Shenanigans!

[phaselocknroll]

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[nostalgiabomb]

[ Okaayyyy, guess whose mind is coming to a screeching halt? ]

Um--

[ because did she just ask what he thinks she asked he's pretty sure she did but okay well maybe he really should actually keep an eye on her because she's still healing and what if she needs a hand?

-- Yeah. Yeah, that's legitimate. ]

If you think you'll need the company, sure.

[ Ignore the way his voice sort of catches nervously, but yeah. Yeah he's totally on board with this. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ She miiiiight be attempting to distract him- the mood has been somewhat solemn since she woke. And there's a part of her that feels the need to remind him of how much she needs him.

She grabs his hand and drags him off to find someone to draw a bath. It doesn't take long to find someone, and not long after that until a bath is ready for her.

She's not really sure why they felt the need to give her a privacy screen to get undressed behind, though. It's not like Peter hasn't seen her naked before, and she's kind of struggling with getting those bandages off herself. ]

I uh... I think I might need a hand.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Well, the distraction works -- if momentarily. The sort of awkward way she calls him over, though, gives him pause. ]

Everything alright?

[phaselocknroll]

I just can't get these bandages off.

[ she was really hoping to do them herself, since she'd really not rather remind him of how bad off she was ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He takes a breath, and glances at the bandages (they're pretty much soaked red, and he wonders if they should have changed it all during the night?). He nods as he moves closer, workings to loosen and untie the bandages. ]

This'll just take a second.

[phaselocknroll]

Sorry. I thought I could get them.

[ Her dress is still caked with blood- she'll probably need a new one- as is her back in places, but it's easy enough to spot the scar. A long, thin line, pink against her pale skin, running between her shoulder blades ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, it's fine.

[ His stomach sinks at the sight of the scar, and he stops himself just short of touching it.

He swallows and forces himself to move again, peeling away the bandages. ]

Pretty sure this dress is a lost cause.

[phaselocknroll]

I'm probably long overdue for some new clothes anyway.

[ she kind of wants to ask what the damage is, but she resolutely decides that she doesn't care. ]

I've never been dress shopping before.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He casts aside the rest of the bandages (and he's pretty sure he's going to ask someone to burn them) before clearing his throat a little. ]

Yeah? Well, that makes two of us. [ -- Lame joke, sure, but he's trying. ]

[phaselocknroll]

No? But you'd look so lovely.

[ So is she. She's really, really trying, because she just wants him to be okay again. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He tries for a smile. ]

Pretty sure I don't have your figure for it, but thanks for the compliment.

[ -- and he does, too, but there's still dried blood on her skin, and it reminds him of the way his hands were slick with it, how it soaked his sleeves as he held her as she fell silent and no, please, you said you wouldn't leave--

He clears his throat again. ]

Go on, get yourself cleaned up. Then we can worry about getting you something pretty.

[phaselocknroll]

I-- [ it's hard not to notice the old panic, the old fear, bubbling up in him. She hates it with every fiber of her being. She hates that this happened, and most of all she hates not seeing him smile- really smile.

She just sort of... sags in defeat. ] Yeah. All right.

I'll try not to take too long.

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, don't worry about it. Take your time, alright? I've got all the time in the world.

[phaselocknroll]

[ With a sigh, she turns to face him, and there's worry on her face, and seeping, slowly, through their link ] Are you going to be okay?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ -- Shit, there's no mistaking that feeling -- after all, he's spent the entire night feeling that way -- and he could deflect. He could say, "That's my line, isn't it?" But instead he nods. ]

Yeah, I'll be fine.

[ He leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. ]

Go on. Pretty sure you're long overdue some time to yourself.

[phaselocknroll]

[ she grabs his arm ] What if I don't want to be by myself?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ -- oh, right, he's now distinctly remembering an invitation. ]

I, uh. Well, if you really need the company...

[phaselocknroll]

[ She leans up to kiss him, long and slow ]

Please?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ You play dirty, Maya. ]

How can I say no to that?

[phaselocknroll]

[ She just gives a quiet chuckle and leans up to do it again, looping her arms around his neck as she does ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ -- god damn you.

His arms are wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer against him. ]

Seriously unfair, man.

[phaselocknroll]

I could always stop.

[nostalgiabomb]

Don't you dare.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She gives a little laugh ] As you wish.

[ Aaaand she leans back in to run her tongue along his neck, making her way up to his jaw line, where she leaves a little trail of kisses before claiming his lips again ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ -- how are you good at this already we've only done it once.

But he returns the kiss gladly -- eagerly, even, lips parting to run his tongue along her lower lip and to brush against hers. He didn't realize how much he needed this until, oh, just about now. ]