Clyde Bailey/ Montgomery "Scotty" Scott (couldtakeweeks) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-10-25 16:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | clyde bailey, matilda martin |
Who: Clyde Bailey and Matilda Martin
What: Clyde's pissed
Where: Mattie's apt
When: Saturday, Oct 24 - evening
Warnings: The usual
There was a shuttle in London. There were demons. Magic existed, and tech was there to be played with. And, Clyde was stuck on the outside pissed as all get out; he wanted nothing more that to hit something, but instead he got to the nearest MTN and jumped to London. He ignored any cabbies, any one who could help him. He needed to walk off some of this; he had no idea what he was going to say, but he needed to see someone who might be able to explain this.
He knocked on the door. He hadn't called before coming over, and he was sure this was a bad idea. Yet, there he stood, waiting for her to answer. He couldn't talk to Becca about it, and he didn't have anyone else who could understand. He doubted Joe or Tom even had a clue.
Matilda had been cleaning for most of the evening when she heard the knock on the door. She could've just waved her wand and everything would be spotless, but that seemed like cheating somehow - and besides, the more she kept herself busy, the less time she had to think. She didn't particularly want to think these days.
She turned the kitchen faucet off - sadly, she'd been allowing her dishes to pile up for the past few days - and, frowning in confusion, made her way to the door. She couldn't imagine who would be at her door at this hour; she certainly wasn't expecting company. She reached the door, opened it, and almost smiled, but stopped once she got a good look at him. "Clyde? What are you - here, come in." She stepped to the side, giving him room to walk inside. "Is something wrong?"
Clyde gave her a small smile, stepping in. He let the door close before he pulled her close and kissed her. It said so much: he missed her, he wanted her, he need her, and perhaps he was a little frustrated. He was careful though not to hurt her; any sign she gave that he was being overly aggressive would have him backing off. He didn't try to disrobe her; he wasn't trying anything like that. Just holding her and kissing her.
Yes, something was wrong, but it could wait. Maybe the kiss had something of apology in it, but how did one kiss to apologize? Clyde had something wrong, and it had nothing to do with Becca or the plans he'd had for Sunday. Mattie might not feel overly sad at Jack's death, but Clyde had started the ball rolling on that. He had nudged that first domino. He was not the good man he seemed to be.
She let him kiss her, of course. It was lovely, kissing him, even though there was something behind it that she couldn't quite fathom. He almost seemed desperate, which was strange - even stranger than his showing up at her flat unannounced. She didn't mind, though, and she kissed him back just as deeply. She'd missed him, too.
Eventually, she had pull away, if for no other reason that to satisfy her curiosity, but she didn't go too far - just far enough to speak. "As much as I'd like to believe that you came here just to stand in my foyer and kiss me, I have a feeling that that's not the case." She smiled wryly and gave him a quick kiss. "If something's wrong, you can tell me, you know."
"Wouldn' you just like to keep kissin' instead?" Clyde looked down at her, smiling as if to say he'd certainly rather just keep kissing and doing whatever else that might come with it. His hand had slipped down over her hip, rubbing softly there, then up to her back. The other hand was buried in her hair still. He didn't tug; he just held it, felt her hair between his fingers.
"Just keep kissin' and not worry bout anythin' else?" He kissed her again, only a soft lightly lingering one. His voice had dropped to one better suited for the bedroom. "Maybe work to the couch?"
"Mm, yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she teased, her voice just as low. And who was she kidding, really - it was obvious that she'd like that just as much as he would, but still, she couldn't help but prod a little. She reached up and touched his face gently, and tried to give him a halfway serious look, but she wasn't sure if it worked or not. It was hard to be serious when you couldn't stop smiling. "We can move to the couch if you want, but only if you tell me what's bothering you so much." She kissed him, just to the side of his lips, and smiled kindly. "You'll feel better if you do, I promise."
"No. I won'. I'll get all worked up, and we'll never make it to the couch." Clyde stood, not having noticed that he had indeed started leaning over. Sometimes these shorter women were a pain, but he'd take it every time. He sighed softly, looking down at her. "There's a shuttle. We missed a shuttle. And there are demons, fuckin' demons. Did you know there were demons? Have you ever seen one? Fuck. I couldn' even keep Becca safe."
She looked up at him, no longer smiling. She looked more concerned than anything, and she let her hand fall to rest on his chest. "Oh, right, yes. I saw Becca's post. And Alex's. Haven't seen any demons, though - can't think of they'd want from me. I'm not that sort of witch." She smiled softly and looked down. It wasn't exactly a joke, but it might help lighten his mood a bit. She sighed and leaned into him again, holding him. "You shouldn't worry so much. I'm sure Becca can take care of herself." She peeked back up at him. "You don't have to keep everybody safe all the time, you know. And trying will drive you mad."
"I'm not supposed to save people?" Clyde looked down at the witch, wizard, Mattie. His hand loosened its hold on her hair and traced a line down her neck and over her shoulder. He still held her close. "You don' think I should keep tryin'? I can't not do it, Tildie, baby. I gotta."
His hand slid back up to cup her chin, holding softly. He sighed softly and stepped back, his hand moving to capture hers. He started toward the couch, but he didn't have that look he had before. "I can't stop tryin'."
"I know." She held his hand with both of hers and followed him to the couch. "You wouldn't be you if you did stop. I wouldn't be surprised if the world imploded before that happened." She sat down, still holding his hand, and tried once again to lighten the mood. She felt bad that her prying had obviously brought him down - she should've just let him kiss her and asked him later. That would've been the kind thing to do, but no. She just had to ask.
"Look on the bright side, though. You don't have to worry about me at all now, really. As far as I know, I haven't got any more..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "Enemies. I'm too boring for anyone to care about me that much, I think." She smiled and shrugged a little, trying to be helpful.
Her attempt at lightening the mood didn't. Clyde couldn't even explain why not. No. She wouldn't understand that he'd done it to protect her, Becca, so many others. He sighed softly, letting go of her hand, so that he could wrap his arm around her as they sat on the couch. He just held her for a moment.
"Yeah. You shouldn't talk bout yourself like that. That's somethin' that always bugs me. Y'all all talk like that. Y'all are pretty damn important. So, don' do it no more." He kissed the top of her head. "That Alex chick prolly won' gimme my fuckin' shuttle. She'll prolly do somethin' to it."
She shrugged and settled in next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Alright, I won't. And she won't either, you can count on that. She likes tinkering just as much as you do, maybe even more. And she's very good at it, so whatever she does, she'll only make it better. She might let you look at it, though, if you're nice to her." Mattie didn't mention that it was just as likely that she wouldn't. Alex was a hard one to judge sometimes, especially when it came to her work.
"Yeah. Don' think she's gonna do much. She doesn' like me." Clyde sounded as if he were pouting. He wanted his damn shuttle now. He wanted to be the one who fixed it; he didn't want some Agency chick mucking about his shuttle. She'd probably do something with magic and ruin it. He gave a soft sound as he squirmed a bit to get more comfortable. It wasn't often he turned into a big boy, but she was getting to see, or at least hear, it.
"Doesn't she? Hm, well, that's not surprising. She doesn't really like anybody." She turned a bit to look at him and smiled when she saw him pouting. It was rather endearing, but she knew better than to tease him about it. He was feeling bad enough already. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "I might be able to put in a good word for you, though. She likes me." For the moment, she added to herself.
"Don' put yourself to any trouble, baby." Clyde smiled softly, holding her close. He didn't ask when he started nudged his shoes off; he was in the mood to stretch out on the couch and just hold her. "Becca's got a demon in her." It sounded as if he'd just realized that. Actually, in a way he had. Scotty had seen so much in his many years, but not even he was really prepared for all that they had seen in Philly.
"Scared the fuckin' shit outta me to see her do her thing. It's not right. I don't gotta chance with either of you when you think bout it. I'm just some fuckin' hick, but you, y'all are somethin' else." He wasn't looking at her. His eyes were distant, staring off as if that would give him answers to questions he couldn't voice.
She didn't say anything for a moment - she didn't know what to say, about Becca or any of it. Truthfully, she didn't want to talk about Becca at all, but this was bothering him, and she couldn't not listen. She glanced at him once, then looked away and answered him. "Don't think about it, then."
"Jus' like that? Don' think bout it?" Clyde laughed softly, squeezing her softly as he stretched out beside/beneath her. He gave her another kiss on the forehead. It really was nice to just rest her. To just be with someone he cared about. "Sorry, baby. I'm sure you don' wanna talk bout her, but shit. It's not her, but the fuckin' power. The demon. You got that waitin' inside you too? That power?"
"Yes, just like that!" she laughed, and she stretched out next to him, resting comfortably in his arms. "And no, not really." She thought about it for a moment, trying to find the words to describe Luna's magic. "It's more like... well, like it's running through me, almost. It's there, always, but it lies dormant unless I have my wand - although sometimes, if I'm upset or agitated or something, sometimes it breaks through, but it's not... dangerous. Not unless I want it to be. And I don't, generally."
She looked up at him, suddenly curious. "Are you afraid of me? Or of us, rather?"
"I'd be a fool to think I'm okay with this shit. Gimme a fucked up Klingon or a ragin' Cardacian. Hell, gimme Spock on a bad day round Ponn Far. But y'all got power I just don' get." Clyde's hand glided slowly up and down her side as he held her. He glanced down at her, smiling softly. "I'm okay, baby. Just tryin' get my head around this shit."
"Well, it is magic. You're not supposed to understand it, it's just there." Her hand caressed his chest gently, idly, without her thinking about it. She sighed and moved closer to him, even though there was almost no space between them to begin with. "That probably doesn't help much, though, does it?"
"It's a ridiculous notion that magic just is. That's like saying 'electricity is in the wires, so the lights will come on. It just is.' Or that antimatter when it comes in contact with matter will have a catastrophic reaction when not under controlled circumstances, otherwise some might fuckin' power will be released during that little experiment." Clyde wasn't mad; he was curious and frustrated. "And fuck. She better not screw with my shit." Back to Alex.
His hands traveled down to her hip then back up, just touching. It was a slow steady movement. He needed to do something with his hands, but there wasn't much to do.
"I wish I could explain it, but I can't. I'm just as clueless as you are." Mattie closed her eyes and just relaxed. His touch was almost too comforting, too enjoyable - if she wasn't careful, she could stay here forever. But she opened her eyes before she got too comfortable, then poked him in the side playfully. "Careful there - you don't know if it's yours, not for certain. Getting possessive over something that is most likely someone else's? Not exactly the smartest thing to do, dear, especially when Alex is concerned."
"It's mine, Tildie. I don' care who it really belongs to; it's mine." Clyde looked down at her, smiling darkly. There were few things the mechanic really wanted in life, and that shuttle was definitely one of them. Sure, he didn't get everything he wanted, but he was going to try for this one. He was a man with a mission.
She smiled up at him and stretched just enough to give him a quick kiss on the lips. "Well, then, if you want it that badly, then I wish you luck. I doubt you'll need it, but even so." Another kiss, a little longer this time. "Good luck."
Clyde snuggled into the couch, pulling her with him. He liked this, and he liked the kiss. The low rumble in his chest said as much; this was how one spent an evening, having a hottie on top him while he planned to claim a bit of technology that was at the moment in the hands of what he considered incompetents. Not that he'd ever say that out lout, not too loudly anyway, not if it meant he'd lose the chance to play with said technology.
"Are you tryin' to distract me?" His brow rose as he asked. Yes, she could be distracting, couldn't she?
"Trying?" She pouted a little, but her eyes were bright and playful. "Bugger. And here I thought I was succeeding." She smiled and bit her lip. "I suppose I'll just to try harder, then, hm?"
Clyde laughed, honestly laughed. He wasn't laughing to insult her, but it made him happy to think about. His arms wrapped round her while he relaxed under her. "Tildie, baby, you're doin' fine. Not that I couldn' have a go, but I'd rather just lie here with you for a bit." He glanced down at her, giving her a quick kiss.
Mattie smiled and snuggled in closer to him, closing her eyes again. "Mm, alright, I don't mind." Her voice was slightly muffled when she spoke. "I might fall asleep, though. You're very warm, and I'm tired." She let out a small sigh. "Very tired."
Clyde smiled down at her, his eyes closing as he relaxed back on the couch. "Baby, I wouldn' mind that one bit." He wrapped his arms tightly about her, as if that could protect her from the things he knew were out in the world. He'd keep them all safe...somehow.