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Post by Caebeeb on Jan 27, 2014 23:49:18 GMT -5
Rylan cast a quick glance at her partner as he was questioned, turning her head to openly stare at him as he spoke down about himself while talking her up. She frowned, confusion in her eyes. What was he doing? Henry chuckled at Clark's response, nodding his head thoughtfully. "Yes, and perhaps that's all true. But this simply boils down to whether you accomplished the mission and whether you both made it out alive." He cast a quick glance at Helen, "And I believe you two did just that." He turned his eyes back to the young pair with a smile, "Now, I don't understand why you both choose to so openly question the partnership decision that we made," he split a glance between the two of them, "But the partnership stays. You're dismissed." Rylan nodded her head, a bit surprised, but quickly got to her feet. She disappeared down the hall to her room, not bothering to thank Clark for what he had said, the criticism she had just received still playing on a loop in her mind.
That night, Rylan suddenly sat bolt upright in bed as she awoke, a hand going to her chest as she gulped down air, glancing around the room. Shrouded in a weightless blanket of moonlight, she caught her breath, staring out her window. Her terrible dream had been comprised of Dvorkin's death, as well as the deaths of several others, but what stood out the most was the memory of her parents being shot right before her eyes. She got to her feet, trying to shake off the sensation as she reached for her phone. She called her brother, and then her aunt and uncle, but no one bothered to answer, much to her discomfort. She put her phone back on her nightstand, her arms coming to wrap around herself. She stared out at the moon that hung in the sky, a haunting emptiness in her heart. All the terrible memories came crashing back and she flinched as she felt a single tear roll down her cheek, as though the trail it left were painful. Before she could fully comprehend what she was doing, she found her legs carrying her through her doorway and toward Clark's room. She paused as she reached his door, tentatively knocking on the wood. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing. She just needed something, someone, to fill that lonely space in her heart, to take away the memories that haunted her with abandon. Clark was probably the last person she should logically be turning to. He probably didn't want to see or talk to her, but frankly, she didn't care at the moment. As soon as the door was opened she crossed the space between them and leaned up on her toes, hers lips finding his as she squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't think, she just reacted, the pain in her mind melting away. She ran her hands up over his chest and the back of his neck, knotting her fingers in his dark locks, kissing him harder. She pressed her body against his, pulling his lower lip between her teeth as she nipped him gently before running her tongue lightly over the abused. What surprised her the most was that there was no alcohol in her system tonight.
Heath frowned as she turned her back on him, his eyes still focused on her. He sighed at her words, "You were perfectly fine with me sleeping out here the first night, so what's the big deal now?" Folding his arms over his chest, he leaned back against the couch, not sure why they were arguing over where they slept. He didn't understand why she was being so stubborn about something so trivial. He nudged her hip with his foot, "Go sleep in the bed, Sophia," he murmured. "I'd feel better knowing you weren't sleeping on the floor." He nudged her again before leaning over and pulling the blanket off of her. He propped his elbows on his knees, raising his brows as he watched her. If telling her wouldn't work, surely taking away her only source of warmth would. "Please, Sophia, just go to bed. I'm tired, and this couch is uncomfortable. I'm sure the floor is worse. What is the point of having a bed and not using it? If you slept in there, at least one of us would be comfortable." He leaned back once more, his eyes tired as he waited for her to, hopefully, listen to him and go to bed.
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Post by Pirate on Jan 28, 2014 0:17:43 GMT -5
Clark was a little surprised that his plan had worked and he couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. As they were dismissed, he followed his partner out of the room, only to have her practically run to get away from him. Not even a thank you for his help? He sighed and shook his head, starting back to his room to change into casual clothing and then return to the garage. He worked on his latest project for a while before calling it a night and returning upstairs. The halls were empty and he realized it was the middle of the night. He had been downstairs longer than he thought. He went to his room and quickly shucked off the grease stained clothing, stepping into a warm shower. He was tired, but he had a feeling he still wasn't going to get much sleep. He pulled on a pair of pajama pants only to hear a knock at his door. Curious as to who was, he walked over and pulled the door open, surprised to find Rylan standing there. "Any reason-" he began only to be cut off as she moved forward and crushed her lips against his. He barely had time to react as he stumbled a few steps backward, his hands going to her waist to steady her. They slipped further around as he pulled her closer, his initial reaction to the passionate kiss she had suddenly thrown on him. However, he quickly came to his senses and broke the kiss as he gently pried her off of him, confusion fogging his blue eyes as he pushed his bedroom door shut so they could talk in privacy. "What was that for?" he asked, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "A thank you maybe for covering your ass back there?" he pressed further, raising an eyebrow.
Sophia snorted at his remark. "That was before you were shot multiple times." She fell silent again and let her eyes fall shut, ignoring his protests and attempts to move her from her spot. When he pulled the blanket off, she sighed in annoyance and pushed herself back up into a sitting position. "Why does it matter where I sleep, Heath? I want you in the bed because you're injured and I would be more than happy to take the couch. But since you refuse, I'm forced to stay on the floor. Give me the blanket and go to sleep," she snapped, holding her hand out for the warm fabric. "And stop being so chivalrous. It's annoying." She had grown irritated with his constant fight against everything she said. Not to mention she was tired and had been awoken from a very pleasant dream unpleasantly, so she wasn't exactly in the best mood at the moment. |
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Post by Caebeeb on Jan 28, 2014 0:44:07 GMT -5
Rylan furrowed her brow as he broke the kiss, a bit frustrated as she took a step back from him, watching as he closed the door. She folded her arms over her chest in response to his questions, suddenly self-conscious about the thin gray t-shirt and black cotton shorts she wore. She frowned, not answering him at first. Why was she there? Glancing away from him, she shrugged her shoulder, "Like you said, partners hook up all the time," she said as nonchalantly as she could. She turned her eyes back to him, a frown twisting her lips. "Why would you purposely down yourself like that in front of them?" she countered. "You didn't do anything wrong. I deserved the criticism. Granted, Helen Evans has been on my case since I started here, but still. You made it sound like you were some grease monkey, when in reality, you saved my life." She shook her head, "You're easily my equivalent, if not my superior." She locked her eyes with his, "But thanks. I guess I owe you more than my life now." Though she spoke a bit harshly, it was easily the nicest thing she had ever said to him, and she meant every word.
Heath frowned at her words, setting his hard eyes on hers. He was a little hurt that she seemed to find him so annoying, but he was almost glad to see that she was a bit irritated with him. When she was done with her little rant, he smirked. "You honestly expect me to give your back your blanket? Wouldn't that be the chivalrous thing to do?" he smirked. He held the fabric to his chest, folding his arms over it. "If you can get your blanket back, I'll let you sleep on the couch," he said simply, a challenging look in his eyes. He knew he was far stronger than her and she couldn't be able to get the blanket back, even if he was injured. "Sorry I'm such a jerk that I think you deserve to sleep somewhere comfortable.
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Post by Pirate on Jan 28, 2014 0:53:12 GMT -5
Clark practically snorted as she threw his words back at him but let her continue speaking. He sighed at her question and ran his fingers through his hair. "Because I don't care about this stuff nearly as much as you do. I would rather be a grease monkey than a top notch super spy. I didn't come here for the job, I came for the tools," he admitted. He was a little touched by her words but didn't show it considering the tough girl act she was still putting on. "Let's just forget this whole thing ever happened and move on with our lives," he said, pulling the door open once more and gesturing for her to leave. "And maybe partners hook up all the time, but that's not you and you know it," he added, waiting for her to walk past.
Sophia huffed in annoyance as he gave her an ultimatum she couldn't possibly win. "Fine," she said angrily, laying back down and curling up into a ball. She was too stubborn at the moment to let him win, so she'd suffer without the blanket. She sighed in irritation and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the chill of the room. |
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Post by Caebeeb on Jan 28, 2014 1:07:12 GMT -5
Rylan frowned at his explanation, opening her mouth to speak, but promptly shutting it as she thought better of the action. Her face fell slightly as he simply rejected her and opened the door, the prospect of going back to her shadowy room sparking fresh tears in her eyes. She glanced away from him, clenching her jaw. She straightened her shoulders slightly, attempting to gather her dignity as she walked past him. "You don't know me, Clark," she muttered to him as she left. She made her way through the cold halls and back to her room, curling up under the blankets on her bed and falling into a fitful sleep.
Heath frowned as she stubbornly curled back up on the floor. He rolled his eyes, getting to his feet with an annoyed huff. He gently grasped her wrists and hauled her to her feet. He sat her down on the couch, tossing the blanket over her before bending to pick up the pillow and hand it to her. "You're a real brat, Sophia," he murmured, turning to head into the bedroom. He slipped under the blankets, closing his tired eyes. He fell asleep quickly, ignoring the fact that the other half of the bed was cold.
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Post by Pirate on Jan 28, 2014 1:19:43 GMT -5
Clark sighed as she walked out, realizing that somewhere along the way he had offended her. He didn't understand why, he had simply kept her from making a mistake he knew she'd regret.. He closed the door and walked to his bed, sliding in under the covers and flipping the light off. He stared up at the blank ceiling for a long time before sleep finally claimed him, briefly.
Sophia hid her triumph as he got up and helped her to her feet, her stiff joints cracking and revealing her previous discomfort. She settled onto the couch, still warm from his body heat. She pulled the blanket up and accepted the pillow, smiling graciously at him when he spoke. "Love you too," she muttered sarcastically before settling into her much comfier bed. It took her a little longer to fall asleep this time, her thoughts returning to her dream and hoping that perhaps it would pick up where it left off before she had been rudely awoken. |
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Post by Caebeeb on Jan 28, 2014 1:31:06 GMT -5
Rylan awoke early the next morning, wasting no time before she got up and changed into a pair of running shorts, a sports bra, and a loose racer back. She tugged her hair into a ponytail and slid on a pair of tennis shoes before heading to the back most corner of the immense building. When she reached the gym, she settled herself into a nice running pace on the indoor track. She tried to push all thoughts of her family from her mind, and tried desperately to suppress the memory of her encounter with Clark the previous night. She simply wanted to clear her head and get in a good workout.
Heath turned onto his side with a groan, awakening the next morning to painful wounds and a sore body. What was new? He pushed himself to his feet, grabbing a change of clothes on his way to the bathroom. He showered and redressed his wounds quickly, stepping out of the bathroom in only a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. He made his way into the kitchen to take his medication, feeling far worse than he had the day before. He certainly hoped Sophia didn't expect him to continue with the case today. He limped back to the bedroom, lowering himself onto the bed with a grunt, his hands coming up to cover his face. He closed his eyes as he ran a hand through his damp hair, letting out a pained breath.
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Post by Pirate on Jan 28, 2014 1:44:16 GMT -5
When Clark woke up the next morning, he had barely gotten any rest. Thoughts of the mission and Rylan had plagued him all night, even into his dreams. Determined to shake it all off, he immediately changed into his grungy clothes and went to the garage to mess around with a new engine idea he had. Even with all the time he had spent in the garage lately, he had barely gotten anything done. He'd often find himself spacing out or doing the same thing over again. He'd even messed up a couple of times and had to completely rewire the machine so he could start again. But today, he was determined to focus.
Sophia woke at some point in the morning, stretching out the length of the couch as her stiff joints popped and cracked in protest. She sighed and got up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She got to her feet slowly and glanced toward the kitchen, noticing that Heath hadn't appeared yet to her knowledge. She decided to start on breakfast, going with a simple bacon and eggs with toast. When she had finished preparing the food, she leaned in the doorway of the bedroom and poked her head in. "Heath?" she asked gently, unsure if he was awake. "I made breakfast. Would you like me to put a movie in?" |
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Post by Caebeeb on Jan 28, 2014 1:58:54 GMT -5
Rylan laced her fingers and put her hands on the top of her head as she came to a stop, catching her breath. She decided the few miles she did was enough for the day and headed back to her room. She showered and dried her hair before pulling on a pair of straight-legged jeans, a white tank top, and a red flannel, leaving it unbuttoned. She slipped on a pair of shoes, trying to decide on what she wanted to do to waste her time for the day. Her thoughts drifted back to Clark, and she realized she had yet to enter his beloved garage where he seemed to spend all of his time. Deciding to go find her partner rather than focus on evaluating her latest mission, she headed out of her room and made her way to the garage. As she stepped into the large hanger, she glanced around, seeing a few different mechanics before she finally spotted Clark. She headed over to him, stopping a few feet away to cross her arms over her chest and examine what he was currently working on. When she finally decided that she didn't have a clue, she glanced at him, "What are you working on?" she inquired, quirking a brow. She was working hard to be friendly, but her back was still a little stiff from last night.
Heath glanced up as he heard his partner's soft voice at the door. "I'm not hungry," he murmured before dropping his head back onto his pillow. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on anything other than the pain that was flowing freely through his body. He was desperate for his medication to kick in. He clenched his jaw, the muscles there jumping with the exertion. He finally pushed himself into a sitting position, "Could you bring me an ice pack?" he asked quietly. He wasn't sure if it would help, but if it cooled his inflamed skin, he'd gladly take it. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, unwinding the gauze from his abdomen and leaving only the large bandage over the wound. Around the edges of the material, his skin was raised slightly, and a rather angry red. He frowned, hoping that his wounds hadn't gotten infected. Maybe it was irritated from rubbing on his shirt. He certainly hoped that was the case, as he didn't want to delay their mission any longer.
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Post by Pirate on Jan 28, 2014 2:12:54 GMT -5
Clark hadn't noticed anyone arrive until Rylan's voice shocked him into reality. He looked up from the bolt he was wrenching in, straightening and wiping the sweat from his brow. He cleaned his hands on the towel attached to his belt loop and glanced down at the engine in front of him. "Just transforming this gas engine into a hydro-electric combination that can travel more than a hundred miles on one tank," he said, glancing down at his handiwork. He moved toward his little table with his tools laid neatly across it and picked up one, walking back to the engine and glancing over at her. "What are you doing down here?" he asked, genuinely curious about why she had sought him out. She'd never shown her face in his little strip of territory before. And he was curious why she sought him out at all, especially after the previous night. The only thing he could come up with was maybe she had come to mention their next mission. He used the wire cutters he had picked up to snap to cables in half before rewiring them elsewhere.
Sophia frowned slightly as he brushed off her offer of food, lingering a moment longer as she searched for something to say. When he asked for an ice pack, she nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. A few moments later, she returned with a bag of frozen peas, bringing it to him and sitting down on the bed beside him. "Are you okay?" she asked with concern, glancing down at his injury. She wasn't great with first-aid but she had a feeling that his wound was getting worse. "should I call a doctor?" she asked, her eyebrows dipping in concern. |
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Post by Caebeeb on Jan 28, 2014 2:32:50 GMT -5
Rylan tilted her head slightly as he explained his project, nodding her head, "Cool. That's impressive." She watched him momentarily before turning her eyes back to the engine, shrugging at his question. "I'm occupying myself until someone calls on me to crunch their tax numbers for them," she chuckled. She glanced back at him, "I was just curious about what you do," she murmured as she glanced around, "I've never been out here before." She turned her eyes to some of the other mechanics, waving at Jim as he stepped away from the repairs he was making on a plane and caught sight of her. Turning to face Clark once more she suddenly frowned, "Why? Am I in your way?" she asked, straightening up slightly. She felt out of her element down here, but it hadn't really crossed her mind that she would be annoying the other spy and interfering with his work.
Heath glanced up as she returned with the requested item, taking the bag from her. He sighed at her question, "Just in a bit more pain that usual is all," he said simply. He pressed the frozen peas to his stomach, his abdominal muscle jumping as he flinched at the sudden cold. He frowned, turning his eyes to his partner. "No, don't. I doubt it's anything. My shirt and the bandage probably just irritated my skin. I'll be fine." He flinched again, his core tightening as he moved the peas. "You can go eat. I'm just going to sit here for a bit," he murmured with a soft sigh.
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Post by Pirate on Jan 28, 2014 2:46:03 GMT -5
Clark glanced up at her for a moment before looking back at the wires in front of him. "Not yet," he said with a slight shrug. He had a feeling it may offend her but he was too in the zone to care much. When he was focused like this, he paid less attention to others and their feelings and more to the engineering related thoughts whirling through his mind. He accidentally nicked the wrong wire and caused a spark, managing to burn his fingers. He recoiled with a hiss of pain and shook it off, taking that moment for a break. He leaned against the car and crossed his arms, looking up at her. "Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her questioningly. He wasn't easily fooled by facades like these and he was curious as to what her real motive was. "Trying to get into my bedroom again?" A faint smirk touched his lips as he teased her good naturedly.
Sophia sighed at his words but nodded, deciding not to interfere. She returned to the kitchen and ate in silence by herself. She cleaned up her dishes and put the leftovers in a storage container in case Heath wanted some later. When she was finished, she considered checking on him but figured he'd rather be alone. She instead went to the couch and flipped on the TV, putting on CNN. She wanted to go out and do more scouting but she didn't want to bother Heath in the bedroom. Maybe she'd use today as just a day of relaxation while he healed. Then they could get back to their mission and all would be well. |
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Post by Caebeeb on Jan 28, 2014 3:05:39 GMT -5
Rylan chuckled slightly at his response, "Fair enough," she murmured with a shrug, watching him curiously. Her brain functioned on numbers, and his seemed to work on wires, which fascinated her. She only really understood basic mechanics, so she was rather interested with Clark's work. She flinched slightly when he jerked away from the machinery, her brow furrowing with concern, "Are you okay?" she asked, amusement lacing her tone. A genuine frown creased her face at his question, and she shifted slightly, "I can be nice," she said defensively. Was she really that much of a jerk? His next question, though seemingly playful, caused her to stiffen slightly. She set her jaw before she forced herself to relax, "Don't you wish," she laughed, her full lips pulling up in a grin. "Hey, I was just a little tired of everyone else thinking they can place unwanted kisses on me. I was only giving you a taste of your own medicine," she smirked, referring to both him and Dvorkin. Her face fell slightly, though, as she referred to the dead man.
After a few minutes, Heath got to his feet, heading into the living room. He glanced at Sophia before looking up at the TV. He gave her a slight grin, "What? Are you taking the day off? You aren't injured," he teased, taking a seat next to her, but being sure to leave ample room between them. He didn't want a rerun of yesterday. He glanced down at his wound, muttering a curse before he got to his feet again. The peas had moistened his bandaged, and it was starting to pull away, allowing blood to leak out from beneath. He sighed as he walked into the bathroom, peeling of the bandage. He wasn't in the mood for redressing it, he wasn't in the mood for the pain he was in, he wasn't in the mood for much of anything. He cursed himself for being so stupid and getting shot. He'd now have four new scars to add to the collection -- if they ever healed.
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Post by Pirate on Jan 28, 2014 19:56:02 GMT -5
Clark waved off her words of worry. He had done a lot worse to himself working with machinery, especially when he was testing his new gadgets. He shrugged at her comment, rubbing an itch on his nose and successfully smudging grease there. "Okay." He felt a little awkward then, unsure of how to keep up a conversation with his partner. She had been so short with him and all down to business that they really hadn't connected on a social level. Rubbing at the newly growing stubble on his jaw, he glanced down at the car and had an idea. Maybe if she was trying to open up to him, he could see if he could evoke her fun side. He gave her a mischievous look before moving toward the car once more and closing the hood. "Have you ever test driven a Lamborghini around a race track just for the hell of it?" he asked, adding a devilish grin for emphasis. Before she could respond he motioned for her to follow him. He approached a sink and washed his hands and arms until they were clean enough before grabbing a pair of keys off of the wall and leading her toward the very car he had spoken of with a freshly black paint job. He opened the passenger door for her and got in the driver's seat himself, revving the engine and taking the beautiful machine out of the garage and toward the test track at the back of the institute. "Listen to that purr," he said with a wistful sigh. If only he could own one. Once the car was in position he got out and went to open her door. "Milady, if you don't mind taking the wheel."
Sophia shrugged at his words. "I didn't want to kick you out of the bedroom so I could change. So yes," she answered him with a slight smile, her eyes never leaving the screen. When he cursed, she shifted her gaze to him, watching as he got up with growing concern. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked, sitting up in case he needed her. |
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Post by Caebeeb on Jan 28, 2014 21:07:43 GMT -5
Rylan nodded slightly at his short reply, glancing down at her feet. The awkward feeling was practically tangible as silence hung in the air. That's when it dawned on her that she hadn't been very friendly with him during their mission. But what could she say? They had had a job to do, there wasn't much time for pleasantries. She cleared her throat, just about to say she had to go when Clark spoke up. She raised a brow at his question, chuckling at his expression, even more so when she noticed the grease on his nose. "I can't say I have," she murmured, following him to the sink. She trailed behind him curiously as he grabbed the set of keys and led her to the beautiful car. "Thanks," she murmured as he opened her door, slipping in. She glanced at him as he started the car, laughing at his statement. "Someone's in love," she sang as he came to a stop. She watched him as he got out and came to her door, staring up at him in surprise at his words. "You want me to drive?" she asked, a bit incredulous. She stepped out of the car, reaching up to wipe the grease off his nose as a sly grin spread across her lips. "Well, I certainly wouldn't refuse that offer." She headed around to the driver's side, sliding into the seat and shutting the door. She glanced at her partner as she put it in gear, excitement in her eyes. She'd never driven something so utterly gorgeous, not to mention expensive. She turned her eyes out the front window as she eased the car forward, before quickly and steadily raising the speed as she maneuvered around the track. She laughed as she gripped the wheel, "I get why you spend so much time out here!" After a few laps she came to a smooth stop, leaning back against the seat with a grin, "That was awesome," she breathed.
Heath lifted his head at Sophia's words, stepping into the bathroom doorway. "Can you come help me redress these?" he asked quietly, moving back into the small room to lean heavily against the sink. He grabbed a few supplies and set them on the small counter before resting against the cabinet. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, letting out a soft breath, wishing the pain away.
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Post by Pirate on Jan 28, 2014 21:38:33 GMT -5
Clark shrugged nonchalantly at her statement. "I mean, I'll do it if you don't want to," he teased, giving her a cheeky grin. He glanced at her curiously as she touched his nose, realizing he had a grease spot there and letting out a chuckle. He slid into the soft leather of the passenger seat, letting out a satisfied sigh. He glanced over at her, amused by the excitement in her eyes. This was definitely not a side of her he had seen and admittedly, he found it absolutely adorable. As she drove around the track, he muttered little instructions here and there for her to help her make the turns smoother and what not. When she stopped the car, he couldn't help but laugh at her reaction to the whole thing. "You're too cute," he chuckled, glancing over at her. Realizing he had said what he was thinking aloud, his smile faded into something more serious. Without thinking, he leaned over the console and cupped her cheek, pressing his lips firmly to hers, caught up in the moment.
Sophia got to her feet when he requested her help, following him into the bathroom. She grabbed some swabs and as gently as she could, disinfected the wound before carefully placing the bandage over it. She picked up the gauze and began to wrap it around his torso, trying not to stand too close to him as she reached around him to grab the roll out of her other hand. When she finished, she put the supplies away and washed her hands, glancing up at him. "Will you eat now? You need food in your system if you want to get better quickly," she said, trying to be convincing. |
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Post by Caebeeb on Jan 28, 2014 22:13:55 GMT -5
Rylan turned her head toward Clark, a grin still etched on her lips. She chuckled at his words, shrugging her shoulder, "I can't tell you how often I've heard that," she joked, though she was a bit surprised at his statement. Was he just kidding or being serious? Her smile slowly fell as his face grew serious and she parted her lips to ask what was wrong. His sudden action took her off guard, but she found herself returning the kiss. She gently pulled away from him, placing a gentle hand on his chest as she stared at him. She was confused. One minute he was kissing her, the next he was shooing her out of his room, and then he was back to kissing her. She glanced away from him, "Stop toying with me, Clark. Please," she murmured with a frown. She got out of the car abruptly, making her way back toward the Institute.
Heath gave his partner a soft smile as she came in to help him, grateful for her assistance. He flinched as she touched him, clenching his jaw slightly. He noticed the distance she gave him, a frown on his lips. When she had finished, he gazed down at her, his eyes soft. He didn't hear her request as he stared at her, taking in her pretty features. He didn't quite understand the feeling that came over him. She was wonderful, but he had vowed to himself not to bother her again. His eyes betrayed the conflict he was having with his inner self. Before he could evaluate the situation any further, he gently grasped her waist, pulling her closer to him as he ducked his head, pressing his lips to hers.
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Post by Pirate on Jan 28, 2014 22:31:52 GMT -5
When Rylan broke away, he frowned, sitting back in his seat. As she began to exit the car, he protested. "Ry-" She was out before he got anything further out. He angrily slammed his fist on the dashboard, leaning his head back against the headrest. He was an idiot. He couldn't get his emotions straight around her. First she wanted to be professional so he backed down and then she was showing up in his room unexpectedly. He didn't understand women. Either way, it didn't matter. He screwed up any chance he had with her now if it wasn't when he tried to take advantage of her while he was helping her get dressed. He got out of the car and angrily slammed the door, getting in the driver's seat and taking the car back to it's place in the garage. He was too worked up to get back to his project so he went up to his room instead and showered off.
Sophia waited for him to respond, her eyes searching his as he stared at her. She began to feel uncomfortable under his gaze and she looked down, opening her mouth to prompt him to eat, unsure of what was wrong with him. She was surprised as he pulled her closer, his lips capturing hers. This time she melted into the kiss, her hands sliding up his chest and around his neck. It was what she had wanted after her dream the previous night, but she knew it was wrong. She broke the kiss but didn't move away from him, instead resting her forehead against his. She didn't want to move away and make him think that it wasn't what she wanted, because it was. "Heath," she breathed in exasperation, squeezing her eyes shut. "We can't." She hated that she had to be the responsible one here. She wanted to just let go and let him sweep her off her feet, but that was putting their mission and careers in jeopardy.
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Post by Caebeeb on Jan 28, 2014 22:58:34 GMT -5
Moving quickly, with her head down, Rylan entered the Institute, heading up to her room. She didn't know what to do with herself. She was a mess. Her whole life was a mess. Her remaining family practically ignored her. She was attracted to her partner, but felt like she was both giving and receiving mixed signals. He had made it clear that she would be nothing more to him than a hook-up, but he had flatly turned her away when she showed up at his door. At the same time, she had been an idiot for even showing up to his room. To top it all off, she had gotten steam-rolled for her poor performance in her last mission. She glanced up at a knock at her door, making her way over to open it. She gave a half-hearted smile at the man in her doorway, recognizing him as the messenger the higher-ups often used to distribute mission objectives when they were too tied up to do it themselves. "You're latest. You leave tomorrow night. Have fun in the U.S.," he said with a smile. "Thanks," Rylan muttered as she took the folder and closed the door on the man. She tossed the folder on her bed, not wanting to deal with Clark at the moment. She had to get herself under control. She had to be all-business with him. It was the only way to protect her fragile heart. She sat down beside the folder on her bed, staring out her window.
Heath tugged her closer at her positive response, his arms encircling her waist as he kissed her with a bit more passion. He sighed as she pulled away, expecting her to break away from him and go running out the door. He was more than pleased as she surprised him by remaining in his arms, a spark of hope lighting a small flame inside his chest. He gazed at her as she leaned her forehead to his, closing his eyes at her words. "Sophia," he murmured, "We only have to act professionally outside of these walls. So why can't we?" He gave her a soft smile before catching her lips again, pushing away the protesting thoughts. They wouldn't put the mission in jeopardy, they just had to do their jobs when the time came, and he refused to let anything happen to her. He wouldn't lose her like his last partner. A niggling in the back of his mind said otherwise, though. It would hurt twice as badly for both of them if anything happened to either of them. Could he bear that? Could she?
[xD I had to look that up, but that's funny. I could see that, I suppose.]
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Post by Pirate on Jan 28, 2014 23:15:39 GMT -5
Clark heard a knock at his door and he tugged on a shirt and cotton pajama bottoms quickly. He wouldn't be surprised if it was Rylan. When he opened the door he discovered it wasn't. Instead he was handed his next mission. Sighing, he set it on his bedside table and sat on the bed, rubbing his temples as he tried to figure out what to do with his partner. He would just have to feel it out through the next mission. He had a feeling she was going to shut him out, though. He'd crossed a line in the car. He angrily kicked a shoe by his bed and decided to just call it a night, sliding under the covers and waiting for sleep.
Sophia bit her lip at his words, confused about what she should do. Should she follow her heart or mind. He had made a valid point. But what about when they weren't inside these walls anymore and were back at the institute? She was about to bring up her argument when he captured her lips again and chased away all of her negative thoughts. Why couldn't she do something for herself for once? She let go of her worries and instead cleared her mind, focusing on just him for now. She ran her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, tilting her chin up more to give him better access to her lips. She pressed closer to him, allowing herself to get lost in the moment for once in her life.
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