Los Angeles - The First Touch/Like A Virgin Mix

[notjustaface]

 They almost died in Mexico. Again.

If it wasn't for a hell of a lot of luck, a plan that came together, and Murdock's ability to not get everyone killed landing an enemy helicopter at base they wouldn't have been "almost".

It's not the first time that's happened... not even the first time this year. But, it's the first time since Borneo, at least.

Face wasn't shocked when Hannibal shoved a set of keys in his hand - or told him to take the weekend and get a shower and sleep in real bed before reporting back to base. They earned a little R&R. He's not even particularly shocked when Murdock climbs in the jeep with him. It's not like they've got much of anyone else to get into trouble with, and things have been pretty much all right since the incident he's "forgotten". He is, however, a little surprised at the energy vibrating the small hotel room when they walk inside.

Double occupancy, second floor next to the ice machine and overlooking the pool.

Before the door even hammers shut behind them, he's dropped his rucksack on one of the queen beds and is peeling off his dirty green t-shirt on the way to the blessed shower.

Comments

[notthatcrazy]

They really should at least get cleaned up, but he's afraid some kind of spell will be broken if he moves.

"Had a good guide."

[notjustaface]

"Have," he corrects with a cocky smile; "I'll teach you all the tricks, soon enough you'll be fighting 'em off you."

He chuckles under his breath and slowly lets his body relax under the comforting weight on top of him.

[notthatcrazy]

He manages a chuckle at the comment, but his heart's not really in it. He eases away gently, reaching down for the long-forgotten towel.

"Yeah... sure."

[notjustaface]

Face rolls toward him, pushing himself close.

He murmurs; "Hey... I mean it. Get yourself a little confidence and some education..." He trails his fingers over Murdock's hip; "You can have anyone you want."

[notthatcrazy]

He shakes his head as he gently cleans them both up.

"Not that I'm doubting your expertise, but that's really not my deal."

... and what else is he going to say? That the only one he wants is the one he can't have? That's some daytime drama level pining there.

[notjustaface]

His eyes close with a blissful smile as the towel wipes away the evidence of their moment, enjoying the teasing tickle of thin terrycloth.

"Mmm, it could be," he groans with an easy laugh, leaning up to brush a kiss against his temple. "Just set your sights on what you want and go for it."

He doesn't pause before changing the subject; "I'm starving... you want a pizza or something?"

[notthatcrazy]

He seizes on the subject change gratefully. "Hell yes."

It's hard to feel anxious when that smile appears - the real one, not the well-practiced one he puts on when he's trying to scam someone out of something. The one he sees all too rarely.

"Could go for some ice cream after," he teases.

[notjustaface]

He cocks an eyebrow, curling his toes experimentally - still moving.

"That means one of us has to put on pants..." he groans, stretching his back with a subtle arch.

"I guess I can play nice guy and go for ice cream - but you're buying."

[notthatcrazy]

"Need pants for pizza too. Unless you're plannin' on giving the delivery guy a show."

Frankly, he wouldn't be surprised.

"Sure, sounds good."

[notjustaface]

Wouldn't be the first time...

Slowly, but surely, he manages to remove himself from Murdock's side and dig a pair of jeans out of his bag - tugging them on without shorts or a shirt before adding a pair of battered flip flops.

He packs light for R and R.

"What's your flavor of the moment?"

[notthatcrazy]

He lies back, considering the question like they hadn't been discussing it not half an hour ago. He's also to watch Face with obvious approval in his eyes. As nice as it is to see the whole picture, the man looks damn good in jeans.

"Rocky Road sounds pretty good."