2019-11-29 - Reunited

After the little jaunt into the veil Easton came home to find Bennie and Aidan snuggled up asleep in their bed. And though he took a quick picture of the cuteness he didn't wake them. The day after their schedules didn't quite line up but tonight? They finally get to see each other. Easton has ordered in, as neither of them really cook on any regular basis. It's just pizza and wings and garlic bread but it's pretty darn good for the West Coast. The food is setup on the island, but Easton is on the couch, a beer in one hand, Gunner's head in the other. The huge dog isn't on the couch though, just his head in Easotn's lap.

Bennie is walking around the apartment in the floral mumu she's redesigned with some lace and ribbon straps, making it look more fashionable and far less ancient grandmother. It's a type of style she's sold a few times on her webstore of re-loved clothing. She's leaning against the cabinets, picking apart a buffalo sauced chicken wing, getting the last bit of meat as from the bones. "So now that I'm all tip top are you going to let me give you tune up?" Sure she had reservations about being healed herself and risking the safety of their friends, but she has zero hesitation about offering the same to her boo.

Feeding the last of some crust to Gunner, Easton looks back over the couch at her upside down. He smiles and says, "If you want to rub your hands all over my naked scarred chest, I suppose I can be alright with it." He pushes Gunner's head off his lap and stands up to come towards her. He at least washes his hands before grabbing another slice of pizza. He grabs a bite before setting it back down to slip off his tee shirt. He's only wearing his super thin, slightly over sized shirts over his bandages. "Pretty sure it's healing up okay though, if you'd rather not."

Easton washes his hands, Bennie just sucks the sauce off of her fingers. Hopefully she has better hygiene habits when she's working. "It's one thing to get sexy scars from things like bar fights or saving baby kittens. Asshats with pyrotechnics? They don't deserve to mark you like that." Her saucy thumb gets suckled with a squeak before she gives twiddle fingers. "Let's see what we're working with. "Strip those strips, hot cakes."

"I do have some very sexy shrapnel wounds that I would like to keep if you don't mind." Easton grins and starts to do a sexy strip routine with his bandages. Okay, about as sexy a strip routine as one can do when peeling off used bandages from burns all over your chest which is to say, not at all sexy. He asks, "And you're right I need to start telling people I was blown up saving baby kittens. Totally my new answer to how I lost my leg."

Bennie gives a wiggle sway along with the imaginary music, giving the obligatory, "Woo! Take it all off baby!" No doubt if she had dollar bills on her person, they would be getting tucked into his waist band right about now. Once they bandages are gone though, she sobers a bit, looking at his angry and puckered skin covered in a thin layer of ointment so the gauze wouldn't stick overly much. "Mmm. Make sure there's, like, a rabid bear involved." She says distractedly as she finally reaches out for a towel to at least give her hands a quick wipe. "Okay, lessee. Does it hurt here?" She asks with an experimental lay of her hands along side the reddened skin.

The strip show does at least come with some hip thrusting and booty shaking. He shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair, as if shaking in on stage. But then the gauze is off and he looks down at his chest with a wince. It's a mess. Parts of his arms and chest are still peeling and red. He nods at the comment about the bear, barely hearing what she's saying. His mouth opens and his teeth touch as she asks if it hurts. "Yup." The answer isn't a complaint but he doesn't look super happy about it.

At the wince, Bennie can't help but give a little teasing laugh, "Oooh, so we were playing tough guy, huh? Yeah." But her eyes are awash with sympathy as she shifts her hand slightly away from the margins. "So when we go on our trip at Christmas, you gonna haul me off to one of those pint sized restrooms on the plane and induct me into the mile high club?" The warmth starts to spread as she talks, instead of needing to concentrate, she's instead trying to distract Easton from the discomfort entirely. It's a tactic she employs in the ambulance. "I'll wear a skirt so you can just hike it up, and you'll have to give a few fingers to suck on so I don't make too much noise and alert the flight attendant." Her tongue rests lightly between partially parted lips as she feels the last of the injury completely reverse. She immediately brightens out her sultry exposition with a sudden, "All done!"

Easton doesn't actually need to be distracted. He's literally sewn himself up before. That said, he is hardly complaining as Bennie starts going into detail about this little mile high club expedition. His brows raise at the first question and he answers, "I think we can manage that.." The warmth in his chest spreading out across his body and the talk of her hiking up her skirt has him letting out a soft "ooh" at that combination. "Are you trying to get me to drop my pants because I am thinking we should tape off a tiny square and practice our moves in tight corners." Once she declares him down he reaches out to give her a big bear hug and spin her around if she lets him.

And miracle of all miracles, Bennie doesn't flinch when she's suddenly hugged up against him, her head thrown back in a laugh as he spins her around. At the end of the twirl she latches her legs around his waist, not so much as an encouragement about his little scenario as not wanting to give up the embrace. They've gotten better about her koala bear latch with his leg, but it took practice to get here. "Careful now, I just got the worst of it. Figure we could spread it out a bit if you're not in too much pain. A couple of days if it still looks gnarly, I'll finish you off."

Easton laughs as he spins with her, carefully stepping around his bad leg. He presses her up against the wall as she hooks her legs around him. "I've managed with much worse than this." His chest doesn't feel great if he's being honest, but he's ignored much more pain in the pursuit of a good time. He nods and leans his head to her ear and whispers, "Can I just say how much I don't want to be careful?" He kisses it lightly before pulling back to give her a look. He manages to say with a straight face, "I don't think you're going to have to try too hard to finish me off."

And it feels so damned good to just have her in his arms. To have her wrapped around him. He can almost forget about what he needs to talk to her about. He could choose to put it off. Something like concern flashes across his face before he pushes that away, wanting to steal at least a few more moments of happiness.

"Well the good news is, you don't have any stitches to worry about ripping open?" With Bennie's back trapped up against the wall, it gives her a little more leeway to move and with an little nonsensical song of just, "Do do do do...," she risks taking an arm down from his shoulders to start finger walking up the hem of her nightgown. It ceases though when she sees that flicker of something across his face, assuming it's pain related and her resulting pout is epic. "Poor baby."

"That is good news." He adjusts his arms to make it easier to support her but it means he doesn't have a hand free to help that hem up and along. He looks down at it with interest thought and leans his forehead towards hers to watch with rapt attention. And then she's stopping and pouting at him and he says, "What? No. No poor baby. Just happy, happy man." As if to prove that he kisses her. A kiss that tries to be gentle and first but moves into an urgent, needed kiss soon there after. He manages to get out a few words in between his mouth covering hers, pressing his tongue forward, "... missed this..." and then "...missed you..." Because this what they were, an inseparable, insatiable cleaving to one another that was overwhelming and all encompassing.

But then things pushed between them and they suddenly became very separate-able. It's almost as if he's trying to drive out all of the physical space that separates them, to not allow anything room to get between.

It's amazing what Bennie perceived as Easton saving her life has done for her hangups regarding Gohl (no matter how much he might deny it), as if that helped chase away the underlying issues with touching and being touched. It's still something she intends to seek therapy for, that along with her other longer-standing issues, but for now it's banished to the back of her mind so she can just enjoy the freeness of their kiss once more.

He's talking, but every time she goes to respond to one of those quick comments, his mouth is on hers again. So when she can't get a word in edgewise, she dissolves into snickers and laughter against the press of his mouth. Finally she twists her face away enough so she can say, "Take me to the nearest horizontal surface, or lose me forever." And look, she's even butchering a quote from Top Gun.

And of course Bennie now is able to get over her hangups. He tries not to think about that now, and just enjoy this moment. He could curse whoever is in charge of cosmic timing that he just crossed a line he had only been flirting with before right before she's able to cross this one. But her body pressed against his bare, mostly healed torso and the feel of her ass in his arms and her legs around his butt are very, very good distractions. Excellent distractions.

"There aren't any horizontal surfaces in airplane bathrooms you realize." He teases her, his light scruff scraping her cheek as he whispers it into her ear like a secret for just them.

But he does take her to the couch. Gunner takes one look at the two of them and somehow just knows that it's crate time, he wanders off for the spare room. Easton does his best to sit down on the couch, though it's a bit much with his leg so there is a little bit more of a flop back, but it just makes him laugh. Too damn happy to have her in his arms again.

There is a little yip of a squeal as they go tumbling back on the cushions, Bennie pitches forward a little too much, clipping her forehead against his with a little thunk that has her sitting up in his laugh and rubbing her skull ruefully. Lately, this is the part where she'd be reaching for the handcuffs and dragging his arms up over his head, but this time when she reaches for his wrist it's only to direct his fingers to her jaw so she can nestle her cheek against his palm. "I love you."