The Other Woman
Mar. 10th, 2013 01:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Charissa...
They met the officer's club, where else would he find a woman like her? She was passionate - intense, everything he wanted in a woman. It was easy to forget everything around her, everything about the man he was. She made it easy to turn a deaf ear on Hannibal's warnings about playing dangerous games and to turn a blind eye to the fact that Murdock was pulling away from him.
And it was all gone in an instant, the months together - the plans, the future.
They'd been lying in bed and he teased; "We're going to make such beautiful babies."
She laughed, at first. "How many of those beers have you had?"
"I mean it," and he really did, maybe it was time to settle down... do the family thing. "I'm being serious here."
Apparently she didn't feel the same. At least it sure as hell seemed that way when she walked out and stopped answering his calls and messages.
The second night alone he got a single text reply; "Don't call me again."
Well, that settles that. With a bottle of scotch alone in a dark room.
They met the officer's club, where else would he find a woman like her? She was passionate - intense, everything he wanted in a woman. It was easy to forget everything around her, everything about the man he was. She made it easy to turn a deaf ear on Hannibal's warnings about playing dangerous games and to turn a blind eye to the fact that Murdock was pulling away from him.
And it was all gone in an instant, the months together - the plans, the future.
They'd been lying in bed and he teased; "We're going to make such beautiful babies."
She laughed, at first. "How many of those beers have you had?"
"I mean it," and he really did, maybe it was time to settle down... do the family thing. "I'm being serious here."
Apparently she didn't feel the same. At least it sure as hell seemed that way when she walked out and stopped answering his calls and messages.
The second night alone he got a single text reply; "Don't call me again."
Well, that settles that. With a bottle of scotch alone in a dark room.
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Date: 2013-03-12 03:47 am (UTC)"After you sober up. Promise."
he presses a brief kiss to Face's temple before returning to his mostly cold dinner.
"Eat your Skittles, at least."
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Date: 2013-03-12 03:51 am (UTC)"I will... could always use a taste of the rainbow."
After a long moment, he asks; "Will you stay tonight? I'll be good, I promise."
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Date: 2013-03-12 03:54 am (UTC)"I told ya I wasn't going anywhere and I meant it."
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:06 am (UTC)"Good. I want you right here..."
His arm tightens around Murdock's shoulder, popping another series of Skittles in his mouth.
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:24 am (UTC)He finally sets his empty plate aside, holding Face the way he needs to be held.
It won't always be like this. Not everyone leaves.
Somewhere, Keanu Reeves is yelling at Patrick Swayze, but that could be miles away for all he's paying attention.
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:30 am (UTC)He's far more focused on burying his face in collar of Murdock's shirt and inhaling the scent of aftershave and sweat while trying his damnedest not to kiss and taste him.
He needs, his drunk mind tells him, he needs to be close to someone that'll still be there when he wakes up.
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:41 am (UTC)"Here." He holds out a few more Skittles, as if it'll fix anything.
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:50 am (UTC)He leans close to eat them from his fingers, just like the curried bananas that started things off to where they'd come.
Curried bananas and too-strong beer in a hammock a million years ago when things weren't complicated and he still had it in his head that he could love someone without dealing with who he is.
"Thanks." It's a simple word that means a whole lot more than he'd let on.
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:59 am (UTC)"Any time, buddy."
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Date: 2013-03-12 05:16 am (UTC)But sleep finds him easy enough, wrapped up in a bundle of candy coated scotch and the scent of a pilot he hasn't had so close in what feels like a very long time.
And when the first stirrings of morning show their evil spiky head, his reflex is to squeeze tight at the cuddly shape pressed against him.
"Mmm... morning..."
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Date: 2013-03-12 05:43 am (UTC)As the sun makes itself known, he has no problem with pulling Face closer to him, wrapping his arms around him.
"How're you feeling?"
There's painkillers and water at the ready, should he need them. From its perch on the pillow, the stuffed brown cow Murdock knows Face gave him watches over them both.
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Date: 2013-03-12 05:49 am (UTC)"How drunk was I last night?" He groans, licking sticky off his lips with a dry tongue before reaching past him for the water.
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Date: 2013-03-12 05:51 am (UTC)He reaches out and grabs the toy as Face reaches past. "Brownie just wanted to make sure you were okay."
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Date: 2013-03-12 05:54 am (UTC)"You named her Brownie?"
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Date: 2013-03-12 05:58 am (UTC)"She seemed to like it."
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Date: 2013-03-12 06:02 am (UTC)"I'm sure you're an excellent cow-Daddy." He murmurs, "God knows you're too good to me."
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Date: 2013-03-12 06:06 am (UTC)"How many times have you gotten me through a med change, or a nightmare, or some other crap going on in my head?"
He shakes his head, returning Brownie to the bag from whence she came.
"Ain't any different."
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Date: 2013-03-12 06:11 am (UTC)They slept together, actually honest-to-God slept, not just across a tent or in queen sized hotel beds - just them tangled together with their clothes on.
"It's me," he replies in all seriousness, holding him tighter. "I'm supposed to be your rock, remember?"
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Date: 2013-03-12 06:15 am (UTC)Clearly he has a lot to say about this.
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Date: 2013-03-12 06:19 am (UTC)"I don't think it's possible to think any less of me." He admits, a little too truthfully before rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling.
"But thanks, man. I mean it. You're too good to me."
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Date: 2013-03-12 06:26 am (UTC)They're obviously not getting anywhere by talking about this. He lies down beside Face, pulling him into his arms and kissing him the way he hadn't allowed himself to the night before.
"Get it?"
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Date: 2013-03-12 06:29 am (UTC)"I should brush my teeth... I probably taste like a bar coaster."
Avoiding. It's a good thing.
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Date: 2013-03-12 06:30 am (UTC)"You still taste like Skittles."
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Date: 2013-03-12 06:38 am (UTC)"You do love Skittles..." He murmurs, licking his lips - not yet daring to push his luck.
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Date: 2013-03-12 06:42 am (UTC)It's the closest he can come to saying what he really feels, at least right now. He snakes a hand under the collar of Face's shirt.
"And right now I think I got a promise to keep."
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