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skipped3rdgrade ([info]skipped3rdgrade) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-29 11:30:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 13, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: forest, location: gym, open

Day 13: 11AM, Woods near the Gym
Who: Lexie Grey, Dean Winchester, OTA
When: Day 13, 8AM
Where: The Forest near the gym
Rating: TBD

Status: Complete

Rolling over on her cot Lexie reflexively tugged up the top of her blanket expecting to feel the breeze on her face at any moment courtesy of the fractured ceiling. She also expected the feeling of the sunshine beating on the backs of her eyelids or the feeling of dew on the exposed bit of canvas beneath her bare feet. Hell, she'd really been ready to feel the twinge in her shoulder as her body weight moved and manipulated the seperation between tendons and bones. No pain came. Lexie's eyes snapped open, half expecting to find herself locked up some place, or without an arm, or without any light at all. Instead, she was in the gym. A gym that was quiet and dark and <i>whole</i> The sun hadn't been up for long at all; and it looked like everyone else was still quite asleep. But, they were all there.

Lexie rolled her shoulder, playing with her range of motion. She could hardly keep quiet as she pulled off the sling and threw it on the floor. She wanted to burn the damned thing. She wanted to burn the whole damned place down! With bare feet she hurried between the rows of cots, down the hallway that was so very familiar and arrived at her room. Her un mistakable room. Dean's flowers were still sitting on the window sill, the cot with the extra padding of cushions was still quite right with the shelves as they should have been, too. Lexie actually gasped. It was all, alright. She knew she hadn't have dreamed all of that; but, yet it all seemed surreal with everything put back in it's place. 

Running at full speed back to her cot she pulled on her sneakers. She wouldn't be spending one more minute in this gym. No, she had to get out and breathe. She had to see if everything had been restored. <i>Everything.</i>

Popping out the double doors she was greeted with righted trees and pristine pavement. With facades she knew so well and a serenity that only accompanied early morning. Sure, the sky was dark; but, what did it matter? Everything had been fixed. Everything was OK. She was OK. She didn't know how, but she was!

Lexie started to run, the blood on her scrubs non-existant, it being the only trace that she'd ever been injured at all. There was the pharmacy and the thrift shop. The Theater and the clock tower. Everything seemed to be back. Less than a run now, Lexie was dancing. She veered off, into the woods, coming around full circle with flushed cheeks. With a thunderclap the sky opened up and raindrops thick and heavy started to pelt her. Lexie stopped, looking up at the sky, laughing. 

"Is that it?! A thunderstorm?" She taunted. There was laughter in her voice, genuine, real laughter. 


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[info]hellsboy
2009-07-01 06:03 pm UTC (link)
Was she purring at him? Was that what he was hearing as she spoke so softly with her lips brushing along his jaw. His brows shot up in his own expression of surprise, missed by her as he recovered before she leaned back to look around. "If this is the worst in you, I don't think I want to see the best," he muttered without really thinking about it before he spoke.

The brain to mouth filter had disappeared for him briefly as his thoughts suddenly turned to cute little kitty cats and old ladies with no teeth and shopping carts full of groceries and... Anything to keep this game innocent. Well as innocent as could be with its overtones reminiscent of the pharmacy encounter. Er as innocent as her sitting on his lap the way she was, so close. When she was looking at him again, she might have caught a brief glimpse of his concentration before he was smiling mischievously again.

He sat still for her to mess with his hair. For one it felt nice to have her hands in his hair. Call it a muddy scalp massage. Plus there was no sense in trying to stop her because it wasn't like his hair wasn't full of mud already. He was full of mud at this point. He wished he had a mirror to see the outcome though once she was finished and smirking at her handiwork. "Were you a personal stylist in your free time or what? Promise to do my hair for me every morning?" He grinned, his cheeks beginning to feel the affects of having smiled so hard and so frequently in the past along with the lasting soreness from yesterday's teeth writing trick. He wasn't about to stop though.

"Oh very bad things," he qualified for her when she coyly blinked and questioned him. He nodded very seriously. "If you really are as innocent as you sound like you think you are, I could, you know, show you." He gave her a look as if daring her to turn him down. Or was he daring her to accept?

He laughed with her as she jumped. She wasn't making this easy for him. He didn't really want it to be easy anyway. "Maybe you won the battle, but you haven't won the war. Nobody beats Dean Winchester." He was about to poke her again when she slid forward on his lap, her warm, wet body flush against him now. Okay. Maybe somebody could beat Dean Winchester. Maybe Lexie could because tickling was forgotten now for the moment.

"You're asking for trouble and you know it, Dr. Grey," he said lightly with a twinkle in his eyes. If this was just about upping the ante, he was more than happy to oblige. After brushing the mud from his fingers onto his pants, he gently ran a finger along the center of her lips down over her chin to her throat, slowly so slowly grazing the skin until his finger reached the top of her scrubs and stopped. "No, tickling you is not all I want to do."

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[info]skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-01 06:28 pm UTC (link)
Well, look at that, Lexie Grey was blushing again. Who knows how long her cheeks had decided that they didn't want to play along with her game of coy and innocent and above reproach; but, at some point they'd flushed beyond that of tickling and wrestling and running. Perhaps it was when he'd said he didn't want to see her at her best. It was an odd way to phrase appreciation, wasn't it? There was a flash of mischief making that ran across his features, maybe that had something to do with the blush as well.

Oh, no, what had done in Lexie's attempts at not blushing had been his offer to show her. Did he realize the fire that he was playing with here? Did she? "I couldn't dare volunteer to be corrupted." Had she managed to say that with a straight face? No, not quite. Give her an E for effort, though.

Was it just about upping the ante? Of course not; not in that little quiet part of the back of her mind where Lexie Grey ignored her growing infatuation with Dean. That not so quiet bit of drive that tingled at the base of her spine reminding her how much she would adore for him to slide his fingertips there. Or the way her very breathe felt like it wasn't cooperating as it seemed like she kept forgetting to do it. Breathing was an automatic function. A girl with a photographic memory was not supposed to be able to forget to do it. Yet, each time she inhaled it felt like she had to remind herself to do so.

When he'd said she was asking for trouble she could only manage a smile in return. She knew she was playing with fire. Maybe more fire than Dean even realized. It was pretty clear that he wasn't going to back down, his next action made that explicitly clear. That fingertip of his traced from her lip, which abruptly parted; down her throat, which flushed, and settled at that sweet spot where clavicle and throat met. There was a barrier there, that water logged bit of fabric that did little to conceal the way her body was reacting him as flesh managed goosebumps of anticipation and her breath came in what felt like an overly quick fashion.

"No?" She questioned, because at this point, tickling wasn't all that Lexie Grey wanted to do, either. Her arms withdrew from around his shoulders, hands coming forward to cup his face in a gesture that was probably a bit too intimate for the game that they had been playing back and forth. She leaned up on her knees, coming out of contact with his lap for a moment as she pressed her lips to his in a kiss that said nothing short of 'prove it.'

Maybe Lexie wasn't playing anymore.

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