[Doesn't she know, that just encourages him. It makes him laugh and rub his cheek against her palm, in a strange kind of nuzzle and it's affectionate but it could be ridiculous too.]
Ow — [ there's a few unfortunate seconds where her faux arm is sandwiched between them, and it actually does hurt quite a bit; but a hiss and a sharp wiggle, and she's got one arm around his neck and the other running down his spine, tucking his shirt into his pants in a weird, uncoordinated grope. ]
Gonna let me lock you in my room? I have one dog already, so I'll be really good about bringing you food and water. You're even already house trained.
[Her arm weirds him out sometimes. How he knows it's fake but it still has all the sensation and feeling of a real arm. It feels like undoing what happened, if that makes sense.
That's disgusting. [ and she's scowling, like imagining hitting him with a newspaper would make one magically appear and start swatting him in the back of the head. when one doesn't, she pokes his nose and clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth disapprovingly. ]
Well, I'm thinking about kicking you in the shins for starters. Then maybe properly kick your ass, knock you out and shave that ugly ass beard.
[ but for all her talk, there's no a lot of walk. there's not even a lot of vitriol in her talk, and she's certainly not fighting him very much. she's even bringing her other arm up over her head, though physical compliance doesn't mean she's going to stop bitching. ]
[Sticks and stones may break his bones but words will never hurt him. AKA Raleigh is too busy deciding that he wants to go for her neck with his mouth, rub his shadowy chin all over.]
You said that already. [He bites her right then.] That really doesn't turn you on at all?
[ that tickles — and something a little more than tickles, christ raleigh, don't bite; rather, don't start what you're not about to finish — so with a rather indignant squack, chuck's trying to squeeze his face out of her neck by pressing her cheek to her shoulder. ]
If I were to give you a list of the top hundred things you could do to turn me on, that still wouldn't be on it.
[Who said he wasn't planning on following through? Raleigh's not deterred too much, moving on to greener pastures, meaning down her chest where she can't headbutt him away and oh yeah, there's boobs there.]
You can try, [ she teases, as if sing song could hide the breathy hitch in her voice. she slips her fingers under his chin, but makes no move to pull him back up towards her face. ]
I can do a lot in fifteen minutes. [murmured against the curve of her breast before he continues down, pushes her shirt up so he can start in on trailing kisses and his whiskers along the soft skin there.]
[ he's right, they can do a lot in fifteen minutes, and she'll let him; is half expecting some quick cunnalingus and to go see her father with some slap happy post orgasmic grin ok her face. then, you know, maybe later she'd give him a blowjob but —
to get to that point she'd have to take her pants off or something; pretty much anything except suddenly convulse in laughter and sock him in the face because his beard tickled and she's trying to shove him off of her.
aaaand suddenly there's blood. everywhere. and she's sitting up so fast she gets a head rush, but his bleeding face is more concerning. ]
[He's broken his nose before, and hate to say it-- but it feels just like this. Like there's blood everywhere and he can't breathe very well through it and there's this pressure in his face and who the fuck punches someone when they're about to get some sex. Seriously, Chuck, you have problems.
Groaning, Raleigh sits up, holding his nose between his fingers. She is such a bitch. And he's so love with her. And this is such a bad time to realize that.]
[ and she's even peeling out from under him so she can pick a towel out of her closet and shove it in his face. her hand goes to cradle the back of his head, pushing it forward so he can't tip his head back again. ]
Don't — don't. You're gonna swallow a lot of blood.
[You know what bugs the everlasting shit out of Raleigh? When Chuck is right. Like right now, that knocking his head back will just make him swallow the blood and not stop any bleeding. Not like just keeping pressure on it will, which. She's got that pretty covered.
[ because that is perfectly logical in chuck world. and since he seems interested in taking up residence in chuck world, he better become accustomed to chuck logic. ]
[ she's still incredibly grossed out, and making a face at both his face, her soon-to-be-stained towel, and her clothes. but when she finally catches the sort of clogged lisp he's speaking with, like he's got a really, really bad headcold, she can't help but crack a grin. and laugh, one of those condescending oooohohoho laughs. and she peppers his un-bloodied forehead with chaste kisses. ]
I'm sorry, [ she says between kisses, with the occasional — ] Shave. [ — sprinkled in here or there. ]
[Hope she knows that is definitely not going to shave now. Out of spite and also because his face is killing him and the thought of putting a razor to it right now is just not going to happen. Not happening. She's also never getting any of the Raleigh dick again.
Not even if she begs.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Not even if she keeps kissing his forehead. Not happening.]
I dink-- [Raleigh moves the towel away slightly, just to see if he's still bleeding. It doesn't seem like it but it's not like he can see it either.] It's okay now.
Yeah, [ she agrees, putting a finger under his chin and tilting his head up so she can look at his nostrils. ] Yeah, you're fine.
[ she doesn't tell him that his nose is swollen and an angry reddish-purple color under the splotches of quickly drying blood. the only mirror in her room is in the little adjoining bathroom so he probably can't see the full damage either. but can probably feel it, so maybe she shouldn't poke him, but —
no, she's gently prodding his left nostril. it's part of her doctor assessment shut up she went to nursing school or something. ]
[He can definitely feel it and he flinches when she prods his nose and that just makes it worse because he flinches into her finger and his face would like to explode now, thanks.]
Do you want to go to medical to get it set or something?
[ oh god how do they explain that he potentially broke his nose during foreplay that is the worse and would totally get back to her father in some variation or another. chuck quickly changes tunes. ]
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I'll spend the night in my own room then.
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Good, maybe I won't have a crick in my neck from sleeping against the wall so I can make room for your fat ass.
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I'm never leaving.
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Gonna let me lock you in my room? I have one dog already, so I'll be really good about bringing you food and water. You're even already house trained.
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Maybe it doesn't, maybe he's just being stupid.]
I hope you don't do what you do with me with Max.
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Bad, Becket. Bad, that's very bad.
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What are you gonna do about it?
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[ but for all her talk, there's no a lot of walk. there's not even a lot of vitriol in her talk, and she's certainly not fighting him very much. she's even bringing her other arm up over her head, though physical compliance doesn't mean she's going to stop bitching. ]
Come on, Raleigh, you look like a filthy biker.
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You said that already. [He bites her right then.] That really doesn't turn you on at all?
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If I were to give you a list of the top hundred things you could do to turn me on, that still wouldn't be on it.
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Maybe I could change your mind.
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I've got to go meet my old man in, like, fifteen.
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to get to that point she'd have to take her pants off or something; pretty much anything except suddenly convulse in laughter and sock him in the face because his beard tickled and she's trying to shove him off of her.
aaaand suddenly there's blood. everywhere. and she's sitting up so fast she gets a head rush, but his bleeding face is more concerning. ]
Shit, I'm — fuck, I'm sorry.
intentional duck there
[He's broken his nose before, and hate to say it-- but it feels just like this. Like there's blood everywhere and he can't breathe very well through it and there's this pressure in his face and who the fuck punches someone when they're about to get some sex. Seriously, Chuck, you have problems.
Groaning, Raleigh sits up, holding his nose between his fingers. She is such a bitch. And he's so love with her. And this is such a bad time to realize that.]
Duck you, Chuck.
duck duck goose
[ and she's even peeling out from under him so she can pick a towel out of her closet and shove it in his face. her hand goes to cradle the back of his head, pushing it forward so he can't tip his head back again. ]
Don't — don't. You're gonna swallow a lot of blood.
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Such a fucked up love.]
Ugh, you owe me.
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[ because that is perfectly logical in chuck world. and since he seems interested in taking up residence in chuck world, he better become accustomed to chuck logic. ]
You got blood all over me, Becket.
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Deal wid it.
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I'm sorry, [ she says between kisses, with the occasional — ] Shave. [ — sprinkled in here or there. ]
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Not even if she begs.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Not even if she keeps kissing his forehead. Not happening.]
I dink-- [Raleigh moves the towel away slightly, just to see if he's still bleeding. It doesn't seem like it but it's not like he can see it either.] It's okay now.
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[ she doesn't tell him that his nose is swollen and an angry reddish-purple color under the splotches of quickly drying blood. the only mirror in her room is in the little adjoining bathroom so he probably can't see the full damage either. but can probably feel it, so maybe she shouldn't poke him, but —
no, she's gently prodding his left nostril. it's part of her doctor assessment shut up she went to nursing school or something. ]
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Ow. Shit, don't touch it, Chuck, what the hell.
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[ oh god how do they explain that he potentially broke his nose during foreplay that is the worse and would totally get back to her father in some variation or another. chuck quickly changes tunes. ]
Shake it off.
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...what? I'm going to get it set.
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