Gert Yorkes | Arsenic (arseniclace) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-10-08 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, chase stein / talkback, gert yorkes / arsenic (2912) |
Who: Gert & Chase
What: Talking/going to sleep
When: 9/29, backdated - after Time Square stuff (late night).
Where: Their bed.
Rating: PG13
Warning: Sexually suggestive, minor language.
Status: Complete.
Gertrude shifted, pulling the thin sheet up and tighter around her body so that the fabric curled around her hip and up to cover her chest yet left her legs free from their tangled mess. Her head moved, trying to get her purple hair from her face without the use of her hands, and failing, the medium length strands only falling into her eyes all the more but she didn’t really care she was just too tired to care about something so minimal right now. Their bodies were still warm to the touch, slick from the workout they’d given each other, and still she couldn’t keep herself away from him. Shifting about just a little more so she could wedge herself again his side until fingers could uncurl from the sheet and play along his bare stomach as he rested on his back. Eventually her cheek found its way against his chest and mentally she counted down his heart beat--his heart beat meant everything in the world to her, having someone you love almost die in your arms could do that to a person. This hadn’t been her plan though, they’d gone a month and tried to do the dating thing without actually dating. Tried to get to know the differences in each other, but in the end they still shared a room and reacted off of one another the only way they really could. There was an easy back and forth with them that often ended in odd arguments, silent treatments, and cold looks that eventually faded into goofy grins and impromptu innuendos. It really was only a matter of time before this happened, and really, it was just over a month...that was the longest she’d gone since getting with him...so that was something, wasn’t it? “Are you always so awkward?” her voice came out just a little breathless, her free hand finally moving to arrange her hair without moving more than necessary. “I can’t recall ever needing to block random punches during sex before,” amusement started to mingle in her words as a smirk touched her lips. She only made fun of him because she’d been just as much a culprit in their awkward marathon as he had--in fact being awkward had been half the fun. It settled something inside that she hadn’t realized she’d been fighting with until now. He was still Chase. If she could laugh, feel that beautiful and unabashed with him as they mumbled through kisses and fumbled through basic motions...he had to be just as much her Chase as any other Chase could be. --- He tried. No, really. He tried to do the whole ‘dating’ thing. Like, this was the chance to make up for the time Gert technically broke up with him. He wasn’t exactly the flowers and boxed chocolates kind of guy, and with Gert’s lame schedule of working nights, he really didn’t get the opportunity to drag her off to the movies or out for a spaghetti dinner some place nice. While she slept in the mornings, he was busy playing house and shipping Molly and Klara off to school. It was almost becoming a circus act really, juggling breakfast and lunch making skills while conducting OL to drag Molly out of bed some days. Could that go on a resume? Because so far the ones he’d been turning in were getting shipped right back. Maybe he was aiming a bit too high, but he was hell bent on not going back to the fish market, and with Gert and Xavin both bringing in a couple extra bucks, he was taking advantage of the situation and not exerting himself on the job hunt as much as he could. Getting volunteered (again) to answer the distress call of SHIELD (can’t these guys handle their own shit ever?) wasn’t as bad as Chase thought it would be, but that didn’t mean he didn’t bring some cheese to go with all the whines. He complained the whole time. Darkhawk doesn’t do this, Darkhawk doesn’t do that. But he still did it. Whatever his team thought was needed he followed through with and now, well, he got rewarded. There needed to be more disasters. They were warm, sticky, and totally unattractive laying oddly in bed, their bodies still trying to connect from the legs up as if they’d never be able to touch again. He loved it. He loved her. And damnit if he didn’t love that she finally gave in. The first round was like being attacked by a yeti. Okay, Gert wasn’t a yeti, but he didn’t exactly get a say in what was going on. After that much needed release on both their parts though, everything started feeling… comfortable. It was the only word to describe their clumsiness, their poorly timed breathing, the way they could just do things and not feel like the biggest idiots on the planet. It was the best word to describe the whole night though: comfortable. Which he was, as he laid there, still, except for his hand that idly tangled itself in purple hair. “Thought I was being attacked, you’re supposed to hit people when they attack you, Gert. The best defense is a great offense!” He laughed, tugging a little clump of her hair playfully. --- Earlier attacks were the furthest thing from her mind. The fact that she wasn’t leader of this group was starting to settle in and if Xavin was going to jump at including them in missions while Nico wasn’t around, well, it wasn’t really for her to protest. Yet. For now she was going to do what she could, fight to the best of her ability, and make sure that (through Captain America’s help) she would continue to only grow in her skills and abilities as a leader in both this and her world. But, that wasn’t on her mind, and so instead of telling Chase he’d been a good soldier today, and actually listened to her the few times she gave him an order, she simply smirked a lazy look as he tugged her hair. Eyes lidding just a little so she could look at him as her head tilted back into the tug so as to cut him off from actually, inadvertently, hurting her. “Careful,” her tone was gentle with the undertones of mock warning as her hand against his chest tented slightly so that only her fingertips touched him. Her nails lightly stroked against his skin up towards his collarbones before moving off towards his left where shoulder met neck. “I think I gave a pretty good lesson in the fact that I do indeed bite, Mr. Stein.” She had bitten him for the fun of biting him, but there were also the signs of childish fun where hickeys bruised his flesh around the area she now brushed fingertips across. All playful though, and so when his hand laxed, she moved her hand in an non suggestive manner back to his chest and down further so she could continue stroking his torso. The matter of her attacking him or not was left alone, if he hadn’t of been willing he’d have let her know. The fact that he’d been pushy about sex since getting over her arrival led her to believe he wouldn’t, and he hadn’t, so why pull those strings when the bait was so obvious? No, she wasn’t going to stroke his ego if she could help it. “So there’s this piano bar I’ve been wanting to go to...you up for it?” She cocked her head just enough so she could look up from his chest to his face--though her angle and the height difference meant she was looking more at his neck and lower half of his face. --- Eyes rolled in the back of his head as she warned him. The little tricks that a person would think only someone specific could pull off was thrown out the window with this whole cross-dimensional nightmare thing. This was Gert, there were slight differences, but come one, how many Gerts knew to do that thing at just the right time? “I can totally find something else to occupy your mouth with,” he said incredibly bluntly, but, that was Chase. They were so beyond done for the night and still he could spoil a gentle moment with crude remarks. Fingers that were once tangled in her hair found their way to her shoulder, gliding across lazily. He had such good, strong, tough hands capable of doing amazing things and yet he wasn’t exactly the most tender with that touch. He could have fallen asleep then and there, but the bass from her voice tickled and caused him to stir slightly so he could hear what she had to say. “A piano bar?” The only thing he could think of was some weird cross between Casablanca and the piano in that film with the hot chick from Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Eyebrows were lifted as he let the image dissolve, shaking his head slightly. “You want to go to some place where they play piano….” At least the word ‘bar’ was involved, which meant there would be alcohol. “Do we have to get dressed up?” It wasn’t so much an issue of whether or not they could or should go, Gert could pretty much get whatever she wanted out of him from this point in time, but damnit if he didn’t hate dressing up. At least he still had that one suit thing from the fake prom. “Can’t we go to like… Wrestlemania or something way more romantic? Nothing says ‘I love you’ more than steroid-popping muscle bros hugging each other in spandex…” Lips were cocked to one side as he smirked, shifting playfully under her weight to ebb her on. He clearly wasn’t serious about the offer…. Or was he? --- A simple eye-roll was given while Chase dove back into his lewd sense of humor and didn’t so much ruin a moment as make it his own, the way he often did. “Yes, a piano bar,” Gert repeated him with just a hint of a sigh—expecting an argument about it all she was already set up to tell him he didn’t have to go at all. It was something she wanted to do, and she didn’t need him to accompany her to a place she wanted to go or to do things she wanted to do. She lined her own pockets pretty well on her own and she wasn’t exactly afraid of being mugged. Still, she listened to him instead of jumping in and cutting him off for the sake of making this short. Besides, it gave her a reason to close her eyes and snuggle herself against him. There was something about his scent when he was so warm that caught her attention and made her feel dreamily lazy—and at this time, with all that they’d done today (on top of the hours they’d just used up) lazy easily turned into sleepy. “No we’re not going to wrestlemania, you can go if you’d like.” As she became more comfortable her hand stopped stroking over his skin and moved to rest lazily at his hip opposite her so that she hugged herself to him, curling her legs just slightly so knees pressed into him and the sheets tangled around her legs leaving patches of pale skin visible from under the deep green. It was when they both grew silent that the music she’d put on earlier, mostly for Molly’s benefit (she was tired of hearing the girl talk about sex!), “It’s just a live show, Chase, think smaller concert with music you don’t find exactly fun to listen to. But that I adore and you’ll get lots of kisses for being a good boyfriend. We just need fake IDs and yes, sadly for you, there is a dress code.” Her face turned inward towards him as her lips pressed against his chest near his heart, “means I’ll wear a dress too, and you know how accessible dresses can be.” It was a lazy, halfhearted, tease in her sleepy voice. “It wouldn’t be for another two weeks anyway, so you have plenty of time to find something to wear.” --- They were both so sure that an argument would arise that even Chase had to stop, take a look around, and swallow any choice words he'd already been loading up for comebacks. Was he thrilled about going to some place to listen to some dude play the piano? Absolutely not, but he'd been trying his damned hardest to make sure things would go smooth with this Gert. She was different, came with a few extra challenges, but he didn't want to fuck it up, he didn't want to lose her too. And even if she wasn't dead in her world, it was hard to think that she wouldn't die in some other world. Maybe she would become the older self that came from the future to tip them off about Victor. It could make sense, right? It did in Chase's head, so if she had a few good years left in her before she got betrayed and murdered, then he'd do what he could to keep those years good. He could tolerate piano and tucking in his shirt for a night. The more comfortable she was getting the more he was too. Every little movement she made was met with one of his own to get just that much closer. The leg she had atop his was bent at the knee to wrap along hers, locking her in place. His arm kept her back cradled against him, and after either of them finally finished making their last adjustments, he could feel the weight of sleep burdening his eyelids, letting them close uncaringly. "Fake IDs? I already got you one. You're name is like... Lucinda Brown or something. Purple hair and everything." Scoring fake IDs was one of the first things Chase did when he'd gotten to this world... how many months ago? It seemed like forever. "Already got a suit, babe. You picked it out for prom, remember--- Oh. Yeah." There were way too many Gerts in his life. How many other guys had to deal with multiple versions of their girlfriend? She didn't have to tease him, but it was always appreciated. Her mind could be just as dirty and shallow as his, which probably helped in their level of compatibility despite the seemingly "odd couple" vibe people seemed to get. His breathing started to slow, his chest rising a little higher as the breathes drawn in deepened. The gem around his neck had fallen down by his head, wedged between his shoulder and the pillow. It was a safety net, a constant reminder that he had a new tool, a new weapon to protect Gert and the others with. "Hey," he said with a little snort, as if having forgotten how to breathe for a second after falling asleep rather suddenly, "you remember the time we almost got caught five-finger-discount shopping at the grocery store because Molly left a stupid apology letter to the clerk lady?" --- “Lucinda Brown,” even with her eyes now closed she could feel her brow knitting in confusion caused by the name. “Is that like an inside joke or something? Tell me I didn’t choose that on my own…” It wasn’t often that referred to his world’s Gert as if they were one in the same. She tried her best, in fact, to always make sure to verbally separate herself from the other--because there were so many differences and things were confusing enough as it was. Maybe she’d eventually talk to Captain Rogers about this...he’d know what it felt like to have another version of himself sharing his world. Maybe she wasn’t the only one that didn’t truly feel a disconnect from her alt-self, which made it harder for her to keep herself separate from the other. Still, she tried, for them. “I mean I guess it doesn’t matter, long as she has purple hair.” It didn’t come as a shock that the other Gert had to pick out clothes for Chase either, the boy just did not like to dress up. There was just the beginnings of a smirk before it faded back into the natural position of her lips as she rested in such a relaxed pose. The duo had been sharing a bed for weeks, but Gertrude hadn’t allowed them to cuddle to this extent. She’d almost forgotten how much she enjoyed the warmth and physical presence of Chase’s much firmer body against her own. It made it so much easier to relax into that slumbering state he already seemed to be drifting in and out of...well, she may have been able to pretend to forget how much she enjoyed it, but her body remembered quite well. She easily molded and adjusted into his adjustments so that they could fit perfectly together--not even their height difference seeming to matter as they lied there. Chase’s voice did catch her attention mid-way through his sentence, this time she couldn’t help the smirk and the escape of a single silent laugh that puffed her chest up and shook her body just for a second. “She was such an innocent kid back then, way too intelligent for her own good at times though…” But with doctors for parents, as she often reminded them, that was bound to happen. Then again, Chase wasn’t exactly the scientific mastermind his father had been. He did, however, have that same mad-scientist creative spark that was necessary for genius to grow, if given the chance. “Gotta love that girl, no matter the world.” Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke; following Chase’s lead into slumber it seemed. --- “What? No. Not an inside joke. It was the only ID I could get for you. And don’t worry, the picture looks just like you because it -is- you. This isn’t my first rodeo babe, it worked so well that when I took you on a date the first time you were here you ordered wine and no one thought twice. Plus, I’ve been to how many clubs now? Yeah. These babies are golden.” He was pretty proud of acquiring them, but, could you blame him? They weren’t exactly in LA and he somehow managed to find the seedy people that could help sneak minors into places they didn’t legally belong in. “She’s a pain in the ass, G,” he huffed, his face caught somewhere between a smirk and a pout. Molly was great, she was like a little sister, but damn if she wasn’t a brat! She definitely was a constant reminder that things like birth control were a total necessity, especially for the Runaways. The last thing he wanted was a little him running around terrorizing the world, or worse, himself! Fingers lightly pressed into the skin along her back, walking down her body as if being playful with her… When in fact he was reaching down for the corner of the blanket. The warmth phase after a good workout only lasted so long, and while Gert’s body was like a furnace, the other half of him was freezing! He pulled the blanket up, completely covering Gert’s body in the process and sighing audibly, teasingly. After fussing with her for a few moments, the blanket was bunched and bent and twisted so that it would cover the parts Chase needed covered and still leave Gert’s head out to breathe. “Tell me more about your world. Are you happy?” He hoped she was happy. From the things she’d let on already, it seemed like all of them were better off. Not that Chase was thrilled about taking over as the Young Avengers, but there was a level of notoriety that could be respected, plus they didn’t have to run, and no one was trying to split them up and send them to orphan school or whatever. ---- “You love her,” Gertrude mumbled in her lazy state, only smiling mildly to the earlier statements. Somehow his words about taking her on a date and ordering wine slipped into her dream-like-state and she could actually picture it all happening. She wasn’t even sure if she was saying that he loved Molly or that he loved the other Gert--both statements were true though, not that she was in a state to debate the thoughts. She was finding sleep so easy tonight that when Chase started twisting and turning it shocked Gert in alarm. “Chase! Come on!” She yelped in frustration as she suddenly started shifting to help him get the blankets the way he wanted them so he could lay the hell back down and stop wiggling. Only once he had them the way he wanted them she had to rearrange again--she was a furnace, and she didn’t need that much covering. Again her legs sought the cool air while her arms curled up and under the blankets to bring them up over her chin as she nuzzled back into Chase. Eyes again closed and a content sigh slipped out as her body once more began to relax against him. His question came foggy in his sleepy voice…Mmmhm was her only answer at first. Then, after what seemed like an abundance of time she finally gave more, “We’re all happy...no running. No worries about where food is coming from, how we can buy clothes, clean water, clean house…no one chasing us.” she faded off before piping up one last time, “no second guessing…” But she faded off again and this time only the audible breathing that came with sleep could be heard. |