Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-04-03 21:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gwen stacy (ghost spider), leon orcot |
Who: Leon and Gwen (with an appearance by Chris)
What: Getting stuck together in every way possible
When: During the tethered plot
Where: Leon's apartment
Rating/Warning: Teenish for some suggestiveness maybe? Mostly G.
Status: Complete
Being stuck with someone was weird enough, and the timing kind of sucked as she was still trying to settle into her new place. But to add her dreams on top of that? Yeah, no thanks. Gwen didn’t need to be waking up in a panic and falling out of bed as she found it impossible to get disentangled from the sheets.
In fact they actually ripped. She got to her feet, felt something behind her and instincts she didn’t know she had kicked in and she jumped up and clung to the wall and ceiling.
Which was fine and good until she realized what she was doing. And that she couldn’t unstick and yep, there she was, hanging in her underwear in the home of a person she barely knew this was great.
“Uh. Leon? Sorry to be uh. Hanging around.”
While Leon usually didn’t have a problem waking up to random girls, he had to admit that this was a pain. Aside from Chris, no one had slept in his bed since Alex had left, and frankly, it felt weird to even consider sleeping next to someone who wasn’t Alex, let alone someone who was a complete stranger. Which was why, after that first night, he had rearranged his bedroom and living room to make it possible for him to sleep in the living room on the hideabed.
It had been a few days, and the whole thing was still a pain in the ass. Leon had always been an early riser, and so far he’d been waking up before Gwen, stuck on his damn couch reading an old Ann Rule paperback without being able to so much as go cook breakfast until she woke up, or even go to see if the morning paper had been delivered.
He heard her moving in the bedroom, and let out a sigh of relief, glad that soon he could do something. But then she’d called his name, and he made his way, hesitantly, into the bedroom.
His first glance around the room showed it to be… empty, which didn’t make sense. He wasn’t sure what drew his eyes to the ceiling, but when he caught sight of her, he gaped. “Get down from there!”
Leon had seemed nice. And he was cute but Gwen wasn’t exactly going to say that out loud. Like ever. She didn’t do too good with cute anybody, if she was entirely honest with herself. Especially when thrown together against her will.
Trying to push her hair out of the way, Gwen exclaimed. “That’s the problem! I can’t! I’m stuck!!”
“How can you be-” Leon started, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Was it too early to start drinking? Maybe, maybe not. He normally kept a bottle of whiskey on the windowsill that was normally next to his bed, at least until he’d moved the bed closer to the living room, for a nightcap or a bit of the hair of the dog for the morning.
“Alright,” Leon said, looking up at her again and trying to ignore just how revealing her underwear were. “What if I just, grabbed onto you and tried to pull you down?” he offered. He’d have to jump to be able to get his arms around her, but it was the only idea that was coming to him immediately.
Gwen really did wish she at least had pants on, but that couldn’t be helped, what with being stuck to the wall and everything. She tried to blow her hair out of her eyes again, deciding she needed to cut it short after this. “We can try? Like I dream I can control this, I climb wall all the time but I can’t make it stop.”
Leon took a deep breath, and then leapt up, and wrapped his arms around Gwen’s stomach.
Grimacing, Gwen tried to push off the wall, and then quickly realized that was only making her more stuck. So she tried to relax, tried to think unsticky thoughts and then the wall peeled and Gwen tumbled down onto Leon, taking some of the wallpaper with her.
For a minute, Leon dangled there like an idiot, and he was just contemplating letting go when Gwen did instead. For about half a second, he was excited at the fact that they managed to get her down, trying to ignore the sound of tearing wallpaper, and then he hit the ground. The release had been too sudden, too unexpected, and he wasn't prepared to land. His legs folded under him and he fell to his back and took a couple moments to swear.
He sat up, only to realize that he still had his arms around Gwen's bare midriff, and that she was sitting in his lap. He quickly pulled his hands from her and put them at his side, stared up at the now bare area of the wall she'd been stuck to, and tried very hard to think unsexy thoughts. Like how much time it was going to take to rewallpaper that wall. “You uh, mind getting off?” he grumbled, the heat rising to his cheeks.
“Ow,” Gwen grumbled, checking her head and then looking down at Leon for a moment before her mind caught up to the situation and she realized just how inappropriate this was.
And then, because Gwen’s brain was simply Like That(™), she opened her mouth and said. “Great choice in words, Leon.”
Leon’s face took on a distinctly crimson shade. “Shaddup,” he muttered, and then, deciding that he was done shirtlessly canoodling with the woman he was tied to, rolled so he could dump her off his lap and stand up.
The problem was that he didn’t realize that she didn’t get dumped off of him until he tried to climb to his feet. He stumbled and fell forward, managing to prevent crushing her by catching himself with his arms. “Seriously?” he exclaimed.
“I’m sorry!” Gwen’s voice rose several pitches as she tried to let go of Leon without tearing off his skin or hair, which would be only mildly worse than her embarrassment.
How she did this with ease in her dreams was currently beyond her, and she started to mumble, “Think unsticky, think unsticky, thinky unsticky.”
Sheepishly, she gave him a smile. “At least no one has walked in on us like this?”
“Don’t say that,” Leon grumbled. Indeed, he could start to hear Chris moving around in his bedroom, which just made his desperation to get out of this mess even deeper. He wondered what Chris would think if he saw them like this. He was almost tempted to grab Gwen’s hands and peel them off of him, except then he remembered what happened to the wall and decided against it. Goddammit, he needed a cigarette.
Supporting himself with one arm and using the other to support Gwen’s ass, Leon managed to awkwardly pull himself to his feet and then let go so she could stand in front of him. “The hell is going on in your dreams anyway?” he demanded.
Once she had her feet arranged a little better and wasn’t clinging to him like they were much more intimate than she was comfortable with a near stranger, Gwen again focused on being not … sticky. “I got bit by a radioactive spider and gained the proportional speed, strength and agility of one. I mean, I was always pretty agile, I did ballet. But like… it came with being able to climb walls and I don’t know how to unstick myself like I do in my dreams.”
“You got… isn’t that how-” Leon started, and then cut himself off. ‘Radioactive spider’ and ‘does whatever a spider can’ was absolutely the origin story of Spiderman. Every blue-blooded American knew that even if they didn’t especially like comic books (and, well, Leon had watched Saturday Morning cartoons like the rest of the kids when he was growing up). Gwen obviously wasn’t Peter Parker, but it seemed like a weird coincidence.
He forced his mind away from whatever unnerving meaning that carried, and tried to focus more on the task at hand. “Man, I never thought I’d complain about the day when a half-naked hot chick was all over me,” Leon grumbled to himself. “You think water or something would help make everything less… sticky?”
“Do you really want to make me wet?” Gwen asked, okay maybe just a little pleased he’d called her hot. What? She was vain enough to like being called hot by a cute guy, despite the circumstances. Would still rather have gotten to know someone better before something like this, but it couldn’t be helped.
Realizing what she’d said, she hastily added. “That came out wrong.”
Leon flushed again. Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts, he repeated mentally to himself, at the same time that he snapped “If you’ve got a better idea, I’m all ears.” If he sounded angrier than he was, it was mostly because anger was a good way to cover up things like embarrassment.
Either way, being soaking wet while attached to a guy would make this more embarrassing, so Gwen chewed on her lip as she tried to figure out exactly how to extricate herself from this mess. “I’m gonna try something…”
She forced herself to relax, all but going limp against him. Maybe if she had something to calm herself down. “Since I can’t reach my phone, can you play something with like, a good drum beat? It helps me focus.”
Leon frowned. His own phone was back out in the living room where he’d left it charging next to the couch. But it sure sounded better than getting in the shower with her.
“Alright,” he said, and supporting her limp weight, he walked the few feet out into the living room so he could get his phone.
Unfortunately, as he feared, Chris was there, staring at them.
Is she your new girlfriend? Chris asked Leon, his voice sounding in Leon’s head where only he could hear it.
“No she’s not,” Leon snapped, and then took a breath. “She’s just a friend. A friend who really likes hugs,” Leon said, and then actually hugged Gwen as if that somehow proved his point. A friend who really liked hugs, wearing only her underwear, while Leon was wearing only a pair of pyjama pants. He hoped Chris was still young and naive enough to believe that kind of thing. As an afterthought, he added “Don’t tell Miss Poppins about this though.”
The last thing he needed was a call from her. While she seemed great with kids, she scared Leon a little bit, and he had the feeling she would Not Approve of whatever Chris told her.
Don’t tell Miss Poppins what? That you were hugging your friend? Chris asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Just… just go make yourself a bowl of cereal or something and watch your cartoons,” Leon answered, glad for the first time that Chris hadn’t spoken out loud in over a year and was unlikely to go telling anyone about this.
He grabbed his phone from the end table, and after quickly looking through it, decided to throw on a Judas Priest drumtrack.
Gwen had the feeling like she was only getting half the conversation, but it was enough for her to figure it out. She gave Chris a sheepish smile, unable to actually wave at him the way she would have normally. “Yeah. I … really like hugs. I’m a hugger. Super hugs!”
Oh god just strike her down.
The grumtrack helped though, even if she knew a lot of people wouldn’t understand. But drumming was a big part of her life. Music, the pulse of it in her heart and in her veins.
And then, miraculously, she stumbled back from Leon, hit the couch, and flipped onto it. She thrust up all four limbs in triumph, “I’M FREE!”
Immediately, Leon patted his back for any missing skin, and then let out a sigh of relief when he realized all of his skin was still in tact. Chris, from where he was standing in the kitchen, giggled a little at Gwen’s reaction, which made Leon smile in return. Chris hadn’t smiled much since Alex’s arrest, and even less after Alex left them. It was good to see that he could still do it.
“Let’s agree to never do that again,” Leon said.
“I’m going to spend the next week practicing,” Gwen assured him. Now that the immediate problem was over, she was starting to feel excited. If she got stuck here that meant she could wall-crawl, like in her dreams! Gwen let out a woop and did an in place back flip, miraculously landing without hurting herself or anything else.
Chris stared from where he was standing in the kitchen, his mouth hanging open, before he came back to himself and started clapping.
Leon tried not to look too put out that she’d impressed Chris so much. Chris had never clapped for Leon before. “Yeah, well,” Leon grumbled, “Keep it outside until whatever this is is over.”
“Right,” Gwen said, embarrassed. “I’m going to… “ She gestured towards the bedroom and started to inch towards it. “Change. And then. Do the breakfast thing. And maybe we can just say this never happened.”
For half a second, Leon had nearly forgotten the whole embarrassing incident with his definitely-not-jealousy at her backflip, but when she brought it up again he flushed. “Deal,” Leon agreed. “We’ll never talk about this again. Ever.”