did have a rather large chip on his shoulder when it came to the government. Be that government Canadian or American, or something else.
He picked up a piece of Lil’s silverware and tapped it against the table -- but didn’t shift it to any other form. He respected that it was Lil’s (Lil’s and not their’s) and therefore not to be twisted into a new and more interesting shape.
“No, they don’t sleep. And hey, not so fun job but someones got to do it.” And here they where, back at the same conversational place they always seem to find themselves at. The Madison had problems with what Lil did for a living, place.
Well at least he was back to sounding like a cranky bastard. Lil could handle cranky bastard. She probably would have punched him if he’d picked up on the fact that she had no one to spend the holidays with and had looked all sorry for her.
Sure it was a weird reaction to have, but still, she probably would have.
She snorted. “I know, right? I mean at least call it a holiday party or something.” she said, rolling her eyes as she bit into an egg roll. “Political Correctness gone fucking awry.” She pointedly ignored his last statement. She was detecting snark, and not the good kind.
“Or a winter party. But I guess winter is offensive to some people.” He stopped fiddling with the fork he was holding, and began to use it for the purposes for which it had been intended for. That kept him from making any further sarcastic comments -- at least for a few moments when he worked on eating some of the food on his plate. “So. New Year plans?”
Yeah. He wanted to know. Because … he did.
“Can’t offend Summer people, or people who don’t get snow. Could you imagine what would happen if you accidentally offended Tropical climates?” It was said in a fit of manic sarcasm before tearing off a bit of crab rangoon. “I mean, really?”
She did lift an eyebrow in his direction when he inquired about whether she had New Year’s plans. “Dear Lord, I hope I’m not here. Can you imagine the idiots gathering to watch the ball drop?” She said, because sarcastic remarks were easier. They were a whole hell of a lot easier than like... wondering why it is he wanted to know. She was an idiot.
“It would be terrible, the tropical climates would have to put up a cold front, then the whole -- ecosystem would get all out of whack.” He did listen when Ororo talked, so he did understand that dramatic changes in weather where bad, and caused upset, and that was why snow in Australia outside of very small localized areas was bad. And yes, he was just rambling now, carrying on this ridiculous conversation with Lil and being sarcastic about -- well everything. Because that was how he and Lil interacted with each other -- things where just falling back into old familiar patterns.
He snorted when she said that she hoped she wasn’t there in New York city for New Years. “God, it would be another invasion of idiots - well. If you need a place to hide out …. They don’t make a huge fuss out in Westchester.”
Alright Lil should have stuck to the ridiculous (and actually funny) conversation about the weather of all things. It was what they’d did best. They sat at home, and had hilarious conversations about the idiots of the world. She was already in a little bit of a weird mood tonight.
She’d blame it on being alone for the holidays, but Lil never admitted shit like that. Especially when she had a paranoid feeling that the other person wouldn’t care.
But it was a casual invitation, but it... she couldn’t explain it, and she didn’t like it when Madison made her confused. In the past he was the very opposite of confusing. He was cranky yes, and argumentative sure, but he was not confusing. Suddenly, she couldn’t keep the words inside. “What are you-” she stopped for a fraction of a second. “What is this we’re doing, Madison?” Talking was neither of their strong suits, but she was beginning to feel like she was going a little crazy over here.
Talking was very much not something that Madison found easy -- or rather he found conversations in which he and Lil could make fun of everyone else (and themselves) to be easy ones. But conversations about real things? Yeah. Not so good.
So he stabbed a piece of food with his fork.
“I think we’re having dinner.”
He was well aware that wasn’t what she meant -- but he felt like being obtuse. And cranky. Because -- hell, he didn’t know what they where doing. Well. He thought that he might be making a mess of things (as always).
Yes, they were bad with this part sometimes, but she knew why he kept coming around here, but she needed him to say it... anything for that matter. She refused to be that woman. She wasn’t going to make this move, because it’d just plain out hurt to badly when it fell apart.
The moment the words were out of his mouth the look on her face- for only a few seconds- changed to one that looked like she’d just been smacked in the face. Oh hell no, she wasn’t going to show that that had hurt. Instead she dropped her fork with a look of pure disgust. She knew Madison could be obtuse at times, but she also knew at times like this he did it on fucking purpose and it made her want to stuff chicken down his throat until he choked to death.
“Right.” She said softly, devoid of any actual emotion since her head was swimming in anger. She needed out of this room immediately or she was going to go Tarantino on him with a goddamn spoon. “Excuse me.” She finished, hopping off her stool and padding down the hallway quickly, slamming her door behind her.
The thing was -- this might feel like old times. But it wasn’t. This wasn’t their place. She could have kicked him out -- and he realized that belatedly as she stormed out of the kitchen - her kitchen. There might have been a time (not so long ago) when Madison would have been kind of pleased that he had obviously scored a point … because when things had fallen apart they had epically fallen apart.
But now? He felt a bit like an ass.
No. A lot like an ass.
So. When he realized he had gone too far and crossed that line? Time to go. He figured he might have time to grab one more mouthful of food however -- but even as he was chewing he was mentally counting down in his head. Because Lil didn’t just walk away -- Lil got angry.
Oh and angry she got. The door had barely slammed shut before Lil actually realized what she’d just done. She’d just run from a fight. That is not what she did. She stood her ground, and if she did feel the need to walk away, it didn’t come from one single uttered sentence. No, it came from an hour long screaming match.
One sentence shouldn’t get her so far off her game, but yet it had. For the first time ever, she thought that she might actually truly hate Madison. And with that, not even a minute after the door slammed shut, she wrenched it back open and stalked back into her kitchen on his side of the island and let him have it. “I can’t fucking do this shit, alright? I can’t. I won’t. I can’t have you hanging around and being a fucking confusing, smug son-of-a bitch, got it?”
She paused only to shake her head and run her hands through her hair. “I can’t have you showing up here like nothing’s wrong, I can’t have hockey watching sessions, and I sure as fuck can’t have you being nice to me, and then being a purposely obtuse bastard the next second! I can’t do it, Madison.” I can’t be put through that ringer again was what she meant and didn’t say.
“I’m pretty sure I know why you’re here! But I’m not that girl. I don’t hint at and chase after someone who doesn’t want me.” In their entire relationship there hadn’t been many big deep emotional moments. Because surprisingly enough they both knew each other enough well enough to just know. There were whispered apologies in bed when one of them did cross a line, and the words “I love you.” were always simple. Right now she needed words Just so she knew what the hell was going on in his damn head, because she had no idea. “But I’m sure as hell not going to force something or beg you to say something. So unless you have anything else to say to prove you’re not really the biggest asshole on the planet, I really need you to leave. Now.”
A few thoughts flashed through Madison's head -- moving fast as light. One that was he was always a cranky and obtuse bastard, and that if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be himself. His sense of self preservation kicked in and kept him from saying that -- because that wasn’t the point right now. Nitpicking at something tiny was really epically not the point.
This was perhaps the angriest he had ever seen Lil -- and in the bad old days, that would have been something that Madison might have been proud of. But right now he felt like -- well the biggest asshole on the planet. Who came to someone else’s apartment and picked a fight with them?
And yet he didn’t address any of that. Instead he shook his head; “You think that I don’t want you?” Okay so he was acting like he didn’t care about her all that much. “Lil - I miss you. I always knew I missed you, but I didn’t realize how much until we ran into each other that the bar. And now I keep showing up -- because I miss you.”
But he couldn’t get over who she worked for. And that made him cranky, and made him be an asshole, and made him get cranky at her. While he understood that she had to work for the people she did -- it bothered him. Was never not going to bother him. But not having Lil around bothered him more.
Lil stopped and blinked. There were a multitude of things she should be doing right at this moment. She should be yelling at him for waiting so long and for being a prick. She should calm down, step away from him, and maybe attempt to talk like adults. She should still throw him out on the street and tell him she needed to think.
There was so many things she should have done right that moment. Logical, adult, smart things.
Instead she was on him in a fraction of a second with enough force to back him into the wall a couple steps behind him, lips on his hot and heavy. Because he’d said it, said something, and she’d long come to the conclusion that she was weak in regards to him. So instead she let her hand thread in his hair as she pushed herself flush against him.
She could admit that it was a bit fucked up.
Yup, this was very much history repeating. Although this was the most epic fight that he and Lil had ever been in -- no not the shouting at each other in the kitchen part. But the whole over arching “fight” that they where in, and had been in since their marriage had started to denigrate. But this was often a result of him and Lil having an argument -- and yeah, it was a bit fucked up.
“Jesus, Lil.” He muttered that quickly, and somewhat distractedly before he turned his attention to kissing her, and running his hands over her hips, because he was reacquainting himself with her. This was a bad idea. But this whole day had just had been one bad idea after another so -- why not continue the trend?
There really wasn’t a good way to describe the reason why just now. Lil was convinced that a psychiatrist would have a field day in her head. Their advice would probably also have been one of ‘you should probably drop this whole thing.’ Lil would just think they didn’t get it. It was dysfunctional and messed up, but Lil figured if they got over this one bit of gigantic bullshit that they might actually be alright.
But she’d gone back and done what had always worked for them in the past without regard to the underlying reasons for it. Sure, someone might say the holiday’s made people lonely; they’d say that it was natural for people who’d been in a relationship as long as they had to keep a sort of connection; they’d say she was just simply that hard up. But all she knew was that he missed her and she believed him when he said it.
And that was why she’d responded to his hand splaying her hips, that familiar sensation, by dropping her mouth along his jaw and neck, like she’d forgotten what he tasted like, scratching lightly with her teeth in a couple of places as her hands dropped to push his shirt up, which wasn’t going to exactly work considering she had no intention of stepping away long enough to get it off, but for that second? She was perfectly content just feeling his warm skin under her hands.
Madison meanwhile had moved one of his hands up under Lil’s shirt, and while they where already pressed together, but he he his other hand and arm around her waist, keeping her close and -- his hand under her shirt froze.
“Lil -- Lil.” Talking -- again something that Madison wasn’t really good at, and under the circumstances something he really wasn’t good at, but there was something that needed to be said. “Your fridge. I can’t -- It keeps making remarks on the stain on the bottom of my shirt... not doing this in front of it."
Maybe that was a mood breaker, but it had to be said. Because the fridge was killing the mood for him -- And of course Madison had to glance down at his shirt -- and sure enough, somehow during the day he had gotten grease on his shirt.
She had been fully intending to ignore whatever he had to say, just in case it was about how this was a bad idea, and she was fully ready to counteract any slips into rational thought by talking herself. Of course, said speech would have been of the, ‘I need you right now. I’m going to tell you what I want you to do to me.’ train of thought.
But she didn’t really have much of anything to counteract her refrigerator insulting him, but that moment she didn’t move from him. For some reason at that moment she had been slapped in the face with the reminder that she’d missed him way more than she wanted to admit. She gave a tiny chuckle into the skin of his neck in response and dropped two tender kisses to the skin below his ear. It was a contrast to the hurried movements just seconds ago, but she’d been married to him. She was used to some of his... oddities.
And she was still hot enough under the collar for this to not break the moment, because dear God, she just sort of wanted him at that moment. So she ignored him for a moment, pressing herself tightly against him, and pulling his head back down to kiss him again. “Bedroom.” She breathed against his ear, somehow still showing that urgency was still there. “Now.” She still didn’t want to move from him. But she had to. So she took a step back and towards the hall, and damnit he’d better follow her. So she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it behind her just to make sure that he did.
He really hoped that he wasn’t going crazy -- he really hoped that the fridge really was talking to him. Because if his psychosis was bad enough to intrude on this moment, and make him think that the fridge was talking to him? Well he was really far gone. Really far gone.
But even as she was pressing herself against him, the fridge was talking and Madison knew that yeah -- he really wasn’t going to be able to do this here, in the kitchen. However, Lilian proved once again she was the brains of this outfit (or at least the one who owned this apartment, and therefore got to make a call on where to go if the kitchen wasn’t suitable).
And yeah, he was following her, he ducked out of the way of the tossed shirt, and laughed, and followed her into the hall. The hall was free of any electronic devices that had things to say about his clothes. So that meant there was no more distractions -- so he caught up to Lil, and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her close. “Damnit Lil.” He muttered before he moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck. “I missed you …” Said before he kissed her shoulder.
Okay there was a bit of a rush here -- in the sense that it had been a hell of a long time, and really the bedroom door was right there. “Bedroom probably a good idea.” Because there was a bed in there -- and it wasn’t that he was old!… but the bedroom, and it’s bed was a good idea because Lil didn’t have to worry about any kind of carpet burn (that lucky bitch) but he did.
No, she was not going to have forgotten how to operate a goddamn doorknob because he was kissing at her neck. That would’ve just been pathetic. But when he’d pulled her back to him, she couldn’t hep but to forget about it for a few seconds as she arched herself slightly against him, concentrating on the feel of his hands on the bare skin of her tummy and his lips on her shoulder.
Again, he’d said he’d missed her, and she realized she hadn’t actually said it back. Part of her didn’t trust herself to speak at the moment, at least about missing him. She thought it might turn into flood gates that released far more than she wanted him to know at the moment. So instead she thought it might be best to show how much she had. So she got the damned door open, turned around. She pulled him down for another kiss and merely said, “I miss you too.” low and muttered against his lips as she pulled him along with her into the room.
The moment it was said back though, her hands were everywhere, because it had been too long, entirely too long, and she was getting caught up on the familiar feel and movements of him. She couldn’t help it if it made her think of all the other times they’d found themselves in this position. Her hands were in his back pockets for leverage as she held herself close, before coming out and under shirt. “God, You have no fucking idea how much I need you right now.” She continued speaking (because she knew exactly what that would do to him), breaking away from him just enough to get his damned shirt off. Warm skin against skin.
She couldn’t help it if she took a tiny second to just breath in the feeling of him against her. With that she pushed on him in a leading way until the back of his legs hit the side of her bed, nipping at his bottom lip, hands on his pants. She needed all these clothes gone now, damnit, because it had been too long, and his hands just brushing against her skin was doing more than they really had a right too. Her mouth nipped its way towards his ear and really before she could help herself she was talking again, telling him how much she did need him and giving him a rather tame -- for her-- preview of what she wanted to do. Not overly explicit, but the perfect amount to get his imagination going.
So it had been established that he had missed her, and she in turn had missed him. And it had been established by them talking about (or at least admitting it) and actions where then speaking much louder then words. Even if there was still some words being used -- which yes was having the desired effect. He was aware (despite everything that was going on) the back of his legs had hit the edge of Lil’s bed.
There where other concerns at the moment however, like the fact that pants were still on. His attempt to assist Lil with that -- didn’t go quite as Madison had intended. He was honestly capable of getting his pants on and off without assistance, but typically when he dressed himself (or undressed) he wasn’t having Lil tell hm what she wanted to do, and was trying to kiss her. And okay -- so he had been use to getting his pants off in that kind of circumstance before, but he was a little out of practice.
So he stumbled a little bit, and reached out a hand to try and steady himself, and hit the side of Lil’s nightstand. There was a crash as her alarm clock hit the floor, and Madison managed a muttered slightly distracted; “Oh shit.” before returning to kissing Lil, pausing to say; “I’ll fix that for you tomorrow.” Before pulling her down onto the bed.
There had been more then enough talk -- Madison was now going to show her how much he had missed her, and show he did (sometimes) listen to her, and do all those things she had said she wanted to do.
Pants weren’t supposed to be this hard. That was just messed up. Alright so as familiar as they were with each other maybe they were both a little rusty. But she couldn’t even be bothered by tripped over and broken alarm clocks, she spared it half a glance and just nodded absent mindedly to let him know that some small part of her heard that.
She just couldn’t stop her mouth it seemed. “What did it tell you, your pants were ugly?” She said with a rather fun laugh as he pulled her down on her bed. Laying down was much better.
When Lil started to come to in the morning she had a vague thought of “most messed up dream ever.” Until the soft snoring beside her and the warm arm slung over stomach let her know that it wasn’t exactly a dream. That that had really taken place last night. She glanced over at her night table before remembering her broken alarm. Instead she picked up Madison’s hand to read what his watch had to say.
Nine AM. She didn’t have to be at work. So instead she thought that she’d rather stay like this and attempt to fall back to sleep. Dropping his hand back into place she scooted a bit closer and shut her eyes.
Madison felt his hand move, and that was what slowly brought him up out of the sleep. He cracked open an eye, because he realized that someone was curled up into him and -- oh. It was Lil. He closed the eye that he had opened, until his brain registered that it was Lillian that he was sharing a bed with, and this wasn’t a few years ago so it was out of the ordinary for him to have spent the night with his wife.
He lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling while he mentally replayed the events that had lead to -- well this. “Hey, Lill --” He reached over to give her shoulder a gentle shake, he didn’t want to wake her up, but really they should probably talk about what had gone on. But when he went to touch her shoulder, he caught sight of his watch.
Nine AM.
He had a plane he had to be on today. In a few hours. And all his luggage was in Westchester, and he was here in New York and -- shit.
“Lil -- I’ve got to go. Why didn’t your damn alarm clock go off and --” He paused, as he glanced at her empty nightstand, and recalled his hand in the destruction of the alarm clock. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” He scrambled out of the bed, and began looking or his pants. He’d fix the clock once he found his damn pants -- then he’d have to find his shirt, and Jesus.
She gave out a tired confused sound when he tried to shake her awake, but she opened her eyes just to narrow them. “You broke it. That’s why.” She said, through a bit of morning grump.
But she sat up quickly, running her hand through her bed head as she bunched a blanket around herself. “You have to leave?” She asked a tad annoyed sounding. Oh, dear lord. “I am not a booty call, Madison!”
Where were his pants!? He spied them kicked off in a corner of the room, and grabbed them and pulled them on hastily. He glanced back over his shoulder at Lil, and shook his head. “Did I say you where a booty call Lil?” Yeah, someone else was having the morning grumps too. “I’ve got a plane I have to catch -- I’m heading home. For the holidays.” He wanted to add a remember but resisted.
Instead he crouched down by the pieces that were left of the clock, and focused on fixing the clock. His eyes glazed over for a moment as he used his powers -- he didn’t know how his powers worked, he just knew that they did. Once the clock was looking clock like agian, he placed it back where he had originally seen it.
Now. To find his shirt.
Her eyes narrowed a bit. Yes, he’d said he was going home for Christmas, but he hadn’t said when. She couldn’t be blamed for thinking the worst. “What time’s your plane?” She asked suddenly, deciding to not argue with him about it. as she glanced around to look for his shirt. Yes, there was laundry on her floor like she was a 20 year old boy.
She reached for an old hockey jersey she used to sleep in and pulled it on over her head before getting out of bed. “Stop freaking out, you’ll get there.”
“12.” He knew he had time -- and he knew he’d get there -- but Madison was particular about flying. And he usually had to take some sort of medication before he flew now -- because lots of people, with all kinds of electronic devices trapped in a metal tube flying through the air? Not so good with Madison’s powers . . .
He glanced up from searching for his shirt, to see Lil in a hockey jersey. Sure, it was for the Oliers (of course) but just -- damn. Part of him suggested that he throw her right back down on the bed, and help her right out of that jersey but -- plane. Parents. And yeah thinking about his parents, and the fact that he’d have to pay a visit to his brother on this trip home was the equivalent of a cold shower.
“I know I’ll get there.” He moved a pile of her clothes and found his shirt, and started to pulled it on. “Look. Can we talk when I get back?” That was a bit muffled possibly, as he was pulling his shirt on over his had as he asked that.
Noon actually wasn’t a whole lot of time. He had to get to his place, get to the airport, get through fucking security, and that was when Lil began to scramble about the room looking for his things as well. She found his shoes at the foot of her bed from where’d they’d been kicked off the night before and shoved them in his hands.
Because if he missed his flight he was going to grouch, and she had a feeling she’d have to fucking hear it.
She almost gaped at that. Madison offering to talk? Instead she just gave him a quick kiss. It was a familiar motion, like the ones where he left in the morning for the day and she wouldn’t see him. “Just call me.”
“Okay.” He agreed with her -- wanted to say more a lot more. And look for his socks, but he had his shoes, his pants and his shirt. And he knew his jacket was in the kitchen so -- he was set. But he would call her when he got back -- and they would talk. Or something.