Alone Time

[notjustaface]

Alone time is rare at best, and as he clutches the co-pilot's seat of the salvaged Cessna - only a little nervous each time Murdock tries a trick - the fact that they're getting almost a whole day to themselves is more or less the best thing on his mind. They're on a job, of course - they're coming more frequently over the last few months and while the pay seems to be lower at least it's keeping them moving since their close call back in Chicago - but he'll take what he can get.

Even if what he can get is spending the night together in a lean-to in the backwoods of southern Oregon with a few sleeping bags and a cooler while they wait for the boss' call to pick up the other half of the team in northern California. It's still nice to have a little downtime.

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[notthatcrazy]

Ah, but s'mores mean chocolate and stickiness and probably licking of fingers.

"Of course, baby."

He tilts his chin up to give him a proper kiss, one full of warmth and promise and potential.

"That's part of the reason we're here, ain't it?"

[notjustaface]

It takes him a moment to connect relaxing to the warm kiss, a promise is a promise - and he'll hold you to that.

"Officially? I'm pretty sure the boss thinks we're humiliating wildlife with the wild throes of our passion."

[notthatcrazy]

He hides the ensuing giggles by pressing his face to his lover's shoulder.

"I'm pretty sure he tries not to think about it."

Not that they make it very easy sometimes. They get loud.

[notjustaface]

The giggle draws up a short laugh of his own and several small kisses on the top of Murdock's damp hair.

After a long moment of laughter, he manages to ask; "So I'm guessing you want me to make like a proper alpha male and go make fire?"

[notthatcrazy]

He chuckles, rolling his eyes slightly. "Sure, go assert your masculinity."

He leans back slightly, reaching for his mostly-dry jeans.

"You might wanna put your pants back on first, though."

[notjustaface]

"Nah, primitive man needed no pants!" He replies, pushing back up on his bare feet with a somewhat smug grin, brushing a little loose grit off his thighs. "You think it's the first time I've lit a campfire naked?"

With a wink, he sprints off toward the lean-to, already picking out small split timber and kindling that had managed to stay drier than the inside of the shack.

[notthatcrazy]

"Just watch out for the sparks!" he calls back with a grin, pulling his jeans back on. He leaves the shirt off though, content to soak up the remaining rays of sunshine as he follows him back to base camp.

[notjustaface]

It's still early in the afternoon, so he's content to build a smaller fire - just like he'd learned so far back it was practically instinct, triangular arrangement with just enough kindling in the center to get it going with the matches tucked into the kindle box.

By the time he's got it started, Murdock's already laid out a blanket and no doubt said edibles aren't far behind.

"Lunch first?"

[notthatcrazy]

He nods, settling back on the blanket as he breaks out the eats. There's the usual campfire/picnic fare, along with a six-pack of Face's favorite beer.

"You're good for puttin' up with me, you know that?"

[notjustaface]

Considering he's the one laying back au natural digging into a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, he can't help but find the unexpected remark just a little on the silly side.

"What're you talking about?" He snorts; "I should thank you for putting up with me."

Pushing up again, he takes a long swig of beer and adds; "You're awesome."

[notthatcrazy]

"Putting up with you?" He shakes his head, biting his lip, even as he knows there's truth to both statements.

"Y'know what? We're both kinda awesome."

[notjustaface]

He means it, and for what it's worth he knows Murdock means it too.

"You've got that right," he leans in close, brushing a kiss against his lips. "We're the best."

[notthatcrazy]

"And we are awesome. Together."

He takes his hand, nudging it against Face's bare chest.

[notjustaface]

Straightening his back to push back against his lover's palm, he kissed him again.

"That," he grins wider, leaning in for a kiss; "is the damn awful truth."

[notthatcrazy]

He grins against his lips, tasting the sticky sweetness of the peanut butter.

"Good sandwich?"

[notjustaface]

And that warrants another gentle smooch.

"Mmm. You make the best, baby." And he means it, beats the hell out of the chow line at least. "You take good care of me."

[notthatcrazy]

"We take care of each other."

He's still clinging to he hand as he reaches for a sandwich of his own.

"Seriously, man, I don't know what I'd do without you."

[notjustaface]

"Mmm..." he groans and leans back again, resting his head on his arms. "Probably be getting out of the nuthouse pretty soon... maybe meet someone special, settle down."

He half-laughs, "Maybe try to find the team."

[notthatcrazy]

"Hey."

He leans in, setting the food aside to wrap an arm around Face's shoulder.

"Let's not talk like that, okay?"

[notjustaface]

Nuzzling against him, Face only offers a soft smile.

"Hey, things are what they are... we could have served our time, ended up having normal lives or whatever." He shrugs, leaning closer against him; "Instead this happened."

[notthatcrazy]

"Would you..."

He sighs, shaking his head.

"Would you have looked for me?"

[notjustaface]

Grabbing to pull him closer, Face's voice drops to a reassuring timbre.

"Hey, I had a plan, remember? Get my parole, finagle a little Deutschland trip to get a job where you were."

He offers a fond squeeze. "Only difference is we wouldn't be doing this - hopping from job to job, watching over our shoulders for the feds."

[notthatcrazy]

"Guess there's no point in wondering about it. We're here now."

He looks up at the breeze making the tops of the trees sway.

[notjustaface]

Face lets a quiet moment pass, listening to the light crackle of the fire against the breeze.

"We'll get there, you know? We can't run forever."

He doesn't know how, but if anyone can figure out a way to beat the rap for escaping custody - twice - it'd be Hannibal.

[notthatcrazy]

"Yeah, we will."

It's weird to be on the receiving end of the reassurance.