The Major is so done with your shit. (origami_cranes) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-08 21:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, canaan, motoko kusanagi |
... This isn't a problem that requires medical study.
Who: Motoko and Canaan
What: Dates and trying to convince Canaan to speak to Mayuri
When: 8/3
Where: A nice place
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Motoko needed to convince Canaan to see her cousin. So she dressed up in a revealing, clingy dress. She enjoyed the look of herself in the mirror, and with only a little bit of makeup headed out to pick Canaan up for their date. It was just to butter her up, really. That’s all. There wasn’t any other reason to dress up and be excited about seeing Canaan outside of a ‘getting shot at’ environment.
She wasn’t sure Canaan had ever been on a real date in her life.
So very unprepared for a 'real' date was Canaan that she'd actually spent two entire days researching what to wear, talk about, and do while she was on one. She was excited to get to try something new and have real fun, but she was also somewhat nauseous. She attributed the feeling to worry.
After all, the last time they'd been together the world had gone all wrong, and then she'd spent time in a hospital. It was clear that Motoko was more strong than her. She didn't know what to feel about that, but it didn't stop her from buying a nice dark red dress to wear and putting some makeup on.
She almost felt feminine when she came down to meet the other woman.
Standing outside the car, Motoko watched Canaan approach with something approaching aroused trepidation. It wasn't a feeling she was accustomed to. The trepidation, anyway. Canaan was beautiful, and Motoko felt something inside her do flips. She ran a quick diagnostic, but nothing was wrong.
The grip on Canaan's purse weakened a bit as the woman took in the sight of Motoko. She didn't have any internal diagnostics to run, but she could register that the dress was having a profound affect on her, in a way that she wasn't used to. She'd already been thrown off-balance by her recent difficulties, now she wanted to turn around and walk back inside.
The woman hadn't run away from anything in her life, however, so her feet marched forward. She'd had to practice walking in heels for hours in order to not stumble immediately.
It would probably be a useful skill for her profession some day. Motoko opened the door for Canaan, and rested a hand on her back to help her in. Her voice was low. "That suits you."
It was like they were ladies, and Motoko wasn't sure what to do with herself. It wasn't like a sting or a stake-out, where she could pretend to be some high class woman.
As helpful as it might be later, at the moment Canaan mainly felt extremely exposed and awkward. She didn't know what to do with herself, either, and felt like Motoko was this elegant creature who shouldn't really be in the same car with her.
Exploring new territory was really somewhat frightening. She clutched onto the purse in her hands (and the comforting gun inside of it), and buckled her seatbelt. The complement made her skin feel hot. She hoped Motoko would blast the air conditioning, "You... Look very nice."
It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other naked before. But that was just release. This was different. Motoko momentarily forgot about the whole thing with Mayuri. She still had to butter Canaan up, but she was going to enjoy the hell out of it. "Thanks. You're gorgeous."
"I don't really know what to do with myself in clothing like this," Canaan finally admitted in reply. She glanced over at Motoko, "You look like you aren't bothered by all of this at all. You look like that dress was made for you and you alone to wear."
Motoko discovered that this body was capable of blushing. She ducked her head a little as she slid into the car. “Hope you’re hungry.” She reached over to rub at Canaan’s knee, before putting the car into gear. “It’s a little confining but I’ve gotten into firefights in worse.”
"I am. I have been very busy today, there wasn't much time to eat." Canaan nodded. Motoko's paler skin made the blushing stand out more than usual. It really looked very... fetching. She grinned a bit, "I should complement you more often."
"You must be starving then." Motoko was glad it wasn't far to the restaurant. She did turn the air conditioning up a little bit more than necessary. "We'll have to make sure you're... sated."
"I'm sure you'll tend to that after we're done eating," Canaan replied, with a bit of a smirk. She loved these little double entendres of Motoko's. It was a way of speaking that she'd never picked up herself. She wasn't sure she had the wit for it. Siam hadn't brought her up to trade one liners with people.
She glanced out the window as they drove, silently praying for the umpteenth time that nothing went wrong tonight.
“If you don’t want to shoot me after I tell you something,” Motoko muttered, just loud enough for Canaan to hear. She was still worried that Canaan would be pissed at the suggestion, but it was for her own good. Motoko had been worrying sick.
"Are you breaking up with me?" Canaan asked.
It was a silly question, because they weren't even a thing that could be broken up yet, and was probably as close to making a joke as she got.
“I’m... what?” She looked at Canaan, then laughed. “You’re joking. You made a joke. Wow. I didn’t know you had it in you, Canaan! No... Well remember that cousin I told you about? I arranged a meeting, in a neutral, office location. I wanted to butter you up first.”
Canaan's hands instantly dug into her knees, and her body tensed up, "The one that made you... you?"
“Yes.” She nodded her head as she pulled into the parking lot. “I want you to meet him first. I understand that you don’t want any tests, or poking or prodding. But at least speak with him. And try to ignore how creepy he is, it’s nothing personal.”
"I don't..." Canaan frowned, and shook her head. Her fear of doctors and needles was, she felt, somewhat irrational. She'd never had a bad experience with them, but she'd hardly ever had to deal with modern medicine, either. She'd been very glad that she'd passed out before they'd put the needles into her arms the last time she went to the hospital.
"... This isn't a problem that requires medical study."
“But he might have some answers for you,” Motoko said, pulling into a spot and putting the car into park. She turned towards Canaan. “The man saved my life. I wouldn’t be here without him. I think he can be trusted.”
"It isn't about trust, Motoko," Canaan replied, with a frown. She turned her head to look the other woman in the eye, "It's about weakness."
Motoko’s lips turned down, as she processed what Canaan was saying. She didn’t talk for a moment, then she replied ,”Yeah? Your weakness, you mean? You’re not weak, Canaan. You’re changing.”
"Changing. Yes. Into something that can't... see colors or hear sounds. How do I aim like that? How do I live my life? You don't need protecting, but others did. How do I do that? Or do my job?"
Canaan's fingers dug into her knees, "I have to make my peace with this somehow. It would be better if we were the only ones that knew."
"What if he could make a way so you could see, or aim?" Motoko said, voice soft and insistent. It began to grow desperate with urgency. "What if there was a way this could be a gift and not a curse? What do you see right now, Canaan?"
"I see you, but it comes and goes. Yesterday I was looking at the sparkles on something and the scene shifted. The colors changed. I looked over a contract and for a brief moment the words were rivers and pathways of colored words. The important ones were orange." Canaan frowned, and shook her head, "It's hard to explain."
It was giving her very bad headaches sometimes, but she didn't want to mention that. Motoko seemed worried enough. So worried that Canaan was almost certain she'd have to give in.
“Do you have any idea what the colors mean?” She thought not, but she found herself asking anyway. Out of concern, and curiosity. “I sometime see things as lines of code and data but that’s just my cyberbrain processing things.”
Canaan shook her head, "The dreams aren't as helpful with this as I'd like. Some colors relate immediately, but..."
She sighed, "In my dreams, everything is different. What I see, the way I see, or hear, it's everything all at once, and it's better, but also worse. More controlled, but it never seems to go away."
She nodded her head. She was suddenly less hungry for food and more hungry for Canaan. To help her feel normal again. She still intended to drag her if necessary to talk to Mayuri, but she wanted most of all to make her feel better. “Control is good. Going away, isn’t as good.”
"I find it's normal, there. I'm the only one completely like me, but for me, it's normal," Canaan muttered. She shook her head, and grabbed her purse, "I'm starving. I know you have no need to eat, but I do."
“Well I’d like to devour you, but yes, we should eat.” She got out of the car and walked around to the other side, opening the door for Canaan. Her dress clung to her body like a second skin, and Motoko felt that odd nervousness again.
"You can devour me for dessert," Canaan promised. She slid out of the car, careful not to fall off of her heels or otherwise disgrace herself in front of Motoko. That was hard, because now that they were breaking away from the familiar conversation and back into date mode, the butterflies in her stomach were rising again.
Motoko was nothing at all like Maria, but for some reason, it was the same kind of feeling. A sort of excitement to be around the woman and spend time with her, mixed with anxiousness she couldn't quite put a finger on the cause of.
Every part of Motoko’s cyber body was screaming to pull Canaan close and kiss her. She shut those down, bit by bit, until she was only left with an aching, hollow feeling. Not being human, not having those emotions or those needs - for three whole seconds she knew what that felt like. She hated it.
Like a switch flicked on, she pulled Canaan against her and gave her a searing, hungry kiss.
The kiss restored the natural order of things, which was good, because Canaan liked the natural order of things. She as hungry for this kiss as she'd been for the dinner they'd planned, and her own kiss reflected that.
Motoko broke the kiss after several long moments, and pressed her head against Canaan’s forehead. Her voice was thick with desire. “Eat you, you’ll need your energy. I’ll take every little bit of it tonight.”