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notjustaface) wrote2013-04-22 09:23 pm
notjustaface) wrote2013-04-22 09:23 pm
Day 3: I Love It When A Wedding (and a plan) Comes Together
There was no doubt about it, Mel/Mia was definitely in on the gig, between the gun and fake documents stored in her cabin and a key to what could only be a storage locker they had more than enough evidence to take her down hard.
Problem was, she didn't strike either of them as the leader of the operation - she was sweet, pretty, just the sort of con Face was the master of. Which usually meant there was a boss pulling the strings. With less than twenty-four hours before dock, it was hard to focus on getting ready for the wedding when he was going over every face on the boat they'd met in the last two days. Between the two of them, they'd practically been social butterflies - making best friends of most of the boat.
They're taking in some last minute time by the pool pretending to go over their vows only a couple hours before the altar, going over the plan if they can only nab half the pair.
"We'll flush her out," Face shakes his head, pushing up off his towel and stretching enough to make his small speedo even more scandalous. "Have Hannibal and BA grab Mia and then make a run for the hold - assuming the guns are in the hold."
Which is a big assumption.
Problem was, she didn't strike either of them as the leader of the operation - she was sweet, pretty, just the sort of con Face was the master of. Which usually meant there was a boss pulling the strings. With less than twenty-four hours before dock, it was hard to focus on getting ready for the wedding when he was going over every face on the boat they'd met in the last two days. Between the two of them, they'd practically been social butterflies - making best friends of most of the boat.
They're taking in some last minute time by the pool pretending to go over their vows only a couple hours before the altar, going over the plan if they can only nab half the pair.
"We'll flush her out," Face shakes his head, pushing up off his towel and stretching enough to make his small speedo even more scandalous. "Have Hannibal and BA grab Mia and then make a run for the hold - assuming the guns are in the hold."
Which is a big assumption.
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"But you didn't," he repeats.
Old habits die hard, and this is progress as far as he's concerned.
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For a moment he's still stiff underneath his partner, but slowly Murdock's embrace melts him - makes it hard to stay upset at himself or ever frustrated that Murdock pushed him into talking about it at all. He won't say that part of him wanted to, or at least was curious what it would be like. Nobody needs to know that much.
"This time." He whispers; "But you and I both know I can't promise I never will. I can promise you a million things, I meant what I said today, but part of me... I don't know. I won't make a promise I can't keep. I won't lie to you."
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He kisses him softly, still tasting the sweetness.
"But I meant what I said, too. I'm in this for the long haul, even when it hurts."
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He looks away again, eyes tracking toward the messed bed and then back to the neutral safety of the floor.
"How many times do I have to take one for the team before it's too much? Where's the line? Is it when I sleep with someone because it's the easiest road from point A to point B? Is it when the payoff isn't good enough?"
He licks his lips, trying not to let his own frustration head again, but it's pushing hard at his guts. "If that guy had something I needed, hell maybe even something I wanted, we both know what I would have done."
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He shakes his head fiercely, eyes stinging at the thought of it.
"Pretty sure that'd make me the asshole."
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"I've already done it once, only a matter of time." He bites his lip, forcing himself to consider Murdock's suggestion before answering; "You'd be the victim. That's why boss doesn't like us together - we all know what my role is here. I'm the guy that does the dirty work that nobody else could get away with. I've got more blood on my hands and more broken hearts under my belt that you even know about."
Letting the frustration come, he sighs; "Damn it, Murdock... you're practically innocent."
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When he sighs again, the frustration is muted. He doesn't want to fight, not when things are going well. That's why he didn't want to talk about it at all. It's easier just to let sleeping dogs lie.
"All I mean is that I love you, and that much is real... I can't even pretend that I don't." And in a way that in itself is painful for him, it's an emotion he can't turn off and it scares the fuck out of him every time he realizes it. "And we've already made it pretty clear that you're gonna settle for a guy that'll break your heart and I just don't know what I did to deserve someone who has as much faith in me as you do."
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"I can't explain it. I just know somethin' tells me you're worth it, even if I do get hurt."
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"I need a drink. Do you want a drink? I think they put whiskey in the minibar."
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"I want you to take me back to bed."
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His lips quirk up slightly with the barest hint of a smile; "Are we talking bed like sleeping or bed like you pushing my ankles up around my ears and giving our neighbors something to talk about?"
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He returns the smile though, sliding off his lap.
"Let's get under the covers and see what happens."
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Taking one last bite of cake, he turns back to the bed with a nearly genuine smile; "And how much of me is going to be rubbing you off."
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He falls back into the bed, pulling him back on top of him until they're tangled in each other's arms again.
"I love you."
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"I know."