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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]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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