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[ No, no, it doesn't matter. Raleigh gently bats his hand away because she's not going to let him dictate what she gets to do to him. But yeah, well, a blowjob's on the cards because he's semi-nice about shit, and she's quite decent at it, imaginative and good with her tongue.
The rest of it's pretty much sex with her pinning him down and riding him and it's nearly an hour and a half later before they're finished with a thoroughly satisfying session. Raleigh rolls over on her stomach beside him, lazy and happy and sleepy. ]
The rest of it's pretty much sex with her pinning him down and riding him and it's nearly an hour and a half later before they're finished with a thoroughly satisfying session. Raleigh rolls over on her stomach beside him, lazy and happy and sleepy. ]
Becket.
[No, it's not necessary that he drink any water and Chuck knows it and he just wants to be as contrary as possible with him right now. Say go left and he'll go right because of the pure fact that it's not what you said to do, even if it makes life more difficult for him. Because at least then he will have made his own fucking choice and no one, not even his fucked up head has any power over him.]
Move. I mean it.
[No, it's not necessary that he drink any water and Chuck knows it and he just wants to be as contrary as possible with him right now. Say go left and he'll go right because of the pure fact that it's not what you said to do, even if it makes life more difficult for him. Because at least then he will have made his own fucking choice and no one, not even his fucked up head has any power over him.]
Move. I mean it.
[Chuck doesn't know what he wants to do about it. Obviously he isn't really that opposed to dating her since he already is and that. Is weird. And should make him really uncomfortable, like an allergic reaction to dating but he's probably more mad that it snuck up on him without him noticing than the fact that they're dating.
Does he want anything to change? No, not really. Can't go back to how it was without it being super awkward or super not what he wants.]
... I'm not updating facebook about this.
Does he want anything to change? No, not really. Can't go back to how it was without it being super awkward or super not what he wants.]
... I'm not updating facebook about this.
[A lot's changed since you were out, Raleigh. Chuck and Herc can be on the same continent now and no one comes close to dying. He does regret not bringing Percy with him when he got the call but at the same time, he thinks he needs this. Time when it's just the two of them. Because he needs her. A lot.
Just don't be a bitch about it and gloat, Raleigh.]
That is what I said. He's been here about a month now, actually. Taking care of Percy and stuff.
[Because Chuck tried, and he did okay but it wasn't what the kid needed and apparently skipping a generation makes it easier for Hansen men to deal with losing their women.]
Just don't be a bitch about it and gloat, Raleigh.]
That is what I said. He's been here about a month now, actually. Taking care of Percy and stuff.
[Because Chuck tried, and he did okay but it wasn't what the kid needed and apparently skipping a generation makes it easier for Hansen men to deal with losing their women.]
[She can't be that smart, if she insists on using that nickname over and over.]
Funny, I said the same thing to my mistress the other day.
[He'll be fine, since he can make jokes. But it won't be any time soon because he doesn't fight her, he actually does what she asks and lets her feed him.]
Funny, I said the same thing to my mistress the other day.
[He'll be fine, since he can make jokes. But it won't be any time soon because he doesn't fight her, he actually does what she asks and lets her feed him.]
[A fucking genius, that's who.
If Chuck is really upset by her taking the tablet from him, he doesn't do a very good job of showing it. Actually for once isn't contrary just to be contrary and reaches for her instead.]
Everyone lived, if that's what you mean.
If Chuck is really upset by her taking the tablet from him, he doesn't do a very good job of showing it. Actually for once isn't contrary just to be contrary and reaches for her instead.]
Everyone lived, if that's what you mean.
[No, Chuck doesn't like that plan either because no one's going to be watching her up on the roof and she's most likely going to be fine, a little more bruised and battered but not in any immediate danger.
Leaving her in the ER though might make the nurses and doctors there crazy and he shares their pain. He really does.]
You can wait in my office.
Leaving her in the ER though might make the nurses and doctors there crazy and he shares their pain. He really does.]
You can wait in my office.
[Pretty well? He's done fucking great for himself. Like to see anyone else be a surgeon at his age.
Rationally, Chuck knows that Herc didn't mean for her to die, didn't intend on grabbing him and never going back for her. But the fact remains that he did pick Chuck and then seemed to regret it for the rest of their lives. And his mum was great, the best mum ever, if anything was fair, she would've lived before either one of them.]
Not much. Threw himself into the air force and left me with the neighbors.
Rationally, Chuck knows that Herc didn't mean for her to die, didn't intend on grabbing him and never going back for her. But the fact remains that he did pick Chuck and then seemed to regret it for the rest of their lives. And his mum was great, the best mum ever, if anything was fair, she would've lived before either one of them.]
Not much. Threw himself into the air force and left me with the neighbors.
Yeah? [ Raleigh drawls, because he's eating soup like a good husband and she'll let this slide. He's got a pretty healthy appetite despite the fact that he looks like shit, so that's a good thing, right?
(She worries a little, anyway.)
She feeds him another spoonful, continuing with a smirk. No matter his threats, Chuck has always been faithful (or rather, tenaciously single-minded); and it's one of the many things she's come to love about him. ] What, the passing out part, or the thinking of Australia part? Because neither, babe, are very flattering.
(She worries a little, anyway.)
She feeds him another spoonful, continuing with a smirk. No matter his threats, Chuck has always been faithful (or rather, tenaciously single-minded); and it's one of the many things she's come to love about him. ] What, the passing out part, or the thinking of Australia part? Because neither, babe, are very flattering.
[ The birds die. That's really, really stupid.
And oh, Raleigh likes this version of Chuck, the Chuck that doesn't get it into his head to nitpick just for the hell of it. When he reaches for her, she meets him halfway, curling happily into his arms and draping an arm around his waist.
It's nice like this, too, the cuddling. She's tipping her head up to kiss him briefly on the mouth, before snagging the baby monitor and turning it on. ]
I'm surprised you didn't do anyone in on purpose. [ She remarks, setting the baby monitor back aside and sparing a few moments to enjoy the silence, to savour the feel of Chuck's body against hers -- they really haven't done this in a long time. ] Hmm. I've missed you.
And oh, Raleigh likes this version of Chuck, the Chuck that doesn't get it into his head to nitpick just for the hell of it. When he reaches for her, she meets him halfway, curling happily into his arms and draping an arm around his waist.
It's nice like this, too, the cuddling. She's tipping her head up to kiss him briefly on the mouth, before snagging the baby monitor and turning it on. ]
I'm surprised you didn't do anyone in on purpose. [ She remarks, setting the baby monitor back aside and sparing a few moments to enjoy the silence, to savour the feel of Chuck's body against hers -- they really haven't done this in a long time. ] Hmm. I've missed you.
[ There are appropriate things to say to this. Proper things. Adult, mature things; like the attempt to sort this out, or... something similarly inspiring. But those are things people not like Chuck and Raleigh say. Chuck and Raleigh do things differently, the stupid way around, and so she asks this, momentarily distracted from their earlier conversation: ]
You have Facebook?
[ ...What does he even put on his wall? Raleigh's is long inactive because she's hated the idea of posting every little inconsequential thing like it's important, but. Wow. ]
You have Facebook?
[ ...What does he even put on his wall? Raleigh's is long inactive because she's hated the idea of posting every little inconsequential thing like it's important, but. Wow. ]
[ Raleigh will gloat, probably a lot later. Or maybe not -- it really depends on how insufferable Chuck decides to be. Right now, however, he's not, not at all. There's the look in his eyes he saves just for her, only this time it's more obvious and he's not prefacing with some snide comment or another.
Which is weird, you know, when you think about it.
Weird, but good. She takes a few more moments than usual to process what he's saying, and she attempts to squeeze his fingers, brief pressure points before they dissipate just as quickly. Herc, taking care of Percy and Chuck letting him? What had the world gone to?
But it's not difficult to put things together, to see the pattern because she's already realising it, and oh, Chuck. Her eyes soften; he needs her, and she knows -- they'd come so close to being separated forever, but she wants to tell him, too, that he's never going to lose her. ]
...Come closer.
Which is weird, you know, when you think about it.
Weird, but good. She takes a few more moments than usual to process what he's saying, and she attempts to squeeze his fingers, brief pressure points before they dissipate just as quickly. Herc, taking care of Percy and Chuck letting him? What had the world gone to?
But it's not difficult to put things together, to see the pattern because she's already realising it, and oh, Chuck. Her eyes soften; he needs her, and she knows -- they'd come so close to being separated forever, but she wants to tell him, too, that he's never going to lose her. ]
...Come closer.
[ ... People can build monuments to your ego, Hansen.
Raleigh is silent for a long moment, because she knows she can't even begin to imagine how that feels. Their circumstances are different, and Raleigh wonders if she'd feel the same way Chuck did if their situations were reversed.
A part of her wants to tell him to suck it up, to move on because his dad tried his best; but she doesn't, because -- because. It feels an awful lot like abandonment, and Raleigh knows the feeling all too well. But: ]
...Why did he come back?
Raleigh is silent for a long moment, because she knows she can't even begin to imagine how that feels. Their circumstances are different, and Raleigh wonders if she'd feel the same way Chuck did if their situations were reversed.
A part of her wants to tell him to suck it up, to move on because his dad tried his best; but she doesn't, because -- because. It feels an awful lot like abandonment, and Raleigh knows the feeling all too well. But: ]
...Why did he come back?
[ Neither does Raleigh, so it evens out. He pretty okay with how Chuck turned out to be the go-to guy for him whenever he wants to do something, and if he isn't, Raleigh's good at not letting that show.
Raleigh sort of -- turns over on his stomach, going for smooth, but achieving more of a flop. It's brought him sprawled out closer to Chuck, although he's also unfortunately draped himself over part of Chuck's arm. ]
You have a problem, not me. [ Emphatic. ] I'm gonna take you.
Raleigh sort of -- turns over on his stomach, going for smooth, but achieving more of a flop. It's brought him sprawled out closer to Chuck, although he's also unfortunately draped himself over part of Chuck's arm. ]
You have a problem, not me. [ Emphatic. ] I'm gonna take you.
[ Chuck could easily step around him, but he won't -- he'll push at Raleigh until Raleigh gives in and moves aside, because that's what Chuck does when he's like this, even if he doesn't enjoy doing it. Raleigh just clutches the glass a little harder and grits his teeth, hard enough to ache a little, because he doesn't want to do this, either. He knows how to push back, stand his ground, dig his heels in to get what he's asking for, but he doesn't like the necessity of it.
Whatever. If Chuck needs it --
Raleigh shakes his head once, sharp. ]
Whatever. If Chuck needs it --
Raleigh shakes his head once, sharp. ]
[ Raleigh picks his head up just enough to stare at Chuck from under his lashes. Then he shrugs. ] How d'you know Max and I aren't secret buddies behind your back?
[ Either way, Raleigh's on board. Although he does kind of like keeping himself draped over Chuck, who normally doesn't abide the excessive cuddling. Raleigh's not exactly light, either.
And currently not amenable to moving. Raleigh grins, smug. ]
Depends. What do you want?
[ Either way, Raleigh's on board. Although he does kind of like keeping himself draped over Chuck, who normally doesn't abide the excessive cuddling. Raleigh's not exactly light, either.
And currently not amenable to moving. Raleigh grins, smug. ]
Depends. What do you want?
[ Food and then sex; it's a plan Raleigh can get behind. Literally.
Raleigh pulls himself up to a sitting position, running a hand over his bed hair. ] If we can find two buns, I could put the steak in between?
[ He's aware of how stupid that sounds, but he also likes it when Chuck yells at him. ]
Raleigh pulls himself up to a sitting position, running a hand over his bed hair. ] If we can find two buns, I could put the steak in between?
[ He's aware of how stupid that sounds, but he also likes it when Chuck yells at him. ]
[ Don't hoard, share. Raleigh bends a little to reach for the bottle in Chuck's hand. ]
You got anything to chase it with?
You got anything to chase it with?
[ When this is over, Herc is going to beat the shit out of the drivesuit technicians until they fix the goddamn neural-load so that it fits to Chuck's specific neurological patterning, and his fifteen year old son doesn't have to puke his guts out in some toilet stall alone whenever he disconnects from the Drift.
Herc can't, but he wants to.
Herc ignores Chuck, pounding once on the door with the side of his fist -- because he knows how much even the subdued noise'll probably hurt Chuck's splitting head, and how much faster the pain will get Chuck to cooperate. ] You're ghosting. Stop wasting time and come out, boy.
[ Herc hesitates. He softens his voice, just a bit. ] I have something that can help.
Herc can't, but he wants to.
Herc ignores Chuck, pounding once on the door with the side of his fist -- because he knows how much even the subdued noise'll probably hurt Chuck's splitting head, and how much faster the pain will get Chuck to cooperate. ] You're ghosting. Stop wasting time and come out, boy.
[ Herc hesitates. He softens his voice, just a bit. ] I have something that can help.
[The sound of his father's fist against the door sends a fresh wave of pain through his hair, and he hisses as he flinches. Fuck you, old man, what the fuck. Is wrong with you?
They're not going to talk about how this feels like the first time that Herc has sought him out, deliberately and knowing that he was hurting, because it probably is and Chuck hasn't got the emotional capacity to sort through how much he wants that and how much he resents his dad for it. It's too little, too late, alright Dad? Had your chance to be a father five years ago.
Chuck forces himself to sit up, grimacing even as a fresh wave of nausea hits him and he almost doubles over again. No, no he's not throwing up again, he will sit here on this floor in this bathroom-- no that's just as fucking pathetic.]
What? [He spits the question at him even as he stumbles to his feet. It's kinda easier, once he's actually standing to swing the door open.]
Is this where we hug and everything's magically all better?
They're not going to talk about how this feels like the first time that Herc has sought him out, deliberately and knowing that he was hurting, because it probably is and Chuck hasn't got the emotional capacity to sort through how much he wants that and how much he resents his dad for it. It's too little, too late, alright Dad? Had your chance to be a father five years ago.
Chuck forces himself to sit up, grimacing even as a fresh wave of nausea hits him and he almost doubles over again. No, no he's not throwing up again, he will sit here on this floor in this bathroom-- no that's just as fucking pathetic.]
What? [He spits the question at him even as he stumbles to his feet. It's kinda easier, once he's actually standing to swing the door open.]
Is this where we hug and everything's magically all better?
[ They fuckin' killed it out on the Miracle Mile, and yet Chuck can't even.
It's a relief, perhaps, that nothing on the outside seems to have changed because of the intensity of that Drift, sharing memories that hadn't been accessible in test drives, that at least it hasn't gotten any worse like Herc had feared. He grits his teeth all through Chuck's stumbling and retching, feeling his jaw ache with the pressure of control it takes not to just kick the door down and drag his stupid, stubborn son in by the ear to make the post-Drift electric sensory ghosts go away.
Chuck opens the door all on his own, eventually. Just the proximity to his son sends a bleed of relief under his skin until the hot, pulsing ache between his temples doesn't feel as demanding. Herc lets the change show on his face, because Chuck has to be feeling it harder than Herc is.
He doesn't move any closer, instead fitting his hand to the nape of Chuck's neck and gently tugging Chuck in, holding his head like he used to when Chuck was just a --
-- a kid. Like Chuck is now, even still.
Herc tries his best not to telegraph that thought. ]
Something like that.
It's a relief, perhaps, that nothing on the outside seems to have changed because of the intensity of that Drift, sharing memories that hadn't been accessible in test drives, that at least it hasn't gotten any worse like Herc had feared. He grits his teeth all through Chuck's stumbling and retching, feeling his jaw ache with the pressure of control it takes not to just kick the door down and drag his stupid, stubborn son in by the ear to make the post-Drift electric sensory ghosts go away.
Chuck opens the door all on his own, eventually. Just the proximity to his son sends a bleed of relief under his skin until the hot, pulsing ache between his temples doesn't feel as demanding. Herc lets the change show on his face, because Chuck has to be feeling it harder than Herc is.
He doesn't move any closer, instead fitting his hand to the nape of Chuck's neck and gently tugging Chuck in, holding his head like he used to when Chuck was just a --
-- a kid. Like Chuck is now, even still.
Herc tries his best not to telegraph that thought. ]
Something like that.
Edited 2013-12-03 05:29 (UTC)
[Yeah no. This is completely not okay. It's just not but Chuck is so blinded by the sudden relief that the weight of his father's hand on his neck brings, like an actual switch was flipped in his head, going from migraine from hell to relief, just like that.
He's so distracted that he lets it happen, soaking up the way it feels like he doesn't want to lay down and die. And that is because his old man is sort of hugging him and-- wait a minute.
That comment about a magical hug had been sarcasm you know.
It lasts all of ten, maybe fifteen seconds before Chuck's stubborn side rears its head and he brushes Herc's hand off his neck. No, no it's not that easy, he can't just hug him and expect everything to be fixed.]
I'm not a kid anymore, Dad.
He's so distracted that he lets it happen, soaking up the way it feels like he doesn't want to lay down and die. And that is because his old man is sort of hugging him and-- wait a minute.
That comment about a magical hug had been sarcasm you know.
It lasts all of ten, maybe fifteen seconds before Chuck's stubborn side rears its head and he brushes Herc's hand off his neck. No, no it's not that easy, he can't just hug him and expect everything to be fixed.]
I'm not a kid anymore, Dad.
[ Herc gets to enjoy the few moments of relief before Chuck brushes him off. The loss physically hurts enough, like a sting or a shock of electricity to his skin, that Herc visibly winces, shoulders going as square as his jaw as he shifts into defensive.
For chrissake, the kid might be even more bullheaded than the kaiju. Herc damn well knows that not everything's fixed by anything, but even Chuck has to appreciate what velcroing is: a recommended medical technique for pilots post-Drift, not a magical fix-all switch Herc thinks he can flip to make their issues go away like Chuck's acting like this is.
Herc ignores the voice in his head that tells him he should've given his son a warning before touching him at all, but. Maybe he liked how it felt, even guiltily so, having Chuck close like they never can be outside of this.
Yes. So a hug won't change anything, Herc does understand. ]
I know you aren't, Chuck. [ He doesn't touch him again, but Herc looks Chuck in the eye, face set. Driving in a point. ] But you are a pilot, and no pilot comes out of hangovers clean without some goddamn physical contact, you learned this.
For chrissake, the kid might be even more bullheaded than the kaiju. Herc damn well knows that not everything's fixed by anything, but even Chuck has to appreciate what velcroing is: a recommended medical technique for pilots post-Drift, not a magical fix-all switch Herc thinks he can flip to make their issues go away like Chuck's acting like this is.
Herc ignores the voice in his head that tells him he should've given his son a warning before touching him at all, but. Maybe he liked how it felt, even guiltily so, having Chuck close like they never can be outside of this.
Yes. So a hug won't change anything, Herc does understand. ]
I know you aren't, Chuck. [ He doesn't touch him again, but Herc looks Chuck in the eye, face set. Driving in a point. ] But you are a pilot, and no pilot comes out of hangovers clean without some goddamn physical contact, you learned this.
Edited 2013-12-03 06:03 (UTC)
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