Christopher Pike (daretodobetter) wrote in toboldlyrpg, @ 2017-07-02 14:05:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | ! enterprise, ^ log, christopher pike | star trek, leia organa | star wars |
WHO: Christopher Pike & Leia Organa
WHEN: 226407.02, morning
WHERE: Chris' crew quarters
WHAT: Mornings normally mean PT for Chris, but having Leia over means a break in routine. And an argument.
WARNINGS: mentions of torture, physical therapy, bigwigs being vulnerable.
It was habit for Leia to spend the night in Chris' quarters. It didn't happen every day, but more often than not he found himself waking up with Leia next to him. It wasn't a bad thing to wake up to, but it meant adjusting his morning routine. Instead of waking up at 0500, having coffee and answering comms before going for his morning swim and PT and then breakfast it turned into waking up somewhere between 0500 and 0600, answering some comms before morning snuggles, then coffee and a bit of work before they headed to breakfast. He'd usually squeeze in a swim or PT over lunch, but the change in routine meant that he didn't always find time for his PT or his swim and his body was starting to protest. So this morning found him dressed in his PT clothes while Leia was in the bathroom getting ready. Maybe he could do his PT while she got ready and then they could still have breakfast together. He was in the sitting room, teeth gritted as he bent over, stretching out his back and hip. Hearing movement, he sat up quickly, wincing at the sudden movement. He was always stiffest in the morning. "Done already?" he asked, struggling to get up to his feet from his spot on the floor. Leia worked her fingers through her long hair, twisting it without looking into braids that she laid down over her shoulder. She never took long to get ready, a habit from her days in the Rebellion and with the Resistance, where there wasn't any time to waste getting dressed or getting dolled up. Her hair, even, she had learned to do quickly, with little effort. "I'd rather take a seat and finish my hair than stand in the 'fresher," she said. She glanced over at him. "You don't have to stop on my account." "No, it's fine.. I can finish later or something, it's fine. I'll just go and get dressed," Christopher said, sounding and looking like a child who had gotten caught doing something and not an Admiral doing medically necessary exercises. He ran a hand over his hair and started to move past her into the bedroom. "Christopher," she said, perhaps a bit sharply, eyeing his back as he moved toward the bedroom. She reached out and touched his arm. "Finish," she said, giving him a look that told him not to argue with her. It occurred to her in that moment that she couldn't remember him ever doing his PT in the morning when she slept over, which was odd because she was well aware that he was on a strict regimen. "You have been keeping up with your PT, right?" "I'll finish later." It was his officer voice that usually meant challenging him was not an option. He fixed his blue eyes on her and gave her a look. "Yes, i have." Mostly, he added to himself. He could handle being chastised by McCoy, but this wasn't something he wanted to discuss with Leia. Her hands in her hair stilled for a moment and she looked up at him. "When do you do it?" she asked him, ignoring his tone of voice. She'd heard it used her entire life and had always been able to counter with her own sharp tone. "Because this is the first time I've - interrupted you in the morning." "During lunch breaks usually on the days I don't do it in the morning. And then I have sessions in medical three times a week." He gave her a smile and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead. "Besides, I rather enjoy our morning routine." Mostly he was just glad his body could handle morning sex and evening sex. Leia smiled warmly back up at him, letting go of her hair to touch his chest lightly. "I do too, but that doesn't mean it has to exclude your PT. There's no reason why you can't do it while I braid my hair," she challenged lightly. He tensed as her fingertips brushed the scartissue through his pt shirt. "Because I do it alone," Chris said, pulling back and heading into the bedroom to pull out his standard gold shirt with black undershirt and black pants. "And I don't want to take away from our mornings." She was silent for a moment. "Seriously?" she called out as he disappeared into the bedroom. "What part of it is going to take away from our mornings, exactly? For example, right now, you could be doing your PT while I have a cup of caf and finish my hair. That takes away nothing." "I do it alone, Leia. It's just how it is." He didn't know why she was so stuck on this. What was the big deal. They didn't do everything together. There were things both of them didn't talk about. This was just one of those things. Why couldn't she just drop it. He took his clothes into the bathroom and let the door slide shut as he got changed. Leia rolled her eyes at the closing door and finished her hair quickly while he changed. She gathered up her PADD and pulled on her jacket. "Then just tell me to leave and I'll do it so you can take care of yourself," she said, more of a grumble, really, but loud enough that he could hear it. "I don't want you to leave," Chris called through the door. "I want to go have breakfast with you like we normally do. Besides, it's not a big deal if I do it in the morning or at lunch, it still gets done." "Yes, but it's better for you to do it in the morning," she said. "And don't argue with me. I went through PT that I didn't want to do for years after being tortured on the Death Star." The comment slipped out naturally. She had fought it, it was true, tooth and nail, but finally gave in to the physical training that the Alliance medics suggested, though never did do anything about any other kind of therapy. She certainly never talked to anyone (save Han) about her experiences there. "It's not about me doing it or not doing it, Leia. I'm doing it! Believe me, I do not want to be stuck in that damn chair again." He came out of the bathroom in black pants and the undershirt, the gold shirt still in his hand. "I just prefer to do it alone. Just like I don't like having people in the bathroom when I'm taking a shit, I like to do my PT in private. Don't see what the big deal is." "You're the one making it a big deal," she replied, relatively calmly, though it wasn't like arguing with her partner was something Leia wasn't used to. Her entire marriage was based on arguments, and she didn't necessarily want to see the same thing happen. "We sleep together, shower together, see each other naked. I'm just saying this is just an extension of all of that." "It's .. different for me. I can't explain why but it's not the same. I'm just not comfortable with anyone being around when I do PT.. or anything related to my medical stuff." Christopher took a seat on the couch and sighed. "It has to do with … Vulnerability." She looked over at him. "It has to do with you thinking someone else will perceive you as vulnerable at least. I don't see you that way at all." Leia crossed over to him and bent down to kiss his forehead. But she understood him. She hated being perceived as vulnerable herself, which was why she built herself up, and built her walls up, and didn't take anyone else's shit. "It's more than that. When Nero tortured me, I broke.. I gave him the codes. Every reminder of my injuries from that day reminds me of him.. and of what I did. And I still have stuff I need to work through around that." Chris was quiet as he ran a hand over his hair. "And I have to do my PT, keep improving. I have to do it on my own." She pursed her lips together and swallowed hard. She hadn't given up anything when she had been tortured, but their situations weren't the same. She knew that. "I get it," she said. "I'm just saying that you don't have to do it on your own, that's all." He reached out and squeezed her hand. "I appreciate it, Leia, I really do, I'm just… not ready for that, yet. If that's okay?" She looked at him, met his eyes and held his gaze for a moment before nodding. "Of course it's okay," she said simply, squeezing his hand back and then dropping it. "I'll see you later, Chris. I should get out of your hair this morning." Chris reached out for her again. "Stay. I want to go to breakfast with you." Leia tipped her head to the side and considered it for a moment. She should just say yes and stay and they could continue on with their morning. She knew how easy that would be. So then why was she fighting with herself about it, thinking she should insist on leaving, waiting until another morning for them to have breakfast together? She hesitated before answering. "Sure, I need some more caf anyway." Christopher gave her smile and pulled her down for a kiss, running his fingers over her hair. "Sure, blame it on the caffeine.." "I've got to blame in on something, don't I?" Leia teased, kissing him for a moment before pulling back and straightening. "Come on, let's go eat." Chris obliged, getting to his feet and wrapping his arms around Leia, kissing her again. "Of course. Couldn't be because you actually enjoy spending time with me." |