Roxanne Ritchi (
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capeandcowllogs2011-12-31 10:07 pm
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Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
WHO: Roxanne and well-wishers (plus one really angry alien)
WHERE: The Ritchi House
WHEN: December 30th, Friday Morning - January 6th, Friday.
WARNINGS: Should be none.
SUMMARY: Roxanne's busted up. Come visit.
FORMAT: Looooooooooog (Just leave a note on what day you're visiting in the subject line!)
Roxanne sure as hell wasn't going anywhere after her encounter with Hal. So she was all cozied up at home, with some really good post-surgery painkillers, a brain bot to warm her feet, and a whole week of not leaving the house for pretty much any reason at all. But she'd take visitors. Maybe. If you weren't Hal.
WHERE: The Ritchi House
WHEN: December 30th, Friday Morning - January 6th, Friday.
WARNINGS: Should be none.
SUMMARY: Roxanne's busted up. Come visit.
FORMAT: Looooooooooog (Just leave a note on what day you're visiting in the subject line!)
Roxanne sure as hell wasn't going anywhere after her encounter with Hal. So she was all cozied up at home, with some really good post-surgery painkillers, a brain bot to warm her feet, and a whole week of not leaving the house for pretty much any reason at all. But she'd take visitors. Maybe. If you weren't Hal.
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He babbles a few more incoherencies. Roxanne tends to scramble his brain.
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"Didn't have to, did it because I wanted to, you have not recoiled in horror, so I figure this is a win on all sides," she replies, her smile turning wry. Oh, alien boyfriend, you are so confusing sometimes. "Besides... it's something of a holiday custom. A pleasant one."
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He's the one fumbling here, after all.
"It...is?"
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Doesn't matter here. It's just them, quiet despite the fact that all over the city there's chaos and madness and even in the neighborhood, people are standing on their porches shouting and hollering.
But she's here, her hand in his, and it's okay. All of this is going to be okay. Somehow.
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Because he could get used to this.
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"Depends on the couple," she says. "But there are no rules about number, though."
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He's really not sure. He doesn't know what he's doing anymore. It's all complicated. He only knows that he very much wants to see her smile.
"Oh, good. So I--"
He clears his throat.
"In theory -- since there are not, as you say, any rules against it -- in theory, I could...steal another?"
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"In theory, certainly." Practice? Who can say. But she manages to keep you are so predictable off her lips, because he doesn't need it right now, and all she needs is for a gentle tease to be taken the wrong away and spoil the moment. "I suppose only experimentation will give you actual results to test your theory against."
Someone picked up nerd talk as they went along, yes.
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"That will likely give me the conclusion I'm looking for. Further experimentation is, as you say, required."
So he swallows and leans in to carefully brush his lips to hers - hesitantly, to make sure that he's not going to get violently shoved away.
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Nobody gets pushes. No names are called. No champagne to throw. It's all very calm, really. Sweet, if one really wanted to label it.
Not that Megamind would ever want to be told he was sweet.
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As it is, he’s already incredibly pleased – he’s not getting anything dumped on him, he’s not getting pushed away, and his affections are getting returned instead of rejected.
Maybe all of this isn’t so bad, after all.
He slides a hand to cup the back of her head, gently brushing his thumb over her cheek, and he pulls back, breath dissolving silently against her lips.
“Wow.”
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It's his emotion bleeding through - intensely potent though physical contact -- that really has her, though. So much the barest sliver of her eyes, almost lost beneath dipped lashes, have gone his own inhuman green. It's blown away the pain and the weariness, a breath of fresh air to clear the musty dust of fear and pain. It shows in the ease of the lines on her face, the color in her cheeks and the smile that curves hers her lips.
She dots his jaw with light kisses, before she nestles in close. Finally feeling warm and safe for the first time in days, she rests her free hand light on his chest, just feeling for the beat of his heart.
"Stay a while?" she asks, voice quiet as the celebratory noise outside begins to die down. "Unless you have a pressing, 2012 engagement just this moment..."
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He oozes joy as she dots kisses along his jaw and he squirms in delight next to her, his pleasure obvious on his face.
"Roxanne, it would take twenty Metro Man's to get me out of this abode tonight. And even then, I make no guarantees. I'm afraid you're stuck with me, for the time being."
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"Good," she says, brimming with contentment. "Because as it stands, this has been the best year ever and we're only on day one." No pressure there or anything, Megamind.