Megan Louise Mills (inspiteofall) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-08-21 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | day two, dominic, dominic and meg, meg |
The reunion
Characters: Dominic and Meg
Setting: His room, very early morning
After a few rounds of the physical reaquaintance part of their reunion, there'd been a little sleeping, Dominic had gotten up and showered(making it stunningly fast) and he was back crawling into bed next to Meg, pulling her in closer, not caring if he woke her up. He wanted to wake her up. So he pulled her over, kissed along her bare shoulder and up her neck, til he was murmuring in her ear. "Wake up." He smiled to himself. "Wake up, wake up, wake up..."
As ways to be woken up went, there was precious little that could beat being kissed awake with Dominic murmuring in her ear. That didn't stop Meg from making a token whine of protest however before her eyes slid open, twisting slightly so she could look at him. "I'm awake," she said sleepily, smiling at him. "Doesn't really feel like it mind." She still couldn't quite believe that he was actually there and it wasn't all a dream though the more than pleasant ache in her muscles was testament to it being real.
He smiled at her, a soft, warm, affectionate expression, and he gave her a few soft brushes of kisses against her lips. "We could work on that." he teased. Though in reality he hadn't woken her up for anything sexual, he'd woken her up because he wanted to talk to her, and his brain was too awake, to buzzing from the high of having her there with him to sleep for long. He slid his hand down her shoulder, as if he were going to continue down much lower, then proceeded to tickle her ribs abruptly.
"Could we now?" she said, smiling back at him through the kisses. As his hand moved down her side, she twisted round further, reaching with her injured hand to touch his face only to stop with a shriek as he began tickling her. Squirming like a cat to try and get away, she was caught between him and the wall and all she could do was giggle helplessly. "Dom, stop it!" she squeaked, batting at him ineffectually with her cast though her heart wasn't really in it.
He didn't let up for a few moments at least, grinning as he easily held her where he wanted her to be. Then he kissed her, deeply, before relenting and shifting a little, giving her room even if he kept his arms around her. "How's that? You feeling awake yet?"
Breathing heavily from the exertion, Meg attempted to give him a look, the effect largely ruined by the high colour that started at her cheeks and spread down to her chest and the grin threatening to burst from her lips. "Yeah, mission accomplished Mr Ravin," she replied dryly, leaning up to kiss him again.
He returned the kiss, letting it linger, before he pulled back, settling back again. He took her with him, however, him turned on his side, her curled in against him. "See? I'm good for something, Mrs. Ravin." he told her, reaching out to brush his fingers against the mood ring on her finger. He'd gotten it because it was the first ring he'd come across, when they'd been in Vegas. She'd been having a bout of insecurity, and he'd decided to put it to rest as permanently as he could. So--he'd picked up the first ring he could find, and brought her to the first chapel they came across. Sure, they weren't legally married. They'd not gotten married under their real names. But in their heads they were. "Tell me about your wrist." he requested, having truly hated seeing that. But there'd been more important things to do first. Now that that was taken care of...on to his first order of business--finding out what happened to her that she was injured.
"You're good for plenty more than that," she countered, grinning at being addressed that way - legal or not, it meant the world to her being Dom's wife. Her smile faltered at his request though and she looked down at the offending injury. She hadn't regretted doing it at the time but with Dominic wrapped around her, she couldn't help but feel stupid.
"I picked a fight with this mountain of girl who was in for grievous assault," she said, voice quiet. "I'd heard she had a temper and hadn't been in long enough to put a lid on it and I wanted to get into the infirmary so I started hounding her. Only took a couple of days before she lost it with me, then...snap."
A flicker of a frown crossed his features, and he ran his fingertips over the cast. "Why did you want to get to the infirmary?" he asked. He definitely didn't like the idea of her picking fights she knew she was going to lose, that wasn't great. But, she'd been stuck in prison without him, and she was going to be there forever. So, he couldn't even begin to figure out how she was going to deal. He knew his own coping mechanisms were strange. Hers were bound to be destructive. He knew her too well to assume otherwise.
Meg didn't reply for a moment, instead just watched the path his fingers made across her arm, taking solace in the simple act of him touching her. "When I first got the news you were on death row, I stole a shirt from the laundry, tried to hang myself," she finally said, gripping on to him with her good hand. "I wasn't heavy enough I guess 'cause they found me before I'd even blacked out. After that I was on suicide watch, eyes on me every fucking minute."
She took a steadying breath. "Didn't stop me wanting to do it though so I had to get creative. Couldn't find anyone stupid enough to make noise about having a shiv so I figured the infirmary was my best bet to get hold of something I could use."
He wasn't really prepared to hear that. Dominic pulled her in closer, shutting his eyes as he drew in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Even the thought that she'd considered suicide was a level of horrifying he couldn't deal with. To understand that she had gotten as far as to try, and not only try but continue to try...he didn't know how to process that.
"Baby, I'm so sorry." he managed to say, but he didn't trust himself to say much beyond that. Of course he could flood out everything that was going through his mind, but he didn't. It was full of more apologies, the confession that he'd never wanted anything to happen to her in the first place, that he loved her more than life itself, everything. And if he started talking, he might not manage to shut up. So he didn't. He just tried very very hard to reassure himself she was there, with him, and not dead.
Even though she wasn't looking at him, she could feel the impact her words were having on him and hated herself for doing that to him. At the same time though, she couldn't have hidden the truth from him even if she wanted to, honesty having been a crucial part of their relationship since its beginning.
She certainly hadn't expected him to apologise to her and the surprise of hearing it had her eyes flying up to meet his. "It wasn't your fault Nicky," she told him, using the name she only called him when they were feeling at their most vulnerable. "So don't you go apologizing for it."
He watched her eyes, not saying anything for a few long heartbeats. "Don't ever do that, okay?" he asked, voice soft, quiet. "Don't ever hurt yourself." he rested his forehead against hers, still feeling anguished over it all. "I wouldn't be able to live with that." He was aware he hadn't been meant to live in the first place. But still. He really, really couldn't deal with even the thought. Just no.
"And I didn't want to keep on living if I wasn't with you," Meg said simply, her hand going to rest against his cheek. "But now we're together again." And as long as that stayed the case then she had no reason to hurt herself.
Dominic gave her another kiss, drawing it out. Again, his head was absolutely filled with things he could say, but he still wasn't positive he trusted himself. He didn't really want to feel so gutted. He did already, but letting that all go would make it worse. She's right here, she's fine, she's not going anywhere and neither of you are going to die. She's right here... he made himself repeat over and again in his mind. "We're together now." he answered, though he really had to force himself to speak. "And you're not going anywhere, and you're right here, and..." he nuzzled at her shoulder. "And I can breathe."
As much as he wasn't saying stuff aloud, she knew how exactly how he felt because the same kind of thoughts filled her own mind, the fierce grip she had on him and the desperate way she returned his kiss said more than she could ever hope to express in words.
"I'm here," she echoed, reaching up to stroke his hair. "And I won't let them separate us again. It felt like I was drowning without you with me, I couldn't do that again."
"Me neither." he said. He didn't really relax so much as let his eyes fall shut again as he kept her there. He shifted, just to pull her in even a tiny bit closer, even if really that wasn't all that possible. "I was going to try and get you out. If I managed to get through this program, I was going to try and use it to help you."
She didn't protest when he pulled her closer; really he could have plastered every inch of himself against her and she would have wanted more. For the first time in months she felt safe and that was entirely due to having him wrapped around her like a human security blanket.
"You're a dumb ass," she said fondly at his little proclamation. "A romantic one, I'll give you but still a dumb ass. You really think they would have let you do something like that?" Of the two of them, she held a far bleaker world view and had even less faith in humanity than he did.
"Don't care." Dominic said, nuzzling against her shoulder. "About anything you just said. I know I'm a dumb ass. And I don't know if they would have done something like that. But I would have tried. It was the first option. The second one involved me trying to get a crew together to break you out of prison which wouldn't have ended well." he added, only half joking. It wasn't like it hadn't crossed his mind.
As hideously misguided as his plans were, hearing them made Meg smile. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t let a little thing like us both being in prison stop you from looking after me,” she said, lacing her fingers through his. “From day one and that night in Miami, you've been there for me."
Before they were criminals on the run, when no-one knew who they were, and they were just two kids who met at a beach party. Even then, he’d been ready to fight for her, as the two guys who tried to assault her found out. They'd wound up in the ER for their troubles and she and Dominic had spent the following few days in a hotel recovering from their own injuries, getting to know one another and falling in love.
He smiled a little at that, mind on the recovery process. “Someone has to.” he said. “And no one else gets to but me.” He nuzzled her cheek, tracing his fingertips around the scars from where she’d been shot. He knew it happened but seeing the evidence there left him with a dull ache inside. A lightly sick little feeling.
Her smile widened in return. "Why would I want anyone else to when I've got you?" she told him, pressing a kiss against his jaw. The touch against her scar tickled slightly but this time she didn't wriggle away, instead just letting him explore them. She had done the same to his when he had fallen asleep and had hated seeing it, knowing how close he'd come to dying.
Her memory of that night was all too vivid, the sight of him being shot and the feeling of helplessness that overtook her as blood has blossomed across his chest. "I can't actually remember what it felt like," she said, covering his hand with her own. "I mean I know logically it shouldv'e hurt like hell but I was just so mad that they'd shot you, I think it blocked out the pain." She didn't say that she'd thought that the shot had actually killed him and had rushed the cops, wanting them to do the same to her.
"Logically, neither one of us should have made it." Dominic said, tone odd. Off. He kept tracing along the scars, wishing he could erase them. Sure, he was happy that she hadn't felt pain. That was a good thing. But still. He was of two minds, and they were entirely opposed. One was that he thought they really should have died that night. The other was wanting to live forever, so long as she was there with him.
The motivations behind such things were vague. He didn't quite know how to react to anything, and he wondered how long that awash at sea feeling was going to last. The only real anchor at current was her. He knew he'd figure it out. He was a stable person, he would work it out because he had to, and things would be okay. He'd put up a front if he had to, though he didn't imagine he would be required to. He'd figure shit out. Just right there, with her, there was a true vulnerability that he couldn't quite shake yet.
The tone in his voice had Meg pulling back so she could look at him properly, going so far as to sit up and place her hand on his chest. "That was the point Dominic," she said. "We always knew that we couldn't run forever so we were gonna go out on our terms, together til the end. Guess the end just got a lot further away." She gave him a lopsided smile. "Maybe we could start working on the list again, start checking things off if we get out of here."
He looked up at her, and a faint smile touched his lips. "Yeah, let's do that." he agreed. "Got a place for us to start?" he asked, sliding his hand along her thigh to rest at her hip. He didn't like not touching her at the moment. So, he was indulging, and didn't plan to stop.
She smiled back, glad to hear his voice sounding back to normal and the touching she was always a fan of. "Norway, see the northern lights over the fjords," she replied after a moment's careful consideration, letting her fingers wander up and down his chest.
He laughed a little. "Someone's been studying her geography." he noted. "Okay, mine is..." he paused, wracking his brain for something interesting. "We need to go see the Naga Fireballs." he told her.
"Had to do something to help pass the time," she said, smiling a little at the compliment. "And they had a load of back issues of National Geographics in the library at Tutweiler so..." She shrugged, her expression turning curious at his addition to the list. "What in the world are the Naga Fireballs?”
"It's a river that shoots up colored balls of light. Last I'd heard of them no one was absolutely positive what they were. But that's mine. The Naga Fireballs. That's now officially on the list." Dominic said firmly. "And hey, we now have two 'lights in the sky' entries."
Meg's face lit up at the description and she grinned at him. "I like it," she replied. "And we can never have too many nature based things on the list." It might have been an entirely academic exercise but after fifteen years living in the ass-end of Alabama, even the thought of seeing other places appealed to her.
He rather liked the idea of seeing natural things as well, going to remote places that few people ventured. Seeing what they could see. Getting away from...well. Everything. "Agreed." he told her. "Okay, what's our first order of business when we decide to leave the room? Meet anyone worthwhile yet?" he asked. If they were talking about the future, they might as well talk about their immediate one.
“Pancakes,” Meg said firmly. She wasn’t much of a cook and hopeless when it came to baking but pancakes she had perfected years ago and was probably her favourite thing to have for breakfast. “And not really no, I spoke to this guy Adam in the library who seemed alright but that’s it. How ‘bout you?”
"My neighbor on that side," Dominic said, pointing in the direction of room 12. "Is a bitch. Like a 'I don't have time to speak to you, bye now' sort of bitch. Short, rude, uninterested. Didn't want to even hint at what she might have done to land herself here. Which I think is important. I know people really ought to know they're locked up with us..." he trailed off. "Beyond that, I met a woman named Carmel. She was nice. Good people. Didn't get into details, but I guess she got some good vengeance for being assaulted. So..." he trailed off. He'd managed to save Meg before it had gotten that far. But his tone implied she would know what kind of assault he was talking about. And just how not okay he was with it.
Hearing that someone had been rude to him immediately got her back up and she resolved to pay his neighbour a visit at some point in the very near future. She didn’t say anything though, even if the look on her face probably spoke volumes. Hearing about Carmel pulled her up short though and her expression turned grave, Dominic’s tone not lost on her at all. “Good on her,” she said firmly.
Dominic might have tried to talk her down from being angry about Susanna, but in the end, he let it drop in favor of everything else. “Yeah. That’s what I said.” he agreed. “We were talking a little about responsibility in this place. I was looking around the tool shed, where there’s like a lawn mower, and maintenance shit. If we’re here to be part of a ‘community’ or something, we might have to start being one. Which might include jobs.”
Meg snorted on hearing the word ‘community’ and shook her head. “I ain’t never been part of a community in my life, can’t see that changing now ‘cause some jacked up prison’s got ideas about itself,” she told him. Still she’d always respected Dom’s opinion and if he seemed to think they needed to play along then he was probably right. “What kind of jobs we talking about?”
"Megan," Dominic said, reaching up to tug her back down towards him. "If we do this, we could get out. Really get a chance to start over. Don't fuck it up because you're stubborn, okay?" he pleaded. "At least give things a shot." The thought of her bucking the system because it was her nature and getting tossed out or whatever was pretty fucking terrifying for him. He hated that idea with all his being. "And...I don't know. General maintenance shit. We won't really know until it's been a few days and we see what is and what isn't being taken care of."
It always meant business when he used her full name like that and the fact he was actually pleading with her made it clear just how serious he was taking this. “Okay,” she echoed, nodding her head. “But I’m not doing it for them, I’m doing it for you.” As far as she was concerned, the facility was just a way of getting them to jump through hoops and regardless of if they played by the rules of not, she didn’t believe for a second that she and Dominic were going to actually get out. But he believed it and there wasn’t a thing she wouldn’t do for him so if that meant playing nice then that’s what she would do.
Dominic was perfectly fine with her doing it for him. That was perfectly fine. Because at the end of the day, it didn't matter even a little bit why she behaved, just as long as she did. He kissed her again, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He allowed some of the tension in his frame to drain, placated. "So. Say this happens. And we get through." he said. "What're we doing then?"
Pretty fucking big if she thought but she kept it to herself, not wanting to upset him again when he was starting to relax. Instead she smiled and made a thoughtful sound as she peppered the side of his neck with kisses. "If they can get me a passport, I wanna get out of the US, go to Europe. Start ticking things off our list."
“Okay.” he agreed easily. Whatever she wanted to do, he’d go along with. He would do just about anything to put a smile back on her face and keep it there. He was bothered, something itching at the back of his mind, though he couldn’t quite place what it was yet. He wasn’t sure he wanted to place it.
"Anything particular you fancy doing first?" she asked, shifting so she was leaning partially on top of him, her eyes on his. "Last I remember, the list was pretty long." She'd have to request a notebook or something so they could start writing everything down.
Dominic watched her, and shook his head. "Not right now." he told her. Right now, he was a little too stuck in 'she's here. she's here. she's here.' to get too far ahead of himself. He'd get over it, he'd start getting back to where he had a million options to toss out at once, but right there, in that moment, he was still coming to terms with the idea that she was there, and wasn't going to be taken away. That, and he was still very much coming to terms with the idea that if he didn't fuck things up, he might not be put to death.
Meg watched him right back, enjoying feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath her. Like him, she couldn’t quite believe that they were together again and had that fear lurking in her chest that it would only be temporary. That she’d wake up in the morning and he’d be gone again and despite her promise to him, if that were to happen, she genuinely wasn’t sure what she would do. “Fair enough,” she said quietly, stroking her fingers along his side, skitting them over his ribs.
He smiled a little. "Want to take a bath?" he asked her. He'd already showered, but she might want to take a bath. And he could be persuaded to join her, if she wanted that. He was feeling quiet again, like he just wanted to be there, with her. Apparently he needed to ebb back the strange reaction he was having to everything. The whirlwind that he totally hadn't expected whatsoever.
“Only if you come in with me,” she said, not needing to even think about it. She wanted him close, end of chat. The fact that she was small enough that the two of them could comfortably fit in most tubs together, something they had put to the test numerous times in the past, only added to the appeal.
Dominic gave her a kiss, drawing it out before he pulled back. "Deal." he told her, getting up. He reached out to pull her with him, though, scooping her up and carrying her into the bathroom with a flourish. They could take a bath, just be together for a little longer, then maybe face the day. Sometime later. When he was positive he wasn't dreaming.