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Post by Farrah Benz on May 9, 2017 9:19:30 GMT -5
 they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed od, it pained her to slow down.. mentally. It pained her more, physically, to keep the pace she'd been at. At the "sweetheart" comment, Farrah's fingers flexed, itching to grab her blade. But getting into a full-on brawl with the woman wasn't going to get Logan help, and injuring his savior wasn't exactly a good plan anyway. So, instead of doing what she normally would and getting in the red head's face, Farrah settled on giving a harsh grunt and continued on. Her expression on the woman at the apparent interest in payment was flat. "Fix him first," she half-ordered, but it was weak. Logan stirred, and it was impossible for her to hide the relieved surprise that crossed her face. It was gone a moment later, and her eyes flicked to the medic. "Now I'm going to owe you again." They knew each other? Farrah snorted. Of course they did; Logan got in more trouble than any other person she knew, it made sense he would have needed a medic before. "You're- LAY DOWN DUMBASS." He fell back, and it was all she could do to catch his head before it smacked into the ground. The sudden movement on her part had her breath coming more quickly. Pulling back into her own space, Farrah sat in an awkward almost-hunch, breathing quick and shallow. "You're not going to owe her anything," she managed, steely eyes boring into the medic as she unclipped the monocular from her rifle's strap and slid it across to the woman. Hopefully it was dark enough and Logan was still too out of it to realize what she was doing. "Did you cough blood?" "Do you have antibiotics?" she blatantly avoided, then to Logan, "I'm fine. Focus on not dying. I'll take care of me." She hated this fucking planet. Back home, she would have been to able to gather a handful of plants that would work just as well as commercial drugs (thanks, Ava), but out here... she was just as likely to put him in a coma as help. She needed to leave this to the professional and disregard how much it wounded her to actually need someone she didn't know. She wanted to sit behind Logan to help him lean up, but she wasn't going to do that with "Red" here. She and Logan were both far too proud to show weakness in their affection for each other in front of... well, anyone, really. Besides, she had bigger fish to fry at the moment, like getting him the treatment he needed... And the feeling of someone giving her a bear hug and cutting off her oxygen supply. In the darkness the blue tint of her lips would be difficult to see. But the way her lids kept drooping like she was fighting to stay awake (in fact, she was) would not be. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on May 9, 2017 16:22:59 GMT -5
 As Luck Would Have It..
Two women yelling at him at the same time to stop moving, how fucking horrifying.
He grunted his response but his eyes remained on Farrah as Riley left him. His brow was still slick with sweat, and his head was being split open to the point he found it hard to concentrate on anything specific. Some sexual comment came to mind about a threeway, but he didn’t even have the energy to make a joke which was saying a lot. He let himself fall back down, the energy to hold himself up was too much, missing the exchange of the monocular. If he saw, nothing would have stopped his anger and disgust at himself, so it really was good that it was too dark to get proper details and his brain was too fuzzed out to focus on anything too long except trying to keep his eyes open so he could see Farrah.
Farrahs statement about taking care of herself, had a low deep growl rumbled through his chest and could easily be heard. The only way he could show his complete displeasure at her words before he passed the fuck out again. It took him without any notice, no matter how hard he wished to stay awake. Spars of life came through, and he had images and flashes of Riley hunched over Farrah in annoyance. Flashes of Farrah’s worried eyes. Of Farrah’s gritting her jaw to not reach to pain. More of Riley’s horrible bedside manner. And of course, the one image that stuck, Farrah shirtless and Riley with a blade.
He had no idea how long he was out, it felt like no time at all and yet it felt like an eternity. For once though, he didn’t wake up by jerking awake and instead slowly opened his eyes. It was bright out. Too bright. And he flinched,eyes snapping shut, and his head shifted quickly to the side to try to block it out. Raising his hand up he rubbed it over his face, trying to rid himself of the grogginess that had consumed every inch of his body. Well, at least he didn’t die. Memory of when he was knocked out came back to him, his voice was barely audible as concerned overwhelmed his fogged brain: "Farrah?"
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 9, 2017 17:00:29 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed er eyes flicked to Logan at the grumble, but he was out before she had to worry about easing his worries. Because that's what the sound was for, she was almost sure. She shouldn't have smirked at that under the current circumstances, but she did. Until the redhead honed in on her after pocketing the "payment" with what looked like a little too much pleasure. Farrah's eyes narrowed, but she was close enough to being unconscious that she couldn't really do or say anything about it. She heard something that sounded an awful lot like an annoyed "Jesus Christ," and then, like Logan, she only got bits and pieces of the present. She was out for a much shorter time than him, though - slowly waking up with a relieved, full breath. She winced when she breathed too deeply and her rib protested, but she was a little too focused on the fact that she could breathe to care. Her chest had a tight bandage around it, restricting too much movement, and she vaguely remembered the medic yelling at her to sit up so she could place it. And- she'd poked a giant fucking needle into her thorax, hadn't she? Placing a hand tenderly over the bump where a couple sutures were beneath the bandage, she realized that, yes, she had. Farrah groaned. But the woman had also left her with a few measily pills (which were less measly considering Farrah was 99% certain the medic drained an entire bottle to give her them), extra bandages, and antiseptic wipes - all for Logan. Looking at his sleeping form now, she pondered waking him up to give his first dose of the antibiotics. He looked peaceful enough that she didn't want to, but her brain warned her that he might look like that because he was dying of infection, so she got off her butt, cupped some water in her hand, and woke the man up just long enough to make sure he wouldn't aspirate. She did this once more, just around dawn, after which Logan had once again zonked out. It worried her that he was sleeping so much, but that was how the body healed, right? The redhead hadn't been overly helpful in that area - only barking orders to give the meds every twelve-ish hours before trudging off with some comment on how she was wasting all her supplies on the "damn nomads". As the day began to progress, nothing disturbed them. Not a bird or bear or deer-thing... nothing. Feeling somewhat comfortable in the knowledge that Logan would probably be okay without her for a few minutes while she hunted something for them both to eat when he woke up, she snuck off. She considered it an accomplishment that she only looked back to check on him six times. By the time he finally woke up, she had a fire going and one of those creepy eight-legged antelope cooking. She'd been letting it roast for a while in hopes that it wouldn't be charred by the time he became conscious, but sweet hell was she hungry. "Farrah?"Her heart nearly lept out of her chest. It took way more control than she wanted to admit to keep herself planted by the fire and not fall all over herself in order to check on him, but she somehow managed. "I'm here," she said, concern permeating her tone. She stood and walked to him, stopping in just the right spot to blot out Sol so it wasn't beating down on his face. "Hi," she breathed, expression something she was unaccustomed to - tender. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on May 9, 2017 17:20:54 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
The sun blocked out her form as she walked up, just a silhouette for a moment before finally she moved until he could see. His eyes scanned her face, as if to make certain it was really her before he breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason he had thought she had abandoned him, perhaps it was his subconscious telling him as much when she went to go hunting. Logan shook his head slightly as if to try to clear it, before pushing more to sit up straighter, wishing he had something he could lean on. While he was sore and his head was pounding, his fever had broken. He felt like shit, but he felt better than death which was saying quite a bit.
He could barely remember walking from the river, most of it became a blur of unimportant memories except of her holding his hand, and the brisk kiss she made before disappearing. Red. Red was here. He glanced down at his chest, groaning to himself and unknowing how he was going to pay her back. Probably have to save her life a thousand times, although she’d probably want monetary value instead. If Farrah was smart, she would not tell him what she did. Logan did not like feeling helpless, and he definitely did not like people going out of their way simply for him.
“You got Red to come here.” The statement was matter of fact, as if the grogginess was lifting. With another sigh his eyes moved and looked at the fire. He knew she was okay, hell she looked better than him. It was funny, how the two girls he constantly saved ended up saving his life for once. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about being in debt to Riley again, but he’d deal with her later. There was more important things to do right in that moment. Clearing his throat he let his attention drift back to her face, his tongue running over his dry lips as he took in the line of her jaw, and the look in her eye. Damn she looked beautiful. Like complete shit. But beautiful. Then his lips quirked into a crooked but weak grin, a bit of life entering his eyes with a small amused sparkle: “Why are you not kissing me yet?”
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 9, 2017 17:48:45 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far"] [attr="class","rah"] [attr="class","talks"] [attr="class","inside"]The look he initially gave her worried Farrah; it was like he didn't know who she was. But it passed quickly, and when he spoke something sensible - You got Red to come here - she breathed a sigh of relief. "I somehow doubt that's actually her name, but yes," she said, smirking a little in her continued relief that he was going to be okay. [break][break]
He tried to lean up, so she did what she'd held herself back from doing before - kneeling behind him, one knee on either side of his hips. She settled back to sit on her heels, and while she told herself she wasn't going to get all mushy and stupid, her cheek was resting on his temple only a few seconds later. Since he couldn't see her expression like this, she took a moment to close her eyes and try to sort through all the panic she'd felt recently.. Specifically over him. [break][break]
He broke her concentration with his question, which had her snorting and pulling her head back. "Honestly, I'm a little concerned you'd throw up in my mouth," she teased quietly, smiling into his hair while she pressed a kiss there. [break][break]
Lifting her chin to rest it on top of Logan's head (lightly, mind you), she wrapped an arm loosely around his shoulders and drew her finger lightly across his collarbone. "You had me worried, you know," she admitted, though she kept her true emotion out of the statement. This whole "opening up" thing was going to take some work; hopefully he wouldn't push her too much about it.[break][break]
"How are you feeling?" she asked, craning her neck back so if he turned, they'd be able to look at each other. "You at least don't look like Satan's asshole anymore." By some miracle, she kept a straight face.
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Post by Logan Street on May 9, 2017 18:10:51 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
How could she still smell so good? That was his first thought when she moved behind him and rested her cheek against the side of his face. Logan let himself lean back slightly into her, and it helped to relieve the growing displeasure at holding his own body up. It was a weird feeling though. Leaning on someone. Knowing you had to have your life in someone else’s hands. Even when he was out with his squad, he was always the leader. Always the one in charge. Always the one to bark the orders and go into the dead zone. He only ever had to rely on himself. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, it was too new and so he decided to let the thought drift away. Too tired mentally and physically to actually bother focusing on it too much.
Logan smirked at her teasing, a barely audible ‘Probably’ being heard and the first sign of laughter in his voice. When she kissed his hair, he let his eyes slip shut for a moment. This was the girl who had irritated and annoyed him to a breaking point? The same girl who kicked him out into the darkness of her camp and refused to share even a tiny bit of her food? Who everytime she saw him, disdain seemed to cross over her face? It was terrifying to think he could get used to her being like this. Horrifying to think he was actually enjoying having her press little kisses, or run her fingers lightly over his collarbone.
Fuck, he was in trouble and he knew it but for some reason he really, honestly, just didn’t give a damn.
Logan had never been an affectionate person. He wasn’t ashamed, he just didn’t believe two people needed to be solely with one person. His life was filled with running and fighting and killing, and it never had any softness to it. Ever. From the day he was born until the day he met Farrah his life was chaos. The only ounce of enjoyment he had from other people growing up was with Ez, and that ended in tragedy. So he didn’t expect much from her. He wouldn’t expect much from her, and he assumed the same was with her to him. But even though he didn’t quite understand what was happening. Why he enjoyed the soft touches and kind words coming from someone who had been anything but previously, he had no idea. The only thing he knew for certain in that moment was, for some reason, he felt like if another man ever touched her he would slit the guys throat from ear to ear.
Romantic.
his hand reached up, cupping over her own, tilting his head down to press a kiss to the palm of her hand and staying like that for a moment silently. Part of him was shocked to hear her admit she was worried, but another part of him knew it for what it was, truth. “You…” He was about to say something kind and sweet, before suddenly a memory flashed in his mind and his brows furrowed, suddenly feeling a spark of annoyance beneath the overwhelming urge to press her back and kiss her all over.. “You dumbass! Why did you go and injure yourself like that? You could have died. Don’t ever do that again” His voice was growly, and he probably would have been a little more pissed off if he wasn’t also so relieved that she seemed to be okay.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 9, 2017 19:32:35 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far"] [attr="class","rah"] [attr="class","talks"] [attr="class","inside"]It absolutely terrified her how easy it was to hold him like they'd known each other their entire lives. Like this was something they did every day. Because, obviously, it wasn't. And before... the previous day, tender hadn't been in her vocabulary. Give a damn about Logan hadn't been on her agenda, either. Sitting there now, her brain tried to work over what had caused the switch. What, exactly, had broken her. That giant gap in both their timelines made that extremely difficult, though, and no matter how much her mind dug at the haze of a maybe-memory, she couldn't unearth it. It was there, though - she knew it. Whatever had happened to them, they'd... grown together, as completely disgusting as that sounded.[break][break]
What was even more terrifying was the thought that, some day - minute? - very soon, Logan would realize this whole cutesy thing wasn't for him. Hell, it wasn't really for her, either. Or at least, it hadn't been..[break][break]
Fuck. She was so emotionally confused she felt sick all over again. Forcefully, she shut her brain up; if there was a bridge that needed crossing, they'd both deal with it later. Instead of worrying herself over what maybe possibly could happen in the future, she needed to focus on what was happening right now, here in front of her. [break][break]
God, the thought of another woman touching him infuriated her. Not that he'd exactly dislike it.[break][break]
This is what she got for being so bull-headed she rarely slept with anyone.[break][break]
His sudden outburst had her leaning back from him, a hand between his shoulder blades so he wouldn't just fall with her. "Excuse you," she scolded, that fear she was holding onto unfurling in her stomach. But-.. he was yelling at her because she hurt herself. Brow furrowing, she stared at the side of his face for a few seconds before arguing back, "You needed help. That's kind of what people do when they ca-.... n't have someone's death on their conscience." The last part was said succinctly, obviously a diversion from what she'd almost said. Why, exactly, she hadn't just said it, she didn't know. It wasn't like her actions did anything but scream, I care about you.[break][break]
Taking a breath, she looked over her shoulder at breakfast... lunch.. whatever it was. Both. "Do you feel up to eating?" Damnit, it came out more affectionate than intended.
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Post by Logan Street on May 9, 2017 20:13:30 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
Whether she would voice she cared for him or not, it didn’t matter. He was just shocked at how she touched him, those little touches or the slight change in her demeanor when she was speaking to him now. All of it just screamed affection and it was throwing him off a bit. Logan let it go, just let that she had to take care of him and he was an invalid during the past who knew how many hours. If it wasn’t for her he’d probably be Vesper meat by now. Her hitched sentence was…poorly disguised. It didn’t take much imagination to know exactly what she was going to say, but who cared? her actions spoke much more than her voice ever could.
He snorted in amusement, a knowing smirk crossing his lips. “Oh yeah, you ran all the way to finding foul-mouthed red and brought her back here without beating the shit out of her for your conscience? Sounds about right.” There was a small chuckle at the end of his words, before he twisted his body to move from his sprawled position. The pain was ignored, as was the dizziness that ensued in the back of his head. Logan leaned and pressed a very quick and chastised kiss to her lips, re-enacting the rough kiss she had given him before she ran off.
Then he pushed himself to his feet, despite any protests she may have given him, just grunting once or twice under his breath. Standing up, it felt like all the breath left him, and he stumbled just once before looking down and grinning at her from ear to ear. Riley would probably have torn him a new one if he did that, and he knew Farrah would want to too but maybe his charming smile would persuade her to leave him be. Doubtful. With a teasing tone:“You cooked for me?” before his grin dropped a millimetre in size. Something about his words as soon as they left his mouth, caused desire to well up in him. Fuck, that was going to get really damn annoying, especially because he was five inches away from death.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 9, 2017 20:51:49 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far"] [attr="class","rah"] [attr="class","talks"] [attr="class","inside"]Her lips pressed into a line at him calling her out, but not for the reason he'd think. Yeah, she did run, and that was why she'd needed a giant goddamn needle in her chest and would've suffocated on her own blood had she not gotten it. Just the thought now made her nauseous, but she pushed it to the back of her mind. She was fine. How she got fine didn't matter.[break][break]
The kiss caught her off guard, and her raised brow showed it. The little grunt she made also made it super apparent.. Thankfully, nothing about it told her he was looking to continue, so she didn't make a fool of herself by leaning into him. She stayed where she was until he pushed to his feet, at which point she got up just as quickly. He obviously had a hard time with it, and she sidestepped in preparation to catch him. "You're an idiot."[break][break]
That look - that stupid smile like she'd done something that amused him - had Farrah's expression pinching for a second before she managed to internalize it. It was like passing out and almost dying reset some part of him, and he wasn't sure if he should be his old self or the vulnerable version of himself she'd come to realize. You've kind of been doing the same, she scolded herself, and sighed quietly.[break][break]
"That? Oh, no, that's all for me. I only asked so I could rub it in your face." She sounded like she was serious, and her grin suggested she might actually mean it, but a second later she gave his shoulder a little shove (key word little - she didn't want to push him over). "If by 'cooked' you mean shot something and put it over a fire, then yes, I cooked for you." She looked at him from the corner of her eye, wondering why saying that out loud felt so... different. [break][break]
Maybe because the last time he was around food she'd prepared, he was a gigantic ass about sharing it when he'd done nothing to earn it. God, thinking about that encounter felt like another life. It caused her to stare at him for a few beats too long, expression unreadable. Realizing what she was doing, Farrah blinked hard and looked over to the river. "When we're done eating, you can rinse off if you want." Her mouth should not be watering at that. "The medic left stuff for me to redo your bandages."
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Post by Logan Street on May 9, 2017 21:28:54 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
When she said she had cooked for him, he could almost growl at the satisfaction it brought. He barely heard her other words, and barely noticed that she was staring at him lost in her own thoughts. The bottom line was, when he was unconscious and almost dead, she was taking care of him. She probably bandaged him. Washed his wounds. Kept an eye on him. Cooked for him and kept it warm just incase he may wake up. Because it wasn’t eaten at all, and he knew damn well she hadn’t eaten anything in a long while. When he looked at her, he didn’t see the snappy psycho suzie, he saw someone who had fought hard for him to be standing and alive.
Without a word he walked past her, before pausing, turning and maneuvered his body behind hers, his arm snaking around her waist and pulling her gently back against him. He was tired of being weak and tired of being tired. He didn’t want to hear about how he had to be careful or he would get more injured. It was lovely, the concern Farrah was showing him. It made him feel..different..than he had ever in the past. Farrah could call him an idiot all she wanted. She could stop herself from admitting outloud she cared for him. Get snippy with him like she had just started too. Hell she could yell and scream at him for all he cared. Because it didn’t matter to him. He understood. It was not like he was one to speak beautiful words, he knew he hid behind bravado and ego and a false prince charming smile.
It was who he always had to be to protect himself from others. Not only others, but himself as well. To protect against the harshness of the world and to never, ever let anyone in because they will and always did turn on you. He had never been one for soft touches, caresses or cuddling. Never been a guy who woke up and made breakfast for whoever was in his bed. Fuck, he had Ezra actually make up some excuses just to scare the girls out of his bed so he didn’t even have to open his eyes to them being there.
Logan understood the need for self preservation, probably more than anyone. So he didn’t give a damn if she said pretty words to him. If she spoke out loud what her little kisses and touches showed perfectly fine. Shit, even those little kisses and touches were so alien to him that he didn’t know how to react half the time. A soft hand was never something he had before, and somehow he doubted she had ever shown such affectionate movements to another person before. So he understood, and he would continue to understand.
But her concern for him, as touching as it was, was making him feel weak. And if it was one thing people like them didn’t like to feel, it was weak. So he snuck up behind her, and pulled her gently against his chest, careful of her bandages. He ignored the pounding in his head, because with her so close to him it was almost as good as a painkiller. The feel of her, that amazing scent. Whether she protested or not, he didn’t care, he just tilted his head down and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. And then another one. And another on her jawline. Soft kisses that were reminiscent of when they were at the river.
“I will eat. I promise. But just…In a minute. Okay?” His words were soft, and strained with a need to just be close to the woman he almost lost not once, but twice in as many moons and he was not going to deny how horrible the whole thing had been. And he was not going to deny how much, since he woke up, he really just wanted to be close to her and hold her in his arms and show he wasn't weak. That he was okay and that she was okay.
So he'd eat in a minute okay?
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 9, 2017 22:01:19 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far"] [attr="class","rah"] [attr="class","talks"] [attr="class","inside"]She looked at him quizzically as he seemed deaf and walked past her, but she didn't have time to have any alien emotions about it because a second later she was being pulled back against him.[break][break]
And just like that, all that weirdness and insecurity, all the questions, were forgotten. She exhaled harsher than usual - the first sign that she appreciated what he was doing. "Careful," she breathed, but it was out of obligation and they both knew it. Her hands went to lightly grip the arm around her waist, and for just a second she closed her eyes. She felt guilty for having taken the mental route she had; he'd just nearly died, for fuck's sake. He didn't deserve her insecurities.[break][break]
This was just... new territory for her. Like... as new as this planet was to everyone who touched down here. Sure, she'd been grabbed before - by guys as piggish as they came, and either she or her brothers abruptly corrected them. She'd never been embraced like this, though; not by anyone. She was the way she was because she hadn't exactly grown up in a loving household. She didn't date. She didn't have a girl friend close enough to be cuddly with. She...[break][break]
Really appreciated him. "Mm-hm," she agreed, the sound barely audible because, for some reason, his arms around her was all she needed for all her worries to dissipate. Eyes once again drifting closed, she turned her head toward him so he wouldn't have to crane his neck to reach her jaw. [break][break]
She wondered when this feeling was going to wear off; and for the first time, it wasn't a freak-out when is he going to get tired of me? question. It was a is this how it feels to have someone? "When am I going to stop wanting you like this?" she whispered, bewildered when she realized she actually said it out loud but unable to muster the physical tensing that usually accompanied the emotion. Her jaw clenched, but not because of that. She needed to temper her raging hormones, because neither of them were in the physical condition to do any sort of anything together.
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Post by Logan Street on May 10, 2017 0:08:32 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
There was no commitment to her ‘careful’ and they both knew it, so his only response was a grumbled hum against her skin as he pressed another kiss. Everything had been such turmoil for…well fuck. Since he first arrived. He had been through things he could have only imagined on Earth. Right then, with her in his arms for once he actually felt like he belonged somewhere and that was a fucked up feeling for someone who never belonged anywhere. He would probably be a hell of a lot more terrified if he was not enjoying the moment so much. Which, in itself was fucked because Logan didn’t ever have moments to enjoy. Well, except that time he found the abandoned apartment building so he could actually have a roof over Ezra and his heads.
With all the chaos surrounding him, and all the panic and volcano of emotions he had felt in such a short period of time it was nice to just ignore it all. Ignore it all and pretend that he had not almost died last night, and that Farrah had not almost died the morning previously. Pretend he that he knew what caused the shift in them, and pretend that he didn’t care what caused it. Because he wasn’t really certain whether or not he did care. His face turned and he nuzzled into the nook of her neck, his growing scruff probably scratching slightly over the softness. His hand splayed flat over her stomach with his thumb tracing small movements. In that moment, he didn’t even care if their dinner burnt to a crisp.
If she was trying to temper down the hormones, that one sentence was definitely not the way to go about it. His body tensed for just a moment, instinctively pressing her against him a bit more which was probably a stupid thing to do as pain radiated his chest but…so worth it. When was she going to stop wanting him like this? Well, he wasn’t exactly certain when it started, and he wasn’t exactly certain how long it would last, but when it did end he just hoped it didn’t leave him absolutely ruined inside because for the first time he actually was feeling something other than arrogance and it was ..
He didn’t want to think about that, so he distracted himself by nipping at the soft skin on her neck before pressing a kiss over it. ‘Probably never..’ Was his only response before he pulled away from her a little bit. “We can eat now, and then you can watch me bathe since you can’t join.” The idea of her watching him bathe had him grin a little bit. It was not ideal, he’d much rather have company of course but that was not a good idea in many, many ways.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 10, 2017 10:10:08 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far"] [attr="class","rah"] [attr="class","talks"] [attr="class","inside"]Ugh, everything he was doing had her body heating, and those traitorous goosebumps were breaking over her skin again.[break][break]
The feelings, quite honestly, scared the ever-loving shit out of her. Farrah Mercedes Benz was not the gooey cuddly type. God, even thinking her full name attested to that. Rex had given it to her because, even as kids, she'd had the type of beauty men wanted to be around, and the temper to make anyone who thought of getting a little too personal about it pay dearly. She smirked at the reminder, amused by how tame she'd been back then. After leaving the Institute, she'd become much more volatile. She had a hair trigger, and anyone who knew her was well aware of it. She was the girl you didn't piss off if you liked all your bones in their correct anatomical position.[break][break]
And then there was Logan. Infuriating, push-every-single-one-of-her-buttons, make-her-feel-as-expensive-as-her-name, Logan. Being pulled against him caused her to take a harsh breath, and the only thing that kept her from twisting in his arms and reminding him of the woman he was dealing with (in that oh so good way) was the knowledge that she'd injure both of them in doing so.[break][break]
He derailed her. He'd found a part of her she'd never known existed, and while she wanted to be pissed at him for it, she couldn't muster the emotion. She was just glad they she'd found that part in him around the same time, so she hadn't been left lusting after an asshole and hating herself for it.[break][break]
The nip earned him a little growl, and Farrah had to grit her teeth to remind herself that no, bad girl, you can't jump the injured man right now.[break][break]
Oh... yeah. Food. She looked over her shoulder at the fire, and with a final glance at Logan, moved toward their food. "Eat up," she encouraged, "I'm not lugging any of this back with us." Back.. where, exactly? Her eyes flicked to him, not having considered that before. They were heading to their respective homes, which meant they'd both have time to consider how terrifying this whole being-open-with-each-other thing was.[break][break]
Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, Farrah concentrated on eating and getting her brain in check. Being alone was her forte, so.. why did the thought of going back to her camp solo make her feel so empty?[break][break]
She was hungry - that was it. Hungry and battered and tired and overall worn down. She wasn't thinking straight because she'd had more than her fair share of shit happening to her recently. Time in her zen zone would straighten everything out.[break][break]
They finished eating, and she had to endure Logan stripping in order to wash up. She purposely sat cross-legged on the bank so she'd have a harder time getting to a stand quickly (so she'd be less tempted to follow him.. because the threat of the hole in her chest taking on water apparently wasn't enough). "Don't push yourself too much. If you pass out I won't be able to save you this time." She was serious, but she still smirked at him, because they both knew she would, in fact dive in after him, her own drowning potential be damned.
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Post by Logan Street on May 10, 2017 12:28:26 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
When she growled, it took every ounce of his energy to remember that he was injured. She was injured. And letting his hand move lower than her stomach was definitely not something he shouls be doing. Luckily, irritatingly, she moved away from him and took the heat with her. What an empty feeling in his arms, and he grit his teeth before following after her. Food. Right. It was important. But he was starting to realize why people back in Eartg would spend days in bed together with barely any food. Everything just seemed so unimportant to him, but her.
He dug in, as directed and once started he didn't stop. It was easy to ignore how hungry you were, but once he started his body did everything it could to eat more. Logan never stayed still for so long, and that whole bunker down and build a house and stay in one spot and have neighbours and...well, it was never going to be him. It just wasn't. Yet at the same time, leaving Farrah felt..less than ideal. He didn't really know what they werw going to do. They eat. Fix his wounds.
Then what?
He should probably try to find Red, because as far as he knew she wasted a lot of supplies on him and she was going to be bitchy as all hell.
Fuck it. He'd deal with that later. Logan stood up and stripped, taking a quick look over as Farrah watched him and gave her a wink before turning his back to her to walk towards the water. "I feel perfectly fine -" Well. As fine as you could after waking up from deaths door. "You know, I know you are just looking for an excuse to come in here with me. So I mean.." He paused and dunked into the water before surfacing closer to her. "I can always do you a favor and pretend I'm about to drown? Then you can come and grope my nakedness." His eyes roamed over her seated frame with a pointed look. Logan was grinning wide at her, a light laugh in his voice knowing it was just a little mean to tease the woman when she damned well couldn't come in the water.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 10, 2017 13:01:57 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]"You're a dick," she said pointedly, flashing him a quick smile before she put a hand over his face and pushed him backwards. If he got her wet... She wouldn't hate it, but that meant they'd have to take her bandage off while it dried, and she rather liked how it was keeping her rib in place, thankyouverymuch.[break][break]
"I can grope your nakedness once you're healed," she said leisurely, unable to pretend watching him wash himself wasn't sexy. Her eyes, in particular, followed the movement of his hands. Hands he'd had on her the night before. God, was that only last night? It felt like weeks ago. ...He better heal quickly.[break][break]
She wanted to wash the clothes she was wearing, but she wasn't going to risk taking them off. Both of them being naked was asking for trouble, and while they were both strong, stubborn, capable individuals, even they wouldn't be able to fend off the notion that sex would be worth the way they'd re-injure themselves in the process. They were, after all, the type to get what they wanted.[break][break]
Maybe that's why they fit together so suddenly, Farrah mused. Because once they set their sights on something, they got it no matter the cost. Logan had just made that decision before she'd been able to get there. I assure you, we will, she remembered him saying, one brow raising as she watched him idly now. It was irritating how right he'd been. [break][break]
Irritating and delicious.[break][break]
Oh, hello. Sometime during her reverie he'd gotten out of the water and was now standing over her, looking way too amused. "You're evil," she grumbled, getting to a stand on her own because she worried that having him hoist her to her feet would tear her stitches. "Okay, c'mere, we have to re-tape you." Getting the medical tape and the antiseptic wipes 'Red' had left, she returned to Logan and carefully peeled off the old bandages that hadn't unstuck in the water. The wounds looked a hell of a lot better than the last time she'd gotten a good look at him. "This.. is going to hurt," she forewarned. "But it's okay if you cry. I won't tell anyone." She already had a wipe in hand and was about to lay it on the first cut when she said it, and her eyes flicked mischievously up to him.
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