heavyhitter | IC CONTACT (futuro & prisma)

[ The sleeping's more than expected, he's been doing his fair share of it himself, between brief stints of hiking out and rounding people up for their shots. He shifts for her to better barnacle onto him like it's second nature, leaning in to put a kiss to her forehead and return her smile as she futzes with his hair. ]

Nasty. [ Just down to tired and achy now though. But so long as she's improving from what she was driven down to before, that's worth a smile through the worst of it. ]

[ As he moves a hand up to rest at the back of her head, though, it wanes slightly. Between Koltira and Percy at large and the sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, he hasn't really had a proper minute to take. Just to take, with her, and as much as his heavy eyes itch at the thought of heading back to bed now that he's in it, they're too dumbstruck to close. ]

[ God, this right here strayed way too close to being lost. How fucking lucky were they? The odds squeeze at his heart just thinking about them, and he's quieter for it, sighing with an exhaustion that edges beyond physical. ]

I don't think there's a measurement out there big enough for what I owe him, keeping you safe like that...

[ It sounds almost selfish out loud. Maybe it is. But the helplessness he'd felt in those last couple days felt like slow, crushing torture. Could they have come up with something else? Possibly, but who knows. Something dangerous, something deadly, any number of things that might not have lead them to this. ]

[ Nasty is actually a pretty good description of it... but it still pales in comparison to the terror and sickness of before she went to ice. Her own smile fades a little as he speaks, muting, and her huff is just a sliver amused, a greater part reserved for an I know, right style of agreement. ]

Yeah. I owe that guy a whole fuck of a lot. [ More than she knows what to do with, but that won't stop her from trying to make it up. Her shoulder blade is still uncomfortably numb and lifeless where the man in question had rotted her skin enough to accept the needle and save her life.

She tugs herself closer to Sigma, burying her face in his chest just under his chin, limbs pulling tighter around him. It may have been lifesaving, but it's still not exactly pleasant to think about. ]

'n you too, don't think I'm gonna forget. You practically never even ducked out for a second.

Well when we get back, we can start with a big-ass cake and go from there.

[ She likes baking things for people, doesn't she? If dead people even like cakes. Or if they eat at all. It's always a place to start. When she snuggles in, he tucks her closer still, mindful of her shoulder as he gives her a good squeeze around the middle. ]

[ When she turns it on him, though, he can't help a huff of his own, with even more amusement than hers. As if she'd just told him with absolute sincerity that the sky was blue like it was some sort of marvel. ]

Honestly, it didn't even cross my mind.

[ Gospel truth. There'd been a couple times he'd been scared, fearful and (surprisingly) smart enough to give her her space (certain walks notwithstanding), but never once had he felt the need to really run and stay running. What if he did and missed the last chance they'd have to help keep her sane? Or the last chance she'd have to recognize him? He's stuck out his neck for infinitely stupider things, and love might be stupid at times, but it's nowhere near the bottom of the list. ]

Remember that We thing we started a while back? Getting sick and crazy doesn't change that.

[ She's pretty sure she remembers something about food tasting like ashes to Koltira, and so a cake might not be the very best idea... but something along those lines, anyway.

She smiles, mostly to herself as her face is still mostly buried in shirt, and enjoys his words for a while. The We thing. It sounds like really, really inelegant marriage vows. It's til death do you part, not sick or crazy do you part.

That's a nice train of thought, she discovers. She hasn't really considered it before, but -- well, it makes sense. Sigma is about everything she's looking for, and as solidly loyal as she could ask from anyone. If how much she loves him isn't enough to get serious over, the rest of it has to be. ...Of course, that's assuming the question she'd posed to him a while back gets a yes first. Which it has to, right? Especially after all this. You can't go through all this with someone just to decide against sticking with them long term.

Well, at some point after that becomes a yes, she should probably bring the whole marriage idea up out loud to him. Maybe not while they're both never too far from puking, but at some point.

All that makes it out is: ] Yeah, guess not. [ She pushes herself up, aiming her fond smile down at him. ] I'm gonna take a walk around the place. It's that or sleep for sixteen hours. You want anything from the kitchen?

Edited 2017-04-05 20:06 (UTC)

[ They'll find a way to do something nice for the poor man. ]

[ And really, they're about as close to marriage vows as it can get in the moment. He's never been a real long-term future planner by any stretch of the imagination, not like that. But he knows enough to know that he wants to spend a very, very long time with her. Long enough to make the choice of going home with her an obvious one... ... Alright, maybe those are some long-term future plans. ]

[ Short-term plans, however, involve a lot more shut-eye. Even if she's deigning to leave him after he just got here! He rolls onto his back, arms stretching over his head accompanied by a stretching noise under his breath, and eventually he settles to gaze back up at her. ]

I'm good... Go do your laps and get fifteen hours and forty-five minutes, I'm gonna get my full sixteen.

[ ...Well, leaving had been the plan. Looking down at his stretch, she's suddenly distracted from it. Sigma's such a nice sight, even now — maybe especially now, after the virus had her holding back from him for so long. She shifts her weight, not to stand up, but to throw a leg over his and settle down comfortably about at his hips. She's not totally sold on the idea of initiating anything just yet while they both still feel pretty awful, but she can at least make herself a little more at home. ]

Some kinda Sleeping Beauty joke goes here, I can feel it. [ No, what she can actually feel is the warm skin of his stomach when she slides her hands under his shirt, palms down, to enjoy it. It's so nice just to let herself touch him again. ] You know. Again. They suit you.

[ Enticing, isn't it. Face scrunched up fighting off a yawn, arms askew against the headboard. Though when she shifts onto him as opposed to off the bed and settles in, he composes himself into something a little more presentable. First bemused, then eager, then hesitant. The motions of knowing exactly how long it's been and how much he's missed this angle of her in particular and everything that comes with it, but also knowing full well he would probably hurl if they started anything. Like acts of a classic tragedy. ]

[ He settles for resting his hands on her thighs and enjoying the run of her fingers up his stomach with a sigh. It almost makes up for the running gag. ] I'll give you it today, I am as sleepy as I am beautiful.

[ And it's almost enough to distract him from where her hands are headed. Whether they get there or not tonight, it's probably worth pointing out sooner than later this time Considering how much it had bothered her before. ]

Wait, that reminds me- [ And his hands slip off her legs to follow hers, sliding over the backs of them and pinning them to a standstill just beneath his ribs. ]

[ Her distracted smile agrees with his assessment. She's perfectly happy to continue on just like this for a while, a few steps under ripping off clothes and kissing him a bunch, but his comment gives her pause. She flicks a quick frown up facewards when his hands guide hers to a stop. ]

What? [ And immediately afterward, as her fingertips find something that doesn't quite match up with the rest of his skin-- ] What is this?

[ Not that she's waiting for an answer. As soon as she feels that anomaly she's already tugging up his shirt, pushing it out of the way to see for herself. ]

[ Of course, there she goes, poking around for her own answers before he gets a chance to explain himself. ]

I said wait, [ he grumbles, shooing and pushing at her hands with one of his, the other going for the back of his shirt to pull it off altogether. ] I wanted to tell you before we had another mid-sex interrogation, okay, just lemme...

[ It takes some wriggling and his other hand joining in, but eventually he's got his shirt off altogether and tossed over the edge of the bed. Laid bare just beneath his collarbone is a freshly healed over scar, about the length of a credit card... This is where the honesty peters and the not quite truths kick in. ]

Sometime after you were out, some guy got in again. Dealing with him was fine until he pulled a knife on me... But we got it taken care of, I got Olivia, it was fine!

[ She'd like to point out that they'd have to be feeling up to sex to have another mid-sex interrogation, but then he pulls off his shirt, and any grumbling complaints get cut off at the pass. Concern immediately wrinkles her brow, and she leans in and down to draw a careful finger across it. It doesn't look life-threatening, at least... and it's definitely old news.

She sighs. ]

I can't believe they started coming with fucking knives, who taught them to use tools? [ She makes a face, but Sigma's spared the concerned anger of last time. He came forward with it on his own, after all. ] Guess it's for the best I was out, I probably would've killed him. Again.

[ If she'd grabbed a lady a little too hard for biting, there's no way she'd have let a stabber live after that, when she'd gotten even worse. ]

[ Fair point, but he could have forgotten about it until they felt up to it, y'know. ]

I donno, dads on hunting trips or something. It wasn't a kitchen knife, I know that much. [ Well, she's taking it better than last time anyway. But he can't help a cut of nervous laughter as she goes on. ] Yeah, no kidding...

[ As if killing another rando wouldn't be bad enough, that would've gone over great when she woke up. He already feels awful dancing around the fact that this had been a good friend's work. ]

I think he was just kinda coming in and out of it like you were, didn't know how he got here, then he scared me, then I scared him... [ Bad luck, bad timing, bad scene. He shakes his head, and instead shoots her some tentative thumbs-ups. ] But anyway, it's fine. It's done, you know, we're cool?

We're cool.

[ That's with a lopsided smile. She'd decided it as soon as she saw for herself the thing was healed over and not a threat -- and having come from a stranger long out of the picture, it's not a concern. She rubs her thumb once more over the snarl of healing skin, then leans to drop a light kiss over it instead. There, done and done.

She hovers over him after she rises again, propped up with one hand and looking like she's weighing her options. ]

What're the odds you puke if I kiss you? Think we can get one in without any barfing?

[ He lets out a pent-up sigh as she drops it, and with the brush of her lips over the scar, it might as well have poofed out of existence. Done and done. Better things to be worrying about here anyway. ]

[ She hesitates in pulling away, and he takes the opportunity to reach up and rest a hand over her shoulder. Put a little more weight on this option, grinning with a sudden wash of longing he's had on mute for weeks... The butterflies that sets off are counterproductive at best. ]

I think we can get away with it, if you don't lean an elbow in my stomach or anything...

[ yolo. They might not be up to sex yet, but in his heart he's up to making it a good one. He lets his other hand join the first, letting fingers trace down her shoulder blades and bunch up her shirt as he pulls her in for a kiss. ]

[ Any sort of reluctance she might have had melts away. They'd kissed here and there while she was under the effects of the virus, true, but not often, and not with their usual enthusiasm. God she'd missed it.

She's happy to give in under that tugging insistence, and her propping arm folds up and gives way as she leans down for that kiss. It starts out careful, a little hesitant, ready to break and pull back again if the cure picks this moment to act up in either of them. But the enthusiasm can't dampen itself for long, and in just a few seconds she's amping up to where they left off, pre-virus.

She's also careful not to press on any rebelling organs, thanks. One hand curls near his head, while the other threads fingers lightly through his hair. Taking that walk is looking less and less likely after all. ]

[ The rebel organs appreciate not being tread on. And the rest of him sure appreciates her reconsidering that walk. For a second, things seem to hover somewhere responsible between slow and steady or full throttle, but once she settles in, caution throws itself to the winds on both fronts. It's just so nice. ]

[ As she settles for threading fingers through his hair, he lets his hands slip around to her waist, one continuing on down and hooking under her thigh as his own legs shift, just enough to buck his hips up beneath her and holy shit, is it more tempting than anything to just go for it... But if he had to be begrudgingly honest with himself, even this is just getting heartpounding in the achy, exhausting kind of way. Not to mention the spins that are definitely coming on in spite of his closed eyes. ]

[ ... Alright, no, this is a little too much. He lets out a noise against her lips, struggling not to sound nauseated, and hands fly to push her up a bit. ]

Wait, hold on, time out—

[ If there's one thing she was listening for, one single thing, it was a wait. She'd been into it, enjoying the kiss, even working up to a playful nibble of his bottom lip -- but the second that wait comes she's up immediately, hands flying up like she's trying to dissuade someone with a gun. And, kind of, she is. ]

Holding! Don't fucking do it Sigma, not in the bed -- [ And on that note she's also rolling off of him, poising at the edge of the bed to see if she should dash for the garbage can for him.

It's all a hell of a way to wake herself up from the sleepy stupor of just a few minutes ago. ]

[ Somehow he feels like a cat being shooed off the carpet... As if throwing up wasn't already enough of a buzzkill. ]

[ As she lurches off of him, he lets out a quiet, pathetic whine through his teeth, clapping his hands over his eyes like it would hold the world still. ]

I'm not, I'm good! We're good! I'm just... it's just the dizzy bit...

[ Who's he trying to reassure at this point? Probably the both of them. For a hot minute, he's trapped in that hellish limbo, trying to decide whether it's best to hold as still as possible or gun it for the bathroom. It almost never works out, but he holds his ground. ] C'mon, there's like nothing left for you to get rid of...

[ He stays motionless for another minute, save for his chest heaving deep breaths, and his knees tucking up ever so slightly... He's got this, it's cool. He swears. But the next couple words he manages come out dejected. ]

Why am I pretty sure you've used that tone on Pepper before...

[ Reassured, Ramir lets her alarm melt back into sympathy. She eases out of the sprinter's readied hold and back onto the bed properly, and from there takes a seat next to his head to brush fingers through his hair. Not in the sexy way this time, in the way she remembers her mother doing. Any ventures back into the former territory definitely sound like a bad idea. ]

Is that who taught you to almost-barf on the bed? I'm gonna have some words with that cat. [ she smiles, though. ] This isn't gonna last too much longer. It's just the last shitty little hurdle.

[ In fact, she's already feeling better. She can feel the fatigue creeping back in again, but otherwise things are starting to look up on her side. ]

[ Hands still over his eyes, he can at least feel her settling back beside him on the bed. When soothing fingers start combing their way through his hair, he lets his own drag down his face for another attempt at looking up. Things seem to have simmered down in the vertigo department, at least, so he repurposes one of those hands to rest back on her leg where she sits. ]

Yeah, she taught me to do the noises too, wanna hear?

[ Actually, ow, even the thought of making cat dry-heave sounds in jest makes his stomach clench up even more unpleasantly. He sighs, tries to smile again. Manages a grimace at best while he mumbles, more to himself than anything. ]

This is what I get, isn't it? For being all hunky-dory while you guys are losing your minds for weeks... This is karma...

[ She snorts, but: ] This is definitely what you get. Next time try not being fucking immune to it.

[ There's no vehemence to it, though. She's glad he was strangely immune to it. The thought of both of them going through what she'd gone through... well, they may not have made it. She's sure she owes her success to Sigma in general, after all.

With that thought in mind she shifts again, this time to lie herself down. ]

Hey, make room. [ It's a superfluous command; she's making her own room as she squirms in next to him. ] Taking a walk was the worst idea I ever had.

I couldn't help it! [ No real vehemence to hers, just as there's no real defense to his. If he hadn't had this weird immunity, they both would have set each other off and he'd have been done for weeks ago. Small miracles... No, pretty damn huge miracles. ] Take a hit of one deadly virus cure, cure 'em all, I guess...

[ Not that it had been in this body specifically, but the memories are still there. Maybe his mind rejected the idea of a repeat incident so hard it shut the virus down in his system. If only physiology worked like that. He sighs and moves just enough to get an arm under her head and tug her up to rest against his chest before he falls still once more. Really determinedly sinking into his pillow. ]

Good, 'cause we're never getting up again.

[ He doesn't need to be frozen to laze through this suffering. Witness him. ]

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