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starchilde_lost) wrote2014-06-24 09:50 am
starchilde_lost) wrote2014-06-24 09:50 am
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Dated 6-11-2014
Rachel had decided that she was just going to do it. She was going to officially ask Aidan to move in with her. After all, they'd been together for a long time, well, by her standards at least, Aidan might have had longer relationships but it wasn't fair as he was a couple of centuries old and the scales were different. And they practically lived together anyways, she couldn't really remember the last time she'd spent a night alone.
Well, except last night. But a stopover in the clinic didn't count.
Smoothing the skirt of her sundress down, she took a deep breath before entering the clinic with the bunch of flowers she'd picked up and a few books and magazines. You know, normal visiting the boyfriend in the hospital things. She tried to put everything else out of her head. She'd get to it, she knew, but she wanted to focus on her injured boyfriend for a little while before she emotionally went off the rails.
Did normal people have this much trouble trying to figure out their relationships? People who hadn't dated aliens, seen the loves of their lives killed by mutant-hunting robots. People who hadn't done and seen the things she'd done. Or was it just her particular quirk of inherited emotional issues and her own paranoia. Did she even have the right to ask him, because she knew she didn't want to get married and have kids, not here on the island, and was that even fair to him to go so far and just draw a line in the sand? Or was she just leaving herself and him an escape hatch if it gets to be too much?
Those were the thoughts she was trying not to dwell on as she walked over to the bed. "Hey, punching bag, how are you feeling today?"
Well, except last night. But a stopover in the clinic didn't count.
Smoothing the skirt of her sundress down, she took a deep breath before entering the clinic with the bunch of flowers she'd picked up and a few books and magazines. You know, normal visiting the boyfriend in the hospital things. She tried to put everything else out of her head. She'd get to it, she knew, but she wanted to focus on her injured boyfriend for a little while before she emotionally went off the rails.
Did normal people have this much trouble trying to figure out their relationships? People who hadn't dated aliens, seen the loves of their lives killed by mutant-hunting robots. People who hadn't done and seen the things she'd done. Or was it just her particular quirk of inherited emotional issues and her own paranoia. Did she even have the right to ask him, because she knew she didn't want to get married and have kids, not here on the island, and was that even fair to him to go so far and just draw a line in the sand? Or was she just leaving herself and him an escape hatch if it gets to be too much?
Those were the thoughts she was trying not to dwell on as she walked over to the bed. "Hey, punching bag, how are you feeling today?"
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"We are in the clinic. A nice public clinic." Giggling, she shivered a little at the feeling of his lips on her neck. He knew damn well how sensitive she was there and how much she liked it when he teased her there. "Don't make me climb out of this bed to get away from you."
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"I guess you'll have to be gentle and quiet then," he said, biting down a bit harder. The point wasn't to get Rachel to actually give in (although that would be a nice bonus) but to rile her up and give her a hard time. She was giggling and laughing and generally not worried about him anymore, which is what he really wanted.
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She wanted to tickle him back so much her fingers itched, but she refrained. Tickling bruised ribs was probably not the brightest idea. And while she was fairly certain he wasn't really trying to get her to have sex with him in the clinic, she knew he was enjoying teasing the heck out of her just the same. It just didn't seem fair, so she turned her head to catch his lips so she could get them off her neck for a moment.
"Silly vampire, you're not really all that indestructible right now, you know."
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"Mmmmmm, trust me, I know just how true that is right now," he said, kissing her back, just as happy to have his lips on hers as he was to have them on her neck. Besides, he was very vulnerable and delicate right now so he might as well take advantage of that. She might make him pay for it later but he'd take his medicine when it was time.
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"You're not allowed to go anywhere near that thing anymore. I don't want to get in trouble for what I'll do if you ever get hurt like this again." Or worse, which was something she really didn't want to think about. Not that Rachel could stop thinking about it if she tried. She'd almost gotten used to the idea that there was no one out to get her or those she loved anymore. No Shi'ar, no anti-mutant militias, no radical mutant groups. None of that was here. Just a homicidal droid.
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"I thought I'd try to reason with it and be its buddy. Isn't that what we should do, find peaceful solutions to violent situations?" he asked, keeping a straight face for just a moment before grinning at her and kissing her lightly again. Aidan knew how useless it would be to argue anything with Proxy. He also knew Proxy wasn't much of a danger anymore.
"Kidding, if it tries to hurt me again, please shoot it with one of your giant guns."
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"You can reason all you like, I'm in a grudge-holding mood right now." She ran her finger along one of the bandages on Aidan's chest and found herself frowning a little. She couldn't get it out of her head, the idea that something thought, even for a moment, that Aidan was something to be killed. Even when she'd seen him a a vampire, she knew he was... well, not harmless, but certainly not something to be executed.
And as far as she could tell, neither was the man the bot thought Aidan was. He'd seemed nice enough when she met him, Jedi and all. It was just too much a reminder of the life she'd left behind.
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"That's because you love me so much," he said, turning to kiss her softly as she frowned. He didn't want that from her, for her to be upset right now. Aidan just wanted her to feel relieved that he was safe and there was no permanent damage. If he allowed himself to think what might have happened... those were dark thoughts that he didn't want to visit. He wanted to be in the moment, thinking of Rachel and how happy she made him.
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Change of subject. Rachel needed a change of subject. "We're going to have to figure out furniture and stuff. Like what I need to move out of my place to make room for your things." As much as she didn't want to change a thing, after all, it had been her mother's place and that was still something of a big deal for her, she waned Aidan to feel like it was his, too. After all, it would be. She really wanted it to be.
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"Maybe we could get some sort of love seat," he said, smirking just a bit. He had noticed the change in subject and while he was fine with switching he wanted to let her know he absolutely knew what she was doing. He only wanted to tease her a bit though.
"I don't really have a lot though. Kind of force of habit, I guess. Maybe we can hunt down a few new things though? Stuff that's not necessarily yours or mine but can be ours?"
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"Pretty sure anything we put in there will eventually be a love seat knowing you." Aidan really did have a way to make her lose all inhibitions and her clothes at almost a moment's notice. Blushing a little, she nuzzled at his neck, just enjoying the idea of having thing that were theirs more than they were hers. "Maybe we talk to the building crew about making us a few things? Maybe a new bed?"
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"Oh, knowing me, huh?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at her. As if he were entirely responsible for all the sexual advances in their relationship and it was such a hardship for her to give in to them on occasion. He was fairly certain that she gave just as good as she got.
"And yeah, we can see what it is that they're able to make. At this point they might like a challenge."
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"A challenge? What kind of bed do you think we need that it would be a challenge?" She was laughing out loud, trying to imagine what that conversation would be like. Good lord, she could almost picture it and she probably wouldn't be able to look at a member of the crew for a solid week without giggling.
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"That is not the sort of challenge I meant. You need to get your head out of the gutter," Aidan said with a laugh. He could see how it could be construed as that but he couldn't resist giving her a bit of grief about it. It was good to hear her laughing though.
"I meant the challenge of just making something new. That haven't had a lot to do lately."
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"And who's fault is it that the gutter's such an attractive place to be?" Not entirely his, but seriously having a regular boyfriend had certainly skewed her perspectives on a few things. And it was nice to have those things to joke about and think about.
Besides, she knew damn well he'd baited her. Even if he didn't want to admit it.
"Maybe we can think about some additions to the hut, too?"
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"A library. I think we should add on a library."
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"A library. Are we going to raid the bookshelf or are you expecting a bump in your production?" Rachel was actually pretty proud of Aidan's little printing gig. Not that there was a lot to be printing on an island like this, but it was nice that he had something like that. God only knew she hadn't touched any of the jewelry stuff she'd acquired the first couple of years she'd been here, maybe she just hadn't found her thing yet. Her way to contribute to the island beyond teaching its residents how to beat each other up in sparring matches.