Elaine Mallory [The Dresden Files] (finessing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-27 18:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anya corazon (spider-girl), elaine mallory, harry dresden |
WHO: Harry, Elaine, Cora
WHAT: Morning after the kryptonite before
WHEN: backdated (see above)!
WHERE: The Mallory-Dresden residence
WARNINGS: Brief allusions to sex
The night had been a strange one, when when Harry rose, he started coffee soonest, wondering if the crazy would keep going for awhile. After filling Mister’s and Mouse’s bowls, he padded out to start breakfast too, then get the morning paper for Elaine, and settled in the kitchen, watching the food, and hoping the morning would bring peace and quiet for them all.
Elaine drifted awake, though she resisted the idea of actually getting up at first. Being on one’s guard against magical mishaps was tiring work. Finally, she could smell breakfast cooking, and rolled out of bed and padded to the kitchen, pulling a robe for modesty’s sake. Cora was home now, after all.
Harry smiled out at her as he turned from cooking bacon and eggs, and waved. “You waking up, sleeping beauty? “ He grinned at her and moved to snatch a kiss and a quick grope before going back to cooking. “How’d you sleep?”
Elaine hummed sleepily into the kiss, and ran her fingers through her hair as Harry went back to the stove. "Good, " she said, "I dreamed about sex in the hammock out back. I think I came in my sleep."
Harry groaned, and whimpered. “We should see about making that happen in real life sometime soon, yes?” He kissed her slow and long this time, then smirked and groped her butt when she came close.
The food was cooking along, almost done.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, just before their lips met. The longer he kissed her, the closer she came, wrapping her arms around his waist and fondling his chest as she let him have some of his attention back for cooking. If the food wasn’t so close to being ready, she might have hauled him to the other side of the room, and climbed up on the breakfast bar for a quickie before Cora emerged from her room…
But no sooner had the thought formed in her mind than Cora appeared around the corner, slapping a hand over her eyes and going, Ew! Mom! before retreating back from whence she had come. I can’t know that!
Harry blinked, then looked between them as he pulled back after the kiss. “Know what? What did you…” And then he realized… she had not spoken aloud. Mister ambled in, nudging his leg, and he glanced down, but Mister showed no sign of superstrength with which he had knocked Harry down the previous day. Something like worry and resignation, anger and hope, all flitted across his mind at once, be fore he smiled at his daughter.
“So… telepathy, huh?”
Cora only realized that she hadn’t spoken aloud because her mouth was still hanging open when her father spoke to her. She had to shut it again to actually make words. She peered around the corner again, and looked back and forth between both of her parents--relieved that they were not actually naked on the counter. The image had been scary vivid. “It’s still here?”
She smiled--then pulled up the shields that Nate had shown her. Wait until he heard!
Harry chuckled and glanced at Elaine. This was going to be very interesting. “Seems like, for you. Mister seems normal again.” He knelt to scritch behind Mister’s ears. “Are you okay? No side effects?”
Elaine arched her brows, her face flushed with mild embarrassment at what she guessed that Cora had picked up on. Apparently, personal shields were going to come in handy for more than just keeping the small appliances in working order.
Cora edged a little closer, wavering back and forth over the line between the living room carpet and the hardwood of the kitchen and dining room, until Elaine waved her closer. Then the girl--not so little anymore--flung herself into her mother’s arms. “I don’t feel any different,” she said, “It’s just really noisy, like the section of the store with all the TVs turned on. I think my side effects were mostly affecting other people.”
This time it was Elaine’s turn to glance at Harry, over their daughter’s head. It wouldn’t be long until she couldn’t actually see over Cora’s head anymore. “Your aura looks okay to me. If it was Cora making our powers all squirrely, it doesn’t seem to be happening anymore.”
“Yeah, and yours too. I think that part must have gone with the strangeness event.” He blew out a long breath. “Which means this may be permanent. How do you feel about that?” Note to self, work on veils and shields more, with everyone. And if you hear me kiddo, I love you, and mean you too.
Wah-wah-wah whah wah-wah said Cora, smirking at him over her shoulder as she imitated the off-screen adults from Charlie Brown. Out loud, she said, “I think I’m okay with it.” And somewhere, deep down, she was more than okay with it. Because...Nate.
Harry smiled and reached out, hugging both of them close. “Well, then, we’ll deal with it. And ask Emma Frost if he has any advice.” He nodded.
Elaine hugged her family, kissing Cora's head and Harry's cheek. She talked to Emma fairly often, so that would be no great chore. "You know the house rules, and how they apply to magic. I know you'll do your best to uphold them." Whether she meant Harry, or Cora, that was anybody's guess.
Harry grinned and hugged them both, then kissed Cora’s cheek as well. “Somehow, there is always more excitement for us. But I’m not objecting…”
"Much," Cora sassed, hugging them both. "I should tell Nate, if he doesn't already know. But I'll wait until after breakfast."
“That’s a good idea. Maybe he could help also.” Harry exchanged a glance with Elaine. This would undoubtedly draw the two together more, for good or ill, but that ship seemed to be sailing anyway. He wasn’t sure how he really felt about that, himself, and he needed to talk to Elaine again, he was pretty sure.
Harry dished food out and set out silverware. “Everyone should eat anyway, before more decisions are made. Harry’s Laws, number 34: When dinner comes to the table, serious discussion is tabled.” He nodded.
Elaine nodded, giving Cora a pat and shooing her to the table. “Thinking and decisions both work better on a full tank,” she agreed. “Thank you for cooking for us, Harry.” They would have a lot to talk about, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a meal before the world went crazy again.
At least, she hoped the world wouldn’t go crazy until after breakfast.