Neena Thurman pours drinks, kicks ass. (fallsinplace) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-12-04 11:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, nathan summers (cable), neena thurman (domino) |
Who: Nathan and Neena
What: Post-coital fun and Dreams ahoy!
Where: Nathan’s place
When: Black Friday morning
Status: complete
Rating: R for mentions of violence, sex, and abuse
Nate had a way of tiring Neena out that nobody else could really compete with. He was a thorough and enthusiastic lover, which Neena appreciated on a variety of levels. She slept like the dead next to him, which surprised her a great deal.
Tonight, though, she found her sleep interrupted. There were a series of dreams, brilliant and shining with the kind of truth that she thought religious people felt in their houses of worship. It was like someone looked inside her soul and saw what was really there.
She woke up with a start, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. The last time she’d seen Milo alive was more than a decade ago. Seeing some other version of him in her dreams was disturbing, to say the least.
Nathan woke when she did, and saty up, blinking, one hand reaching for a gun before realizing the danger was not there. It moved to her shoulder instead. “Nightmare?” His voice was rough with sleep, but aware and intent.
He had experienced his share of those, and he knew they could shake you, a lot. Not a fun thing.
Neena nodded, shivering a little. “More than a fucking regular dream.” She groped for the light, then for the bottle of whiskey she’d brought. “It was like someone shone a laser on my brain. Just cut right through me.” She took a healthy swig off the bottle, coughing after some of it went down the wrong pipe.
Nathan sat up straighter at her words. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he nodded, listening. “Sounds pretty shitty, and pretty intense. Want some coffee and to talk about it?” He would offer, even if he sucked at these things. Neena was becoming something of a friend with benefits, something it had been a long time since he had last had.
He wanted to make sure she was okay.
“I’m not big on sharing my feelings,” Neena said, rubbing her face with her free hand. She was pale, shaking just a little. The pain and suffering were so real her knuckles hurt and her face ached. “Fuck.” She said, shaking her head. “I didn’t know it would be like this.”
“Nor’m I. But sometimes you can’t do much but talk. Option’s there if you want it.” Nathan nodded as he rose, and he gently massaged her shoulders, thumbs and fingers working the tight muscles of her neck and upper back as he listened.
“Pretty crazy dream then, eh?”
Neena groaned, slumping under his strong fingers. His rough hands felt good against her skin. “I was a kid in the dream. At first. Someone tattooed a big ass circle around my eye. Then I was sent to live with a priest.” she looked down at her knuckles, swearing when she saw they were bloody and swollen. “fuck, look at this.”she held up a hand to show Nate.
Nathan winced. “Where the hell did… did that come from your dream?” He swore. “I have antiseptics and bandages in the bathroom, and some good drugs for pain, if you need them.” He didn’t like the look of those knuckles.
“Sounds like your dream is putting you through the wringer, in more ways than one. I’ve never heard of a dream that can do that.” He felt a little battered now himself, and worried.
“Nobody’s told you about the freaky dreams yet?” Neena asked, tentatively touching her battered knuckles. “I don’t know if you’ll have them, but people on the network talk about them a lot so I guess there’s some kind of thing about joining it? I dunno.”
“Not yet, though I think, now, that some hints and references to things are making sense, if they were about the same thing.” He shook his head. The dreams sounded like bullshit, but Neena had never been the type, which meant there was some reality,
“I hope not. But, if so, I’ll deal with it. For now, it’s your turn. What exactly were they about?” Other than what she had said, he meant.
Neena blew out a breath and rubbed her eyes. “Fuck, I don’t know how to explain. I was a kid. I started out as a science experiment, then broke loose and got raised by a priest. Eventually I ran away and went to some country and fought for money. Then I joined the NSA,” and met Milo. God, there wasn’t enough vodka in the world to help her deal with the reality of hearing his voice again. She ached for her late husband. She didn’t think about him if she could help it, but when she did the gnawing feeling that she was truly alone and would be forever was strong.
Nathan winced. “Huh. Sounds about like the real world, but with a bit of Mexican telenovela thrown in. That sucks.” He shook his head, rising, and rubbing her shoulders in a careful massage. Seemed like she needed it.
“So… these events in these dreams feel real, even now?”
Neena was tense under his fingers, but she relaxed by degrees as he worked. “Yeah, they feel real. There’s some stuff that mirrors my life in ‘em.” Which was as close as she wanted to get to the deep down truth that was eating away at her.
Nathan worked on her shoulders and neck, eyes closed as he listened. “Sounds like it really affected you. I’m sorry. Neena.” He paused, thinking.
“Want a drink, and to watch some really bad television, or to spar?”
“Spar? With a giant like you? I might as well fight the Chrysler building.” She snorted, turning to face Nate. What did she need to get her through this? The same thing that she always buried herself in when things got real. She dragged Nate”s head toward hers, kissing him once he was in range. At first her kiss was shaky, but it evened out and got stronger the longer it went on.
Nathan made a sound of surprise, but he wasn’t going to argue. This was for her, and while he would damn well enjoy it, he would make sure she would too. He growled into the kiss, hands rising to pinch her nipples and gropes her breasts as he shifted closer. He had no problem getting aroused, even with the subject matter. He had long ago learned to take pleasure wherever and whenever he could.
She loved to have her breasts played with and rewarded Nate with a low, pleased growl. It didn’t take much effort to climb into his lap, a leg on either side of his. The kiss broke and Neena was breathless but she didn’t let that stop her. “I’m gonna wear you out if it kills me.” At the moment she couldn’t think of a more pleasant way to go.
Nathan smirked and kissed her harder, then let it break, laughing. “You can try. Now, c’mere.” He wrestled her flat to the bed, then flipped them, to pull her on top. “Fuck me, you wild woman.” His eye danced with a smirk, a challenge, and lust. And his cock was hard as a rock.