John Murphy [The 100] (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} awarinyourhead) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} somerealityrpg,@ 2020-06-24 19:58:00 |
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Raven Reyes
John Murphy
What: Having a conversation/Taking the next step
Where: Apt 2-E
When: Midafternoon
Warnings: Slight narrative reference to canon noncon events, slight sexual situations
Status: Closed, Complete G-doc
Sam had told them that Clarke was gone and she wasn’t sure how to react to that. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the girl, she did, but she hadn’t really run into her while there. Murphy had run into her and tried to get her to get the collar off. Something that she hadn’t been able to do. That was fine since Raven had gotten his collar off and made him remove hers as well. She was glad, at least, that they were making friends. The good doctor seemed to be a good one to have. He didn’t have to tell them about Clarke and he had.
For the moment, however, she’s in her makeshift lab organizing the dresser full of materials and tools, it being the only original thing that had been in the room, since the nightstand was in his room and the bed disassembled. Their collars were hidden away for her to mess around with later. Murphy, well, she wasn’t entirely sure where he’d run off to. Probably out to enjoy the city, or so she hoped.
Murphy had gone out. He’d picked up food and other things at one of the shops, then headed back to the apartment. Turning Raven’s assigned room into a lab had been his idea. He thought it was a pretty damn good idea, too. She needed workspace, and it needed to be separate from her bedroom. The living room wasn’t really an appropriate place, so. The natural accommodation was to have her sleep in his room.
In his bed. After all they’d been through together, it wasn’t a big deal. Before their time on the ring, yeah. No. But now, especially after being tortured together, or really after Murphy saw how Raven was willing to bargain for his release but not her own, he had a different perspective. It wasn’t like he was in love with her, or expected any sort of romantic relationship. But they were friends, an unlikely friendship given their history, but maybe that just made them stronger friends. Because there was no expectation of anything more.
He put the food away before going to the bedroom turned lab, assuming that was where Raven would be. “You hungry? I got food.”
There were things that Murphy did that threw her off. Like when she'd first gotten to Goodland. Getting the collar off of her should've been all she wrote. Nothing more needing to be done and, yet, she ended up sleeping in his bed. With him making sure that she wasn't in any pain. The massage had felt good and sent her off to sleep. She hadn't, however, expected to wake up the next morning to him beside her.
Looking over towards the doorway, she gives him a bit of a smile. Leave it to him to head out and grab food. Actually, it was probably a good thing since she would've probably forgotten and just stuck to her little lab. It wouldn't be the first time that she'd gotten stuck in some kind of project. Especially when it came to something that she enjoyed.
"Starving, actually."
If she'd eaten that morning, well... she couldn't remember. Not after throwing herself into doing something she loved.
“You gonna come out and eat in the kitchen like a sane person or stay here like the mad scientist you are?” His tone was jovial, mocking but not criticizing. He didn’t really think Raven was a mad scientist. He knew she was an engineer and a mechanic, and damn good at both. But taunting her was a thing he did, and he wasn’t going to quit just because they were in Goodland or whatever.
“I got lunch meats and stuff. Chips. And a chocolate cake for dessert.” Murphy liked chocolate. He liked it a lot. He probably ate too much of it, but he didn’t care. He’d never had it before, so he figured he had a lifetime of chocolate eating to make up for.
"I don't know... I didn't realize that I was a sane person."
After all, hadn't she allowed him to shock the fuck out of her a few times trying to get the collar off? She hadn't allowed him to stop and hadn't gone off to someone else. Raven hadn't wanted a stranger anywhere near her throat.
She grabs the dresser and pulls herself up off the floor, trying not to put too much pressure on her leg. "What kind of lunch meat?" Though, the idea of chocolate for dessert sounded really good.
“You’re not. That’s why I said like a sane person because it’s a lie.” He grinned at her. Staying behind on Eligius with her when everyone else went to the ground had really been the best decision he ever made. Whether he made it to try and impress Emori in the wake of their break up was irrelevant. Time alone in space had given him and Raven time to truly accept each other, their shared past, and their traumas.
“They told me ham and turkey were the best ones to get, so that’s what I got.”
"Oh, I see how it is."
She gives him a smile in return even as she moves out into the dining area, so they could grab food. Last thing she needed to do was trap herself in her little makeshift lab. Raven does, however, raise a brow at that last part.
"Which one are we trying first?"
At least, in this place, they managed to eat real food. Or something that tasted real. Unlike the crap they were fed on the Ark.
“I’ll make one of each,” he said. “And we’ll both have half of each so we can try both.” Sounded like a good plan to him. There were a lot of foods for them to try, a lot of different things they could try. He hadn’t come across much he didn’t like, yet, but he had the attitude that anything was better than Monty’s algae.
That gets a bit of a laugh out of Raven even as she moves to a chair at the table, sitting down. Her leg was a bit cramped from where she'd been sitting on the floor, but she was fine. That's what she'd tell anyone that asked anyway.
"Sounds good. Then we'll have to find something to do after we eat."
Honestly? She didn't care what they did. Or, he could go off and do what he wanted and she'd go back to dealing with her makeshift lab.
He noticed the more pronounced limp because he was keenly aware of the limp, period. He caused the injury that left her with a handicap, after all. And now that he wasn’t so self centered, and actually genuinely cared about Raven, he couldn’t help but be aware of it.
“After we eat, we’re going to watch some TV and I’m going to massage your leg.” He’d turned his back to her, in order to build a couple sandwiches. He kept his focus on the food, piling meat and cheese on bread then slicing the sandwiches into halves. He put one half of each on a plate, and carried the plates to the table before putting the meat and cheese in the fridge.
"My leg's fine, Murphy."
Not that she'd stop him if he insisted on massaging her leg. It was something that he'd been doing since they'd gotten to this crazy place. Well, since she'd showed up and had gotten the collars off their necks. That was the first night that he'd decided to massage her leg. Enough so that she'd fallen asleep in his bed.
Their bed. Her room wasn't even a room anymore. It was a lab and had random parts in it. Along with the collars that were hidden rather well. That wasn't something that she'd let get out there.
Once he's sitting down, she leans back in her seat and picks up one of the sandwiches to take a bite out of it. That? That was sweet. Definitely the ham, but she didn't mind it.
“You’re limping. More than usual,” he adds because she always limps. She’ll always have a limp because of him. The least he could do was help her with the pain by massaging her leg and her back.
“No arguing. I want to do this for you.” It helped him feel like he had a purpose, when otherwise he felt like he was drifting.
He took a bite of one half sandwich, then the other. He was pleased they were entirely different. “I don’t know which one I like better. They’re both pretty good.”
"I'm not." Honestly? She probably was limping more than usual. Raven just tended to ignore the pain most nights. It wasn't like she was going to just up and say anything. Not when she'd lived with it for so long now.
"Fine. Though, I hope you realize what others would say if they knew."
Her tone is a bit teasing even as she tries the other sandwich. "Okay, I think I like the turkey better. The ham isn't so bad, but it's a bit too sweet."
“When have either of us ever cared what people say?” Murphy asked. It was a legit question. He certainly never cared what anyone said or thought about him. He’d be a raving lunatic if he cared about stuff like that. Especially back in the early days on the ground, when he was basically the black stain on the group as a whole.
“So let them talk. Of course, they’d have to find out we’re sleeping in the same bed, and I’m not planning on announcing it to the world. It’s no one’s damn business but ours.” Besides, he was being a perfect gentleman. If his hands were on her, it was to massage her legs, her back, her shoulders. Otherwise he was sticking to his side of the bed.
"Did I say that I cared? I just said that they'd talk. They might just decide that we're together in more ways than one," she states, shrugging slightly. Though, she didn't care what anyone thought about them. Murphy did tend to stick to her side, she'd noticed. Almost like he was afraid of something. Not that she'd mention that.
She smirks at his words though," Don't want people to know that we're sleeping together?" Even if all they were doing was sleeping. Except that he tended to give her massages, sometimes out of nowhere, and that's one thing others would talk about if they knew too. From what she knew that was something that was an intimate thing.
When they did get to dessert, she gives a soft groan at the taste. It was really good.
He almost choked on his food. Almost. He caught himself, and drank a bit to wash it down.
Was it such a terrible thing? It was practical. She needed space to work. She didn’t need to be sleeping in the space where she worked. She’d never sleep, if that was the case. There would always be something calling her attention.
And honestly, he slept better with another warm body in the bed. It was a sort of security blanket he’d discovered with Emori, and he’d felt the absence of it after they broke up, when he claimed the other side of The Ring for himself, and all but fought anyone who dared step over the invisible line that separated it from the rest of the ship. He’d barely slept, or had slept in fits and starts, never really able to relax enough to get any quality sleep.
“If you really don’t want to sleep in the bed with me, just say so. Maybe we can trade both beds for a pair of singles or some shit.”
She hadn't said that she had a problem with it. She actually didn't mind being in the same room as Murphy. It's not something that she would've thought about, to be honest. Since she'd of probably slept in her lab. Wouldn't be the first time that she'd done something like that.
Raven leans back in her seat, staring at Murphy for a moment. Trying to figure out where in the hell that had come from. How he had even come to that conclusion after what she'd just said. Not that she had thought much about it. Maybe she shouldn't of teased him.
"Did I say that I had a problem sleeping in bed with you, Murphy?" To be honest? She slept better with him beside her. Something she hadn't expected.
“You’re sending me mixed signals here, Reyes.” Not that he wasn’t sending his own. Probably a lifetime worth of them. He was supposed to be with Emori. He loved Emori. But being stuck on that ship, and watching her become Raven’s apprentice had left him feeling inadequate. He’d pushed her away, broken her heart, broken her trust. He’d ended up alone, like he always did.
Maybe it was his life’s curse to be forever alone. After some of the shit he’d pulled on the ground, he deserved it. But he couldn’t face that reality. He had told Raven once he was afraid to die alone, and that was still true. Even if he deserved it, the thought terrified him. More than he ever wanted to admit.
“If it’s not working for you, we can figure out something else.”
"Me? You're the one sending mixed fucking signals, Murphy."
She wasn't entirely sure what signals either of them were sending at the moment. Hell, she's not sure how in the hell she, herself, was sending mixed signals. The last time she'd even been with anyone, well... that wasn't something that she wanted to even think about.
All she wanted to do was head back into her makeshift lab, or head out to wherever. "I never said that it didn't work for me, you asshole. I actually sleep a whole lot better in bed with you. And I haven't slept right in a long ass time."
There were a thousand different ways he could respond to that. He could tell her off, he could blow it off entirely. He could argue, or he could agree. He could dig the hole deeper, or he could let it lie. Instead, he decided to do the one thing he was sure was going to make an impact.
He shifted, pressed a hand to the table and leaned across, kissing her.
The silence in the room was almost deafening. She wasn't sure if she wanted to slap or what she wanted to do, in that moment. Let him sit there and eat alone or walk out the door to have time to herself. To figure out what in the world they were doing.
Those eyes watch him and he's suddenly leaning across the table, kissing her. For a moment, she's not entirely sure what in the hell to do. It's not something that she'd expected out of him. She does, however, kiss him back. Though, it doesn't stop her from slapping him too.
She gets up from her spot at the table before moving around, sitting down on the edge of the table close to him. If she slips into his lap, then so be it. "Do not EVER assume anything, Murphy. I have no problem sleeping with you. Do you understand me? I sleep better when I'm laying beside you."
His hands move to her hips, guiding her onto his lap. He’s not hard, but he’s aroused, and it’s evident. He doesn’t shy away from it. Why should he? He’s a guy, and it’s largely involuntary anyway.
One hand slips under her shirt, fingers traveling up her spine. If anyone would have told him he’d ever be sitting in a chair like this with Raven on his lap, bearing down on his growing erection, he never would have believed it, not with their history of shooting and trying to shoot each other. He wasn’t even sure when his hatred for her changed into something positive, but it had, and he could say without question she was his best friend.
She, more than any of the others, even more than Emori, knew what he’d been through and what he’d over come. She’d seen him at his worst, and she’d been there when he crawled out of the ashes of his own stupid decsions. And every step she took, with that damn brace on her leg, he was reminded of just how much she’d over come too.
“Well, okay then. We’ll keep this arrangement.”
The position probably wasn't all that comfortable on bad leg, but she didn't care. This wasn't a spot that she'd expected to be in either. Straddling Murphy's lap while at a table, after they'd eaten.
She could feel a slight shiver run up her spine when that hand slips under her shirt. Those fingers running along her spine. If anyone saw them now, they'd probably not know what to think. Especially if they knew the history between the two of them.
Raven could feel how aroused he was, but doesn't bring attention to it. Things were probably going to be a bit awkward now. Though, she was glad that they'd managed to get this out of the way. So, giving a slight smile she leans in and kisses him softly, arms wrapping around his neck, and fingers threading through his hair. She had to admit that she liked the feel of those lips against her own.
"Good. Because if the arrangement got changed, I wouldn't sleep at all and we both know it."
“You and me both.” He didn’t sleep well, as a rule. His brain was too worried about a fight. The world they came from, there was a risk of danger any time, day or night. Those who didn’t take it seriously didn’t last very long.
Raven and Murphy were both survivors. He knew he should have been dead a dozen times over. But he wasn’t. And now he was here, shifting his hips, though he wasn’t sure if he was trying to relieve pressure or create it.
“Good. We’re agreed. Now. Either finish what you’ve started, or I need to excuse myself to the bathroom to go and finish what you’ve started.”
It used to be that she'd sleep alone or in her lab. Though, if she'd been in her lab then she wouldn't be sleeping at all. There was too much that went on that she'd have to focus on. When it came to working, she got lost in it.
She felt him shift his hips and raised a brow. Not that it didn't do anything to her, it did. Only difference was that she could feel what it was doing to him. He couldn't really feel what it was doing to her.
"We are," Raven tells him before shaking her head. "Then I guess you'll need to excuse yourself and take care of your little problem, Murphy."
He was only slightly disappointed she didn’t want to help him take care of it. He didn’t expect that, of course not. This was new territory. And he presented it the way he did to show her that he didn’t expect her to do anything she didn’t want to do.
He’d been in that position with Ontari, and it was something that still weighed heavy in his mind, even after all this time. It was the kind of thing that never really went away, no matter how far removed from the situation someone was.
He nodded; he respected Raven enough to be honest with her. “Yeah, ‘kay. I’ll be right back.” He tilted his head up at her. “Um. You need to move.”
Honestly, Raven wasn't even sure if they were putting a label on this thing or not. Maybe they needed to try and see where it went a bit first. Even if neither of them wanted to, more than likely. Murphy was the last person anyone would think her to be with. Especially after what he'd done to her. A pain she lived with every day.
The table was a bit too close to her back, so getting up from where she'd straddled his lap was a bit of a hassle. Along with sending a bit of a pain up her bad leg, but it was something that she didn't mind. It was a pain that she could deal with. Once she's up and out of his lap, she leans over and kisses him.
"Go take care of your problem, Murphy. Then we'll sit out here and watch TV or something."
He indulged in the kiss for a few seconds before pulling back. He slid his hand out from under her shirt and made his way to the bathroom to take care of his boner. He probably should have felt a little bit embarrassed, but he really didn’t. It wasn’t like she didn’t know what he was doing, but they’d been through so much together that full disclosure really was the only way any relationship would ever work between them, even just friendship.
And now it was a little more than friendship. Or at least there was a possibility of heading into more-than-friends territory.
After he finished and cleaned himself up, he headed out to join her in front of the TV. “I’m still gonna massage that leg.” Especially after the way she was sitting on his lap. She hadn’t sat that way long, but it didn’t take long for that bad leg to seize up on her.
It didn't take rocket science to know exactly what he was doing, or where he was disappearing off to. Not when she'd felt just how aroused he'd been. That made Raven wonder exactly how that would affect them when they went to bed.
This whole situation, she's sure, was going to get rather interesting. Maybe once they got used to whatever this whole thing was, they could put a name for it. Tell people. Not hide it. She wasn't one for hiding things, but she would until they were comfortable with this whole situation.
She gives him a smile when he comes back to where she was sitting, TV turned on. Hell, she'd even found what Sam was telling her about. This whole Netflix thing. Even if she wasn't sure what half of what was on it was. "I actually look forward to you doing that. You just better not put me to sleep."
“No promises.” Murphy settles beside her on the couch, and pats his legs for her to put her legs up on his lap. Once she does, he unlocks her brace and slides it off, hands moving right back to her knee. The injury that made her limp was in her back, he’d shot her in the spine. She could have easily been paralysed, but she wasn’t.
His fingers dig into the muscles, working out the tension. “This show looks interesting. Maybe it’ll hold your attention so you won’t fall asleep.” He didn’t care if she did. He kind of liked having the power to put her to sleep with his hands caressing her skin.
It takes a moment for her to move into just the right position, one that put her bad leg up into his lap. This? This was something that she looked forward to at the end of the night. Something that he seemed to like doing. His hands were like magic on her leg, though. Working out the tension of the day.
She groans when his fingers dig into the muscle and she gives a shake of her head," It might keep my attention. I just know that I don't want to fall asleep, not yet. Far too early for that."
“I’ll wake you up, how about that. If you fall asleep.” He wouldn’t, but she didn’t need to know that. Hopefully she couldn’t call him out on it. Because, no. He wouldn’t wake her up. If she fell asleep, he’d let her sleep.
"You better. I'm not sleeping all day."
That was the last thing that she wanted to do. Maybe she'd even head out at some point, see what she could find parts wise. Just to give herself something more to do. See what projects there were that could be done, as well.
“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and watch the TV.” He gave her a cocky grin, and shifted his gaze to the television as if it captivated him. His hands were steady, never wavering from their task.