Clarice is working with portals (lostinexile) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-04 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clarice ferguson (blink), illyana rasputin (magik) |
I love you
Who: Clarice and Illyana-in-Thor’s-body
What: Shocks
When: 8/4
Where: Cafe, then the Pryde household
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Illyana waited at the cafe, hiding in a booth she had been in before, one she knew the number of. She had told Clarice which one she was in and partly shifted so no one else could see into it. She was feeling very odd, being in Thor’s body. It had taken her three or four tries to walk or sit down without hurting herself., And she had new respect for any man who had ever been hit in the balls.
A lot of respect. Ow.
She nursed a caramel macchiato and waited.
“I almost expected to see him in a sundress.” Clarice slipped in across from Illyana and gave her a nervous smile. “How are you holding up?”
Illyana snorted. “Not today, apparently. I sent him to his house with my sizes so he could get some clothing.” She shivered and shook her head. “He told me his and I have mostly been sitting here freaking out.” She reached out to grasp her lover’s hands.
She squeezed Illyana's hands, only a little freaked out. Okay, more freaked out than she’d let on. The last time she’d seen any kind of body swapping Cal had ended up dead and Morph had nearly joined him. “You’re okay, otherwise?”
Illyana nodded, sighing. “Yes. This voice with my words is hard to get used to, and his senses are insane. But yes.” She chuckled. “As long as I don’t let my eyes notice any girl parts, ever.” She closed her eyes, then, and nodded. “Otherwise, walking becomes harder.”
“He is a bit hyper-sexual,” Clarice agreed, making a little snerking sound. “And his magic, and your magic...it couldn’t fix this?”
Illyana shook her head. “No. At best we could help each other do things with our magics working together, but not switch bodies. Maybe if we had weeks to figure it out?” She sighed and smiled to Clarice, and kept her eyes on her love’s face.
“I hope you don’t have weeks to figure it out.” Clarice made a face, her nose wrinkling up in annoyance. “Hearing your words in his voice is just kind of weird.”
“Yes, to me, too.” She sighed. “Can we go home? I just want to snuggle with you.” Even if that would exacerbate certain issues, ones she was already having.
“Yeah...I’ll take you home. And we’ll snuggle.” She smirked at Illyana. “Even if things might be a little weird and I might have to sleep on the couch.”
Illyana poked her. “NO sleeping on the couch. If anyone does, it will be me.”
“Do you really want to expose Kitty to--- okay that might be funny.” Clarice laughed. It wasn’t even that she wasn’t attracted to Thor’s body(she wasn’t dead after all), but that... well she had him firmly in the place in her mind where sexy times wasn’t supposed to happen. She didn’t want things to be...awkward. And she was pretty sure she was tempted.
Illyana chuckled. “Would it be terrible to sleep in the nude out there?” She smirked evilly. Then sighed. “I feel a lot of cold showers coming on until this is fixed.” Illyana was tempted, damn it.
She nodded, then flashed them home. Kitty didn’t seem to be in, which was a mild relief, and Clarice walked into the kitchen to get them something to drink. “I’ll make popcorn?” She thought that they’d make it. She hoped they’d make it.
“Popcorn sounds good! And ice cream! Ooo, and beer!” Illyana bounced after Clarice, shedding her jacket as was her usual homecoming ritual. When she leaned in behind Clarice, she kissed her neck, then backed off. “Had to.” She nodded.
She shivered. Furry face was something she hadn’t experienced in a long time. She was somewhat pleased to realize she didn’t like it near as much as she liked smooth skin. She turned to look up at Illyana. “Feels weird looking down at me? Our heights aren’t usually so different.”
“It does. I like it when I just look in your eyes.” She smiled softly, resisting the urge to kiss Clarice. Damn it. She would be good. She sighed and fell back a few feet. “Beer and popcorn for real, are needed.”
She leaned up to kiss her on the cheek. “....okay think Thor would kill us if I made you shave? I used to like beards too. You’ve spoiled me.”
It was only a half-lie. She still liked beards.
Illyana opened her mouth to answer, when the phone rang, She eyed it, then smiled and answered, talked a few moments, then hung up. “He says go for it. Shave anything you like.” She grinned, eyebrows waggling.
“God you’re both horrible.” She held out a drink and bowl of popcorn to Illyana, but she was grinning. “Natasha would kill us, then. Besides. Thor without a beard is like a dog without his fur.”
“Bah. She might like it!” Illyana chuckled. “Besides, when I’m back in my body, I can make it grow back.” She chuckled and chomped on the popcorn.
Clarice giggled. “We could shave something lewd into his chest hair.”
Illyana laughed. “Could be fun. Maybe later.” She grinned and stroked Clarice’s arm softly. “Have I mentioned how gorgeous you are?”
“I love you,” she whispered, snuggling into Illyana. “You better come back to me.”
Illyana blinked. “NOt that I’m planning on staying like this, but, ah, I’m right here, Clarice...”
“I know. I just don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t go back to normal.” She paused, then sighed. “It wouldn’t change how I felt about you. But it might take some adjustment at first.”
Illyana nodded, and hugged her close. “I’m sorry, and I hope, very much, that it doesn’t come to that.” She settled back then, sitting a little farther away. She felt tired right then, and a little lonely, and annoyed with this stupid thing.
Chewing her lip, Clarice scooted over and slipped into Illyana’s lap. “This would probably be easier if you didn’t look like my best friend. He’s...I feel weird.”
Illyana blinked. “Clarice, you don’t need to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. I won’t go crazy if we don’t touch or have sex for a night or two. I love you and that won't change if we don't touch like this.” Even if her hands itched to pick Clarice up and press her down and use that thing, so hard now, between her legs.
It pressed up against Clarice, in all it’s size and hardness, in the jeans she was wearing.
“You sure? I know how uncomfortable you have to be.” She stroked Illyana’s face and nuzzled her shoulder. “I’m not even sure how he’d feel about it. I think I’m worried I won’t be able to look him in the eyes again. That was one of the reasons I never slept with him when I had the chance. He’d be okay with it, but me, I wouldn’t. You though.” she poked her in the chest. “I slept with you once and I was hooked.”
“I’m very sure.” Illyana grinned, then,. “He and I, we talked about dos and donts and he told me, when I blushed, that if I wanted to have sex with you like this, I could. If you wanted it.”
Illyana blushed and smiled at her, then poked her back. “I am sure. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight. and give Kitty a scare.” She chuckled.
“Let me think about it?” Clarice was interested, but she wanted to make sure she was okay with it, for all their sakes. She gave Illyana a deeper, hungrier kiss, then pulled away. “And yeah, lets scare the shit out of her.”