notjustaface | Playing House: And It All Ends Far Too Soon

His last day at work, they'll be heading out come morning, and Face is torn between the nagging voice in his head that wants to stay more than anything and the sense of duty that tells him he has to go. In the end, it's Murdock's insistence that they go keeps him moving.

He's had a few drinks when he trudges up the stairs to their small apartment and is singing an upbeat song in French when he lets himself in - trying to keep the mood as light as he can.

After hanging his jacket, he calls out proudly; "Reste avec moi pour toujours mon amour?"

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notthatcrazy

He hates having to go back as much as Face does, but he knows it's for the best.

"Oui. Love it when you speak French."

He's got a nice spread laid out for their last dinner in the apartment, a few side dishes along with the best steak they could afford.

"Good day at work?"

From:

notjustaface

Face assumes he loves it even more because he can't understand French.

Letting out a low groan, he smiles at the dinner laid out for him - wrapping his arms tight around Murdock's waist.

"Oui," his tongue is lax to change, holding his accent as he answers; "the ladies made sure I had a going away party."

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notthatcrazy

He's picked up a few bits of vocabulary here and there, especially during their stay in Montreal. He knows what 'mon amour' means, at least.

"They did kinda love you there, didn't they?"

He smiles, planting a warm kiss on his lips.

"But not as much as I do."

From:

notjustaface

He laughs when the kiss breaks, nuzzling against him.

"Mmm, well... I did raise net profit considerably..."

Among other things.

From:

notthatcrazy

"I bet you did."

He raises an eyebrow at him, pulling away to guide him to his chair.

"Made some decent cash for yourself, too."

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notjustaface

"Not me..." he tugs playfully at Murdock's shirt - attempting to pull him into his lap as he's pushed down into the chair; "it's for us."

A nest egg, the sort of thing that they'll need some day when they're not running anymore.

"Just for us."

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notthatcrazy

Laughing, he plays along and climbs into his lap, testing the secondhand chair.

"I know, baby."

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notjustaface

He's more than prepared to take the damage if the creak turns into a crack - if only for the pleasure of Murdock spread across his lap as he holds him close, kissing him again.

"Qu'est-ce que je ferais sans toi?" He murmurs against Murdock's lips, smiling softly.

From:

notthatcrazy

"I dunno," he whispers back. "What would you do without me?"

He runs a hand through his hair, gently moving away to find his own chair, though he scoots it as close as he can.

From:

notjustaface

"You've been studying..." he murmurs, pushing up against the gentle touch and letting out a disapproving sigh when he shifts away again.

"I'd be a lot less happy."

From:

notthatcrazy

"A little bit. I got bored."

He kisses him again, taking his hand.

"Eat up before it gets cold."

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notjustaface

Squeezing his hand back nice and tight, he picks up the fork with his free hand and gestures toward him; "I'll eat you up..."

Clearly, the good mood is winning out over the looming reality. A few boilermakers will do that.

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notthatcrazy

He's happy enough to let him stay that way. Morning will come too soon as it is.

"Later." He playfully swats his hand away, cutting a piece of his own steak and holding it out to him.

"Do I need to make the little airplane noises? 'Cause I'm pretty good at those."

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notjustaface

"Promise me you'll make good on that and you can make any kind of noises you like..." He smirks, opening his mouth to accept the bite - savoring the tender goodness.

"Mmmm... you've outdone yourself..."

From:

notthatcrazy

There's the barest hint of his usual..unique seasonings on the perfectly seared meat. He knows what his man likes.

"I'll give you noises," he teases.

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notjustaface

Things grow on you over time, he can't even taste meat anymore unless it's got a good chance of destroying his intestinal lining.

"Oooh..." he takes in a playful breath, turning his attention briefly to his own meal, methodically cutting down the steak before anything else. "One more night to terrify the neighbors..."

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notthatcrazy

"Mmmhmm." He grins. "As loud as we want."

From:

notjustaface

Almost moaning around his fork, Face swallows before murmuring; "You're too good to me."

Too good for him, but he'll take it.

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notthatcrazy

"Nothin's too good for the man I love."

He chuckles, taking another bite of steak.

"When'd we start soundin' like a cheesy romantic comedy, anyway?"

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notjustaface

He'd say he begs to differ, but in all actuality he feels the same way - he can't think of anything he wouldn't at least try to give his partner.

"Apparently a month of unadulterated access to each other does that..." he licks his lips, letting his knee brush against Murdock's under the table. "Besides, we'll have to keep it under wraps once we get back in uniform."

From:

notthatcrazy

It's a good thing he didn't make spaghetti, or they'd probably have a Lady and The Tramp moment going on.

"I don't wanna hide it," he says quietly.

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notjustaface

At the very least - as it is, good food is almost making it hard to concentrate on flirting.

"I know..." he answers with an almost hesitant shrug; "we're just going to have to be careful, you know? The guys are one thing... but who knows what we'll run into out there."

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notthatcrazy

Now that he's thinking about it, comparisons to a certain Disney mongrel are kind of inescapable. Though he's certainly no Lady.

"The Army wants to hire us, they can deal with it," he frowns stubbornly. "What're they gonna do, kick us out again?"

From:

notjustaface

However, Face is quite the Tramp when left to his own devices...

He shakes his head and snorts; "You know people are, man. We'll just tone it down a little..." Face leans in close and brushes a kiss against his lips; "It's better when it's just us, anyway."