Malcolm Merlyn (m_merlyn) wrote in newalliance, @ 2015-08-29 16:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain marvel, merlyn |
Who: Carol and Malcolm
What: Carol catches Malcolm NOT resting, discussing wedding planning
Where: Home, at the Sag house
When: August 14th
Rating: PG-13
He was tired of resting. While it was a necessity after the injuries he'd earned while rescuing Carol, just laying around and taking it easy for weeks on end was starting to grate on his nerves. There was still at least three more weeks to go before his broken ribs were fully healed, but he figured a little training would be fine so long as he took it easy. Malcolm dropped into his stance, squared up to the bag, and took a swing. The moment his fist impacted with it, he winced as he felt a slight pain in his side. Gritting his teeth, he continued to punch it, mostly delivering rights and the occasional left.
Carol felt bad for Malcolm. With her powers she was able to absorb energy and heal quicker than a normal human. Malcolm though, with his injured ribs, had to wait. And she knew he was a man of action. Still, she wanted him to rest fully so he didn't heal wrong. It's why she tried suggesting walks and easy activities on the ribs for them to do. But she knew it wasn't the same as sparring. Still, she had been hoping that he knew well enough to not try anything in the training room. So when she came in and saw him working on the punching bag? "Malcolm Merlyn what the hell do you think you are doing!?"
He closed his eyes when he heard her voice and swore softly under his breath. Malcolm took a breath and turned to face her, a smile already in place. "Hi gorgeous... thought you were out doing things today," he replied, attempting to avoid her question. As he began removing his gloves, he started walking over to where she was standing and glaring at him. "Good day so far?"
The smile was not helping to appease her mood. He had risked his life for her. Gotten injured for her. And he was apparently making light of his still healing injuries. She folded her arms and put on her best "pissed off military officer face scolding a private' look. "You are going to answer my question first Merlyn and that is an order. You still have a few weeks left for your ribs to properly heal."
"Three more weeks," he said, showing her he knew exactly how much time was left. "I'm tired of not doing anything and figured if I took it easy, it would be fine. I'm not actually sparring, so there's very little chance I'll reinjure myself." Malcolm sighed and hung up his gloves. "I'm going a little stir crazy, alright?"
Her face softened and she moved over and carefully wrapped her arms around him. "I know. I've been injured before I got these powers." She kissed his cheeked and shifted to look at him. "But you could have died in saving me. I want to make sure you heal properly. I'd never forgive myself if you didn't."
He nodded and wrapped his arms around Carol's waist. "Thank you for being worried about it, but I promise I won't do anything stupid to aggravate them. I've been injured lots of times and I know my limits, love. I'll admit that boxing might not be the best idea, but I should be fine to shoot a few ends with my bow."
She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed some. "I know. But I'm still worried." Very lightly she rested a hand on his injured side. "Just promise me you'll be careful? I don't want you to take any longer to heal." A sly smile crossed her face. "I still have to thank you properly for saving me..."
Malcolm smiled warmly and kissed her forehead, hugging her close. "I promise. And with something like that to look forward to, I'm counting the day until these damn ribs are healed. Mind you, I'm not totally out of commission in terms of the bedroom," he teased. He gently nudged her chin up so she was looking at him. "Seriously though, thank you. I'm not used to having someone who looks after me or worries about me when I'm injured."
She chuckled a bit at his comment of not being totally out of commission in the bedroom. "That's true," she agreed, her eyes amused. She looked at him and poked his chest. "Damn well better get use to my worrying about you Malcolm. Because it's not going to stop."
"I am getting used to it. And the same goes for you, Carol." He took hold of her left hand and smiled as he kissed her palm. "Speaking of which, we still need to discuss wedding plans and set a date at some point," he reminded her.
She smiled. "No time like the present. Unless you wanted to shower first after your workout." Because he was right. They did need to set a date and make actual plans.
"And this is also a way for you to get me out of here so I don't accidently hurt myself. I see how this works..." Malcolm grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. "Let's grab something from the kitchen and then we can get to work. I haven't been in here for more than about ten minutes, so shower can wait for a bit."
"You've found me out." She smiled and nodded at his words about getting something from the kitchen. She slipped an arm through his and began leading him to the kitchen. "So. Wedding. When should we have it?"
"Whenever you'd like. I suppose it also depends on how long you'd like our engagement to last." He smiled as he walked with her, giving her arm a squeeze with his. "Also, is there a particular time of year?"
Carol grew thoughtful over his words. When did she want to get married? "Fall could be good. Especially if we find a place that has a number of trees with leaves changing color. Spring seems too cliche to me." She leaned carefully into him as they walked. "Though a winter wedding could equally be fun..."
"I'd say fall or winter." Malcolm extracted his arm from hers as they walked and wrapped his around her waist. He leaned in and nuzzled the crook of her neck. "If we're thinking fall though, we'll have to get started immediately to get everything booked and arranged."
She nodded. True it didn't have to be this fall but why put off happiness? "We could list the pros and cons of winter and fall." She'd need to get Cissie so they could go wedding dress shopping. Malcolm was not allowed to help with that. Bad luck and all. Though winter was sounding better in her mind. And it would give them more time to plan.
"Either way, in three more weeks we're taking that vacation. The kids will all be back at university, but they can at least fly out for the weekend if Cissie and Tim are still interested. I'm looking forward to blue ocean, white sand, and you in that bikini," he said with a big grin.
She smiled and shifted to kiss his cheek. "You and me both. I can honestly say though I have never been on a private beach before. I'm excited. Though this means I'll need to go find a bikini to wear." She gave him a sly grin. "Care to help me pick one out?"
"I'd love to. But if it's as private as I'm hoping, you might not even need to wear it." He smiled and slowly backed her up against the counter, leaning forward to capture her lips in a slow, gentle, kiss. "A little bit of proper 'us' time before I finally show back up at the office after recovering from my 'car accident'."
Carol chuckled some and let him back her up against the counter, returning the gentle kiss. "So this is you saying no to seeing me model scantily revealing clothing?" she questioned innocently.
"This is me saying I'd love to see you in scantily revealing clothing, but I also love seeing you naked." Malcolm grinned and placed his hands on the counter on either side of her body. "I'm not one of those men who has a problem with going shopping. I'm not much for window browsing and spending hours doing it, but I don't mind going. Especially if it's with you. With Cissie..." He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Depends on what we're picking up."
Her grin matched his. "Well you'll get to see me naked later tonight if you're lucky," she winked. "But the bikini will also be for whenever we go swimming or to a non-private beach as well." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Lucky for you I'm not one to make a guy suffer though lots of shopping. And lucky for you too, I can do the long hours of shopping with Cissie."
"And for that, I am eternally grateful. I'm really glad the two of you have become so close. God knows she can use an adult female influence in her life who's not a complete mental case. Has she ever told you about her mother Bonnie?" he asked curiously.
She giggled a little at his thanks and rested against him. "Well I should warn you I never claimed not to be a mental case." She gave him a wink before leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I haven't heard much about Bonnie."
"Yes love, but you're crazy in a good way." He smirked and kissed her forehead. "As for Bonnie, how many parents do you know who purposely try to train their kid to be a superhero just so she can live vicariously through her? And she tried it herself when she was younger, but was more of a joke than anything else."
Carol shook her head. "Wow...that's just..." She shook her head in amazement. "That's one thing I never understood though. Teenage sidekicks slash heroes. There is that whole child endangerment law after all." She never understood it but oh well.
"Exactly. Which if I'm not mistaken, is one of the reasons Bonnie lost custody and Cissie was put into the system. It was by sheer luck that I saw her running around one night in her Arrowette costume. So I made a phone to Bonnie and based on her reactions, I had an associate of mine do a little digging and a DNA test. The moment we confirmed I was her father, I filed to be legally recognized as such and for custody." Malcolm walked over and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water for each of them.
Carol nodded, glad Malcolm had done that. In spite of his past (or maybe because of it), he seemed like a good father in her eyes. And Carol loved Cissie. The girl was smart, strong, and followed her passions. Accepting the water with a smile, she opened it and took a small sip. "I will grant you that some teens don't always tell their parents everything or follow what their parents say, but still. For a parent to force a child into that. I mean I doubt those Teen Titans were forced into the hero thing."
"Exactly. And by the time I had custody of Cissie, she was already basically an adult. I wasn't going to tell her to quit what she was doing, but I was going to make damn sure she had all the skills she'd need to hold her own and stay alive. " Malcolm sipped his water and leaned against the counter as they talked. "I'll be honest... I had no idea what kind of a father I was going to be, especially to someoen who really didn't even need me."
Carol nodded and hopped up on the counter. "I think most people don't know what kind of parent they're going to be until it happens. Be it from a newborn or adopting a child that's already grown somewhat." She set her water to the side after another sip and gave him a small smile. "I think Cissie did need you. And you needed her too. You treat her like a person and one who matters." She smiled warmly at him. "And that's what makes you a good father and a good person."
"I try. We had some rough patches here and there, but I felt the best approach was exactly what you said... treat her like a person. So we spent a lot of time talking about things, learning how to deal with one another, and just figuring out how to be a family." He took another sip of water, then smiled as he looked over at Carol. "I think you're right though... we did need each other. And you too."
She nodded some. "I'm sure telling her to hang up her bow and quiver from crime fighting would not have helped." She flushed a bit when he commented on needing her too. "I never realized how lonely I actually was until we started dating. I mean don't get me wrong, I have friends who I spend time with but it's not the same as being with someone you care about." She flashed him an amused grin. "I was this close to breaking down and turning into a crazy cat lady before our date."
"Exactly. And it's been a very long time since I cared about anyone, or had someone in return who actually loved me," he told her softly. "I've dated plenty of women over the years, but they wanted the Merlyn name... not necessarily me. They were attracted to the money, power, and prestige. They didn't actually give a damn about the man who'd much rather spend his time in jeans and a t-shirt down on the archery range. They wanted the Malcolm who wears expensive suits and heads up Merlyn Global."
Malcolm moved so he was standing between Carol's legs and facing her. "I was a very different person before you and Cissie came into my life."
"I can only imagine how many women had come after you for your wealth and the prestige that comes with your name and social standing." Military gal she might be, but Carol kept up on the state of affairs in a variety of society levels. It had been needed when she was in military intelligence. She leaned forward and traced the side of his face with a finger. "You look much better in jeans and a shirt anyways."
She nodded at his words. "People evolve and change as time goes on. I was a very different woman when I was just Carol Danvers of the USAF. Made it to the highest rank I could before I retired as a Colonel because I felt like I had to prove to my father I was just as good as any man."
"You think I look good in anything," he teased. But he was smiling warmly as he gazed into her eyes. "They rarely got past the first date and I mostly only put up with them so I'd have someone with me for the various social events I was expected to attend."
He rested his hands on her waist and leaned in to brush his lips against hers. "From everything you've told me about your father, he and mine would've either hit it off famously, or killed each other. It's his loss that he was so pigheaded and stubborn that he didn't realize how amazing his daughter is."
"Anything and nothing," she winked, giving him a saucy grin. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she tugged him a bit closer. "Their loss, my gain." She returned his kiss and rested her head against his, nodded some. A small flush formed at his words. "I'm not that amazing..."
"You don't give yourself enough credit, love." Malcolm gently nudged her chin upwards so she was looking at him. "I'm not talking about your powers, or your time in the military. You're kind, loving, decent, and you believe in me even when sometimes I can't see it myself. You've been amazing with Cissie. And I put my life on the line because I believe you're worth it. You mean everything to me." He gently cupped a hand to her cheek, all the passion behind his words shining in his blue eyes. "Everything."
She felt a blush rise up in her cheeks at his words. She leaned into his touch, enjoying the warmth of his hand against her skin. "You mean everything to me too." Leaning in, she kissed him softly before sliding off the counter to hold him close. "I love you."
"I love you too," he replied. "So... does this mean I'm forgiven for being a stubborn ass and you catching me in the training room?" Malcolm asked as he slid his arms around her waist.
She let out a slow, deep breath as if she were thinking seriously. "Maybe..." A devious smile formed on her face as she leaned in and whispered some rather NSFW suggestions in his ear for them to do later.
He arched an eyebrow when she first began whispering, but his eyes widened as he listened to her suggestions. "You naughty, dirty, girl!" he blurted out as he started laughing. "Have I told you lately how much I love the way you think?" Malcolm grinned and pulled away, moving to open the fridge so he could finally get the food they'd originally come in here for. "Food first, wedding plans, then I'm all yours. Otherwise, we're never going to get anything done."
She gave him an innocent smile, looking as demure as possible. "Good idea." Carol moved over to help him, grabbing a few things so they could have a quick meal while working over plans for the wedding. "I can deal with that."
As he moved past her, Malcolm smirked and slapped her ass. He glanced over his shoulder and winked, then started laughing as they started putting together some sandwiches.
She shot him a saucy grin at the slap and gave him a wink before going over to join him. "So. Wedding planning. What kind of venue do we want? Church? Or outdoor wedding depending on the time of year?"
"If it's in the fall, we can do outdoors. But for winter, I'd say it would be better to stick with indoors. I'm not particularly religious, so I'll leave it up to you whether we want a church or not." Malcolm opened a cabinet and frowned as he pushed things around. "How is it that we live with a teenager, but we don't have any decent potato chips in the house?"
"Which would you prefer? Fall or winter?" Carol didn't really care either way but deciding the time would result in being able to plan better for what they'd need. Hearing the bit about potato chips though she chuckled some. "Because we live with a teenager," she returned, her voice and eyes amused.
"Fall... call me selfish, but I don't want to wait any longer than necessary until you're Mrs. Merlyn." He grinned and pulled out a bag of Cheetos, closed the cabinet, and poured some onto his plate. Malcolm wiggled the bag in her direction and arched an eyebrow.
"Fall then. And I'm partial to outdoors or at least a place where we can see the outdoors and the colors of the leaves." She moved over to her fiance and snagged the bag before taking a few and munching on them. She smiled. "And just think of how beautiful the wedding pictures will be."
"That's along the lines of what I was thinking too. The fall colors of the leaves would make for some amazing photos, depending on the venue. Hang on... be right back." He jogged back upstairs to their bedroom to retrieve his phone, headed back to the kitchen, and passed it over to her. "Found this place for the reception..."
She took the phone and looked at the place he had found, her eyes lighting up. "It's beautiful..." she breathed. She looked up at him, a smile on her face. "I love it." She tugged him over and kissed him before resting against him. "So we have the reception place picked out. One less worry. Now we just need a place for the wedding and decide on the food and stuff for the reception, music..." She looked at Malcolm. "What our first dance song will be."
Malcolm took hold of her hand and slid his other arm around her waist, smiling as he began swaying with her in his arms. "And you're in luck... one of the benefits of marrying someone raised in high society is that I was forced to learn how to dance."
Carol grinned and began moving with him. "And you're in luck I learned a few moves when I was stationed in Europe. And that I'm a quick study. But don't expect me to know how to tango though." She laughed a bit. "The tango I know is probably different than the one you know." Given the military often referred to targets as tangos on the battlefield.
"The only tango I know is the horizontal one, or using it to designate targets," he replied with a smirk. "I might not have been in the military, but the lingo is similar to what I've sometimes used in the field."
"Mmmm, horizontal tango huh? I like that tango." She smiled some and nibbled on the sandwich she made for herself. "You'll have to teach me some of your horizontal tango moves later."
"Considering what you were whispering in my ear a few moments ago? Believe me... I definitely plan on teaching them to you. Or at the very least, trying to demonstrate a bit of it." Malcolm carried his plate over and sat down at the small table in the corner of the kitchen.
She grinned a bit and joined him with her own plate of food. "I won't argue that. So long as they don't keep you from properly healing." She nibbled on her sandwich and smiled. "I have devious plans regarding you and our honeymoon."
Malcolm arched an eyebrow as he chewed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Devious, hmm?" He pointed at her with the Cheeto he was holding as he added, "And don't worry, it won't. I might not heal faster than normal, but I do know the limits of my body when injured."
She nodded "Very devious." She reached out with her foot and ran it along his leg. "I am glad you're healing though." Carol sipped on some water and smiled. "So. Attempted training besides, how are you feeling today?"
"Pretty good actually." Malcolm stood up and pulled off his t-shirt to show her he wasn't lying, or minimizing how injured he still was. The worst of the bruises had faded to a light yellow, but the majority were now completely gone. Rather than the full strapping for his injured ribs, he was down to using kinesio tape. The stitches had been removed ages ago, leaving a few new scars from the deepest of the cuts. "Nearly back to normal, with the exception of the ribs."
Carol watched him pull his shirt off (a lovely view by the way) and admired the healing bruises. They really were healing well and for that Carol was grateful. "I'm glad you're healing well." She got up and moved over, gently running her hands along the new scars. "I am so glad you survived saving my life." She flashed him a smile. "I promise to not make it a habit or anything where you have to charge in on your white horse to save me."
"More like charge in with my black bow and heavy boots," he teased. Malcolm's stomach muscles tensed as she ran her hands over the scars and he smiled. "I'm glad too. I know I said I'd give my life trying, but I much prefer being in the land of the living. So... is it true then? Chicks dig scars?"
Carol laughed softly. "Maybe change the white horse to a black stallion." She shifted her hands to wrap around him and stared up at him. "I can't speak for other chicks but I have nothing but respect and a whole lotta love for a man willing to die for me."
He leaned down and tenderly kissed her forehead, cupping a hand to her cheek. "Maybe he just needed something new to fight and live for."
(9:03:52 PM) Carter Meintel: Her smile grew warm and she nuzzled her head against his shoulder. "And you're soon going to be stuck with me. For better or worse." She looked up at him and kissed him.
"Definitely for the better, love." Malcolm kissed her in return, then gently nudged her back towards the table. "Food... we're never going to get married at this rate if you keep distracting me. Unless you plan on eloping?"
She laughed a bit and shook her head. "Elope no. Cissie would kill us if we did that. But it is hard to keep my hands off such a hot bod." But she returned to the table and began eating, a smile on her face.
"In that case, maybe I'd better cover it back up." He grinned and laughed softly as he pulled his t-shirt back on. "And now you know how I feel! Do you know how many times I'd be at work and daydreaming about you and that gorgeous body of yours?"
She laughed some and gave an innocent smile. "I can't help it if I'm hot," she returned with a wink. "So. Cissie's been pestering me about the wedding details so we should probably get to work on that."
"We already decided on fall, we've got the reception venue, now we just need a place for the wedding itself and you'll need a dress." Malcolm too a bit of his sandwich. "Are we going to have a bridal party? Or just us and Cissie?"
She nodded. "Maybe some place in Central Park? It'd have all the leaves and colors." And with how big it was, there were a lot of places they could choose from to have the ceremony. At his question about a bridal party, Carol thought a moment. "Well I was thinking of asking Cissie to be my maid of honor. I don't have many close female friends aside from her."
"Don't they have that area with the gazebo or something?" he asked. It had been a while since he'd been out to Central Park. "I think she'd love that. Now I have to find myself a best man."
"I think so. That could be perfect." Especially if decorated right with flowers and such. Carol smiled at his words. "I thought she might like it. I need to ask her though still."
Malcolm finished off his sandwich and picked up his bottle of water to take a sip. "Do you want to check into getting things ready for the park and I'll handle booking the reception?"