Analise Gordan (crazyonyou) wrote in the_colony, @ 2010-11-11 08:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | ^ week 22, analise gordan, andrew kirke, | ana and drew |
Week 22 - Thursday
Characters: Ana Gordan and Drew Kirke
Location: Their room
Summary: Ana and Drew talk after he comes to bed to find her drunk
Rating: PG
The acute hypothermia had been so stressful that Drew had felt ill the first day, but it was nothing compared to the resulting pneumonia. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so distraught; every waking hour he wasn’t on radio duty, he was sitting with her in her room or getting her what she needed. He felt exhausted. Even with the doctor spending a good chunk of time in the room with her, checking and re-checking her vitals, he wondered if she’d ever get better.
Why had this happened now? Everything had been okay, and now it felt like a never-ending hell was raining down on him. No amount of praying was helping her. His thoughts continued to circle morosely around the sick girl upstairs as he pushed the door open to his an Ana’s room, shutting it behind him and clicking the lock into place.
Ana had been able to sit patiently in the parlor for all of three minutes after Jed went to bed. She’d walked into the kitchen, opening up all of the cupboards to peer at the food in the dark but decided she didn’t feel like eating anything. Instead, she staggered into their bedroom. At first, Ana thought of getting undressed for when Drew came back, but the idea of buttons and zippers seemed very overwhelming. When he walked in, she was sitting on the end of the bed, tapping her toes on the floor and rubbing her palms up and down her jean legs.
She stopped fidgeting at his appearance and her face split into a grin. “Hiii baaaby,” she crowed. Drew immediately winced at the volume of her voice, then caught the whiff of whiskey in the air between them. He just barely managed to keep from sighing. Any other day of any other week it would have been no big deal, but he wasn’t sure how he could cope with her silly antics just then.
“Hey you. I thought you’d be out by now,” he said, starting to strip off his day clothes in exchange for pajamas.
“I was waitin’ fer you,” she explained. With a tremendous effort, Ana managed to wrench her mind onto something serious. “How’s Molls doin’?”
“Still feverish,” he said, frowning and pulling out a thick flannel nightshirt from his drawer. “Still a little loopy. Sleepin’ a lot.”
Ana rose unsteadily to her feet and took a few overly-wide and shaky steps over to him. “She gon’ be all right,” she said, slipping her arms around his waist from behind. Drew leaned back against her lightly, feeling some of the day’s stress eke out of him. He was careful not to lean back too much, afraid to tip her over.
“I’m being a downer. I’m sorry.”
“S’okay.” Ana knew the past week had been hard for Drew. She’d tried to be as helpful as possible, but for the last few days there was little she could do. It was a useless sort of feeling. Inebriation was an improvement. She tried to give him a comforting pat but wound up banging her hand awkwardly against his abdomen.
It pulled a small laugh out of him despite his mood. “I think it’s time I put you to bed.”
That perked Ana up. “Yes, please.”
The alarm was already set, so there was no need to double-check it. Once he’d finished dressing himself he turned to her, gently nudging her back to sitting on the edge of the bed and dropping onto his knees in front of her. He just hoped she’d sleep the liquor off in time to start her guard shift; he didn’t want Tom mad at either of them. In fact... he thought, licking his lips as he started unbuttoning her top shirt.
“You want me to take your shift tonight so you can sleep?”
“Think I can’t hold my liquor?” Ana waved a warning finger at him, leaning backwards slightly before she corrected. “I can hold my liquor.”
She looked down at him, thoroughly approving of both Drew’s location and that he was taking her clothes off. With a hand on his shoulder for support, she leaned down to kiss him. Their noses knocked together and she only managed to get the corner of his mouth and his jaw. “Oops,” she giggled. “Missed.”
Drew smiled wryly in response, reaching up long enough to give her nose a little tweak. She may have been able to hold her liquor better before when she’d drank on a regular basis, but her small stature and the fact that they’d done very little drinking these days made her a little more tipsy than normal. He wasn’t about to reason that out to her, however.
“Just tryin’ to be nice,” he replied, pushing off the first shirt layer and peeling off the second. “Arms up.”
“Yer always nice ta me,” Ana responded pleasantly. She raised her arms and the movement reminded her of the dance she’d done earlier tonight. “Man skirt short shirt, oh oh oh.”
Even drunk, Drew remembered that song. It was one of Ana’s favorite warm-up dances because it involved almost every dance move she typically used on the bar. His brows arched slightly at her as he tugged the long-sleeved second shirt up over her wriggling head and arms, then tossed it aside on the growing pile on the floor. Don’t ask, he told himself strictly. Something tells me I don’t really wanna know.
“Y’want my shirt, or a clean one?” he asked her.
“Mmm...yours. All Drew-y.” Despite her answer, Ana didn’t let him get that far. She reached for his arm, tugging him forward while she leaned back. She fell flat onto the bed and pulled Drew on top of her. Ana laughed and looked pleased with her handiwork.
“Hi, baby.”
It was so hard to be sad when she was being silly, though for the briefest moment he felt bad that he was the one who needed cheering up. Normally it was his job to be the goofy one and remind her not to be so serious. Another small thought chased those similar lines: what if it’d been Ana who’d gotten lost in the snowstorm? What if she hadn’t recovered? With surprising intensity Drew claimed her mouth, pushing a hand into her short hair.
Ana hadn’t been expecting such a strong reaction but she approved immensely. She arched under him, hooking one of her legs around Drew’s to draw him close. Her arms slipped behind his neck but with her head so fuzzy, it was hard to control her breathing and she broke the kiss much sooner than she would have liked.
“Hi, baby,” she said again. She patted his cheek and smiled up at him. Drew pressed his cheek against hers before burying his face into her neck, shifting his weight above her so as to distribute his weight.
“I love you,” he said emphatically, the words muffled against her skin. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
Ana completely missed his tone, taking Drew literally. “Where’s else w’ld I be? This’s where we sleep. But I love you, too. I don’t need you to do ropin’.”
Drew’s brow furrowed at that. It had been the second time she’d done or said something abstract since he came into the room. Thoroughly derailed from his previous thoughts, Drew pulled back and looked down at her. “Roping?”
Ana giggled. “A ropin’ Drew isn’t a Drew and you’re a Drew I like. Jed said you’re not the type fer that and he was right,” she explained. Drew’s brows rose. Why would that have come up in conversation?
“That still doesn’t explain why me and roping wound up between you and Jed,” he said slowly, a hint of a frown pulling at his mouth. “but okay.”
“Okay,” Ana agreed. She noticed the frown and reached up to poke him in the corner of his mouth. “Don’ be so serious. You’ve had a bad week. Don’ be serious, baby.”
Drew pulled a face at the poke, though he was far from annoyed by it. Maybe now wasn’t a good time to ask her why his not knowing how to rope came up in a conversation between her and a guy who he pretty much knew didn’t like him. Drew turned his head just enough to nip the finger that had poked him.
That Ana definitely didn’t mind. “Oooh, yes please,” she encouraged. Drew smirked around the nipped finger before letting it go.
“You are going to be so hung over tomorrow,” he said with a small smirk. “You sure you wanna be sore on top of that?”
“I ain’t gon’ be hungover,” Ana protested. “But...if you want to? You juss been so stressed baby, and I don’ know how to help.”
Her response made the small flicker of amusement fade away, replacing it with guilt. “I’ll be all right,” he lied, his thumb trailing along her cheek. “Don’t worry about me. I don’t want you stressed just ‘cuz I am.”
“I worry fer you,” Ana admitted. “I juss wanta make you okay.” It felt nice to be touched and Ana pushed a hand through his hair to return the favor. His eyes closed for a moment when her nails dragged along his scalp.
“You are,” he said reassuringly, pausing only long enough to kiss her. “You being here helps. I don’t know how I’d deal with this without you here.”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” Ana said, flushing with an awkward sort of pride. “Whatever you need from me.” And while she was very interested in pursuing sex since they hadn’t had any since Molly fell ill, that wasn’t the only way she meant. Ana wanted to find a way to prop up the world that was caving in on him this week.
“God, any other night,” he muttered, opening one eye to look at her and crack a playful smile. He kissed her again, sliding one hand down the leg she’d hooked behind his in order to roll them. “I’m a little tired, but for you I think I can manage,” he teased.
“I’ll take care of you,” Ana promised. “If that meens sleepin’, it’s okay.”
“We’ll take care of each other,” Drew amended, his hands coming to rest on her bare hips before one slid around to her back, bowing her over him. “Always.”