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[paterelohim]

Who: Chuck Shurley and YOU.
When: Friday-Sunday of the event
Where: all over the place! (and Purgatory)
Summary: Rule 63 is fun.
Warnings: TBD.

[Chuck is having a weird week- as is the rest of the city. After spending the first half of the week going through various and sundry traumatizing experiences, he- she decides to get out into the world and spend the weekend basically being irresponsible. Except at night, when she's in Purgatory, doing her new managerial duties and busily drinking on the job.

Friday is for lurking around various bars and restaurants, engaging in some healthy day drinking and wasting money on arcade games. She's pretty convinced that she's awesome at air hockey when she's drunk. Which is a lie.

On Saturday, she spends a lot of the day roaming around the Underground Mall vicinity aimlessly and eating weird bacon-based foods. She might also be sitting in a city square on the edge of a huge fountain, tongue sticking out in concentration as she busily paints what appears to be a... giant invisible dog.

Sunday has her in a park somewhere, playing an expensive-looking acoustic guitar- mostly Simon & Garfunkle, the Beatles, whatever she can remember without too many mistakes. Which isn't always successful. She's singing softly, too, trying to get used to her new, very unfamiliar voice.]


(ooc: A couple closed threads are posted below, but everything else is totally open!)

Comments

[magnetic_magpie]

Good.

[It's murmured, with just enough distance that he's not breathing it onto her skin.

He runs his finger tips down her spine, the cloth no impediment of his powers, coaxing.]

[matereloah]

[She shivers, eyes slipping shut. This is probably the part where she pulls away or shakes him off, but he's slipped his fingers in somewhere between the inflamed ache and the soothing relaxation-relief and she can't think of a real reason why it should stop.]

Can you even reach the rest?

[There's no reason it should stop, and he should see to the other scratches. That bite. It might get infected, and he should see it. Make the dull throbbing pain stop.]

[magnetic_magpie]

Easily, yes.

[He keeps petting her back softly, backs of his fingers gliding over her back. He knows there's more injury than what he's seeing.]

[matereloah]

You don't need to see it?

[Softly. The fingers down her spine make her shiver.]

[magnetic_magpie]

Seeing helps. Just seeing nerves and blood vessels only show so much.

[He keeps stroking along her back, leaning just a little closer.]

[matereloah]

[He's touching a lot. She wonders vaguely if he would be touching like this if she were still a guy. The answer is no, of course. But it's hard to care with the touching and the closeness and the warm veil of alcohol wrapped around them both.]

I should just- [She shrugs the sweater off at last, getting her arms out of it with some relief. It was getting too warm anyway, and she lets out a sigh of relief at having the itchy weight finally off her sensitive, healing skin. In all her movements, her long hair is falling down her back now and getting entirely in the way, the tie having come off a while ago. She just hunches a little, self-conscious about the bruises, teeth marks, scratches, and that one bite.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He probably would be, at least right now, between being lonely and the alcohol.

He moves her hair instantly, gently combing his fingers through it, starting to braid it neatly, but not tightly and uses a washer to make clip to hold it up.]

Just relax and let me fix this.

[matereloah]

[She doesn't answer right away. Christ, having her hair brushed - braided - feels incredible. Her eyes close in relaxation, breaths coming a little slower. His knuckles brushing her skin makes her open her eyes again.]

Yeah... sure.

[magnetic_magpie]

[He's fairly talented at braiding hair - or just brushing it. Once it's secured, he trails his fingers over her skin, studying her back.

He traces the worst bite with a fingertip, slowly working the nerves to ease the pain.]

You mind if I wash this? I don't want it to get infected.

[matereloah]

Yeah. [She breathes.] Sure.

[Frankly, if he keeps doing that, he can do anything he wants. She shivers very slightly.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He works the tap in the restroom, filling a washbasin with warm water, pulling it in, and snagging a cloth with a screwdriver, without moving from her back. He sits it on the hood of the car, picking up the washcloth and wetting it, holding it to her back.]

[matereloah]

[She bows her head forward and leans into his hand very, very slightly. The warm water still feels cool on her skin, but pleasantly so. She finds that she's extremely aware of every movement he makes, every little touch piercing the pleasant fuzz of alcohol.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He holds it, keeping it warm without it being hot, gently stroking sore and inflamed muscles to relax, coaxing throbbing nerves to calm, letting the water and heat soft the scab enough so that he can properly clean it.]

Still feel ok? Not too hot?

[matereloah]

[She does feel a little overly warm, but the water itself is fine. The cleaning isn't the most pleasant thing in the world, but he's so calming, soothing the tension, pain, and stress from her knotted inflamed muscles- forcibly banishing the stress of lifetimes.]

No. [She turns her head a little.] I'm okay.

[magnetic_magpie]

[He rewets the cloth, then presses it back against skin, leaning into her space a little.]

I'm glad.

[Magneto continues to run his fingers over her back, making a little more physical contact now that it wouldn't hurt her.]

[matereloah]

Mmmm.

[A noncommittal half-sigh as she shifts a little under his touch, leaning into it a little. God, she misses being touched- she misses touching and she misses having her easy bond with Erik, draping all over each other like relaxed teenagers and kicking each other on the couch for no reason.

She' was never this aware of it before, but they used to touch each other all the fucking time. Constantly, it felt like, always touching. Always. The touching never felt like this, with gentle hands and an electrifying shiver running through her but maybe that's just because she never paid so sharp attention to it before, and never tracked every tiny movement and noticed how close his hands came to her bra strap or the bottom of her tank top.

It should be weirder than it is, but she can't think of much of anything past enjoying it and not wanting him to stop seeing to the bite wound.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He answers her with his own noncommittal sound, and he's aware of the heat simmering under his skin, not just from the contact but from something else. Something he distantly recognizes as jealousy and possessiveness, as anger than some one had hurt something of his. He slides a little closer to her, kinetically grabbing the first aid box - a well stocked tool box, really - and lifting it over to bandage the bite and finish cleaning it.]

[matereloah]

[When Erik is bandaging and cleaning her up, she quietly speaks up.]

You haven't even asked where how I got them.

[magnetic_magpie]

You wouldn't even admit you were injured. I don't want to push if it means you're going to ignore treatment for injuries.

[Quietly but heated.]

[matereloah]

Oh. Kay.

[She can feel the anger in his voice and his breath on her neck. Something drives her to say-]

I got them from Meg. She was possessing this girl I go to, and she wouldn't let me leave.

[magnetic_magpie]

[Worst way to put that. But Magneto scoots closer, drawing Chuck closer, voice possessive and rough.]

You ok?

[matereloah]

[She lets out a gasp of air, startled by the sudden half-embrace and the contact that's impossible to ignore now, her back pressed to his chest, his lips near her ear. She's remarkably relaxed but with a little thread of tension at the- the everything.]

Oh yeah. [She thinks she's being honest.] I haven't even thought about it.

[Aka she's deliberately trying not to. Healthy.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He's ok with it too, lightly almost-not-there brushing his lips against her ear as he wraps his arm around her a little more.]

I'm glad.

[It's soft, not whispered, but not meant to carry.]

[matereloah]

[The lips make it real, what's happening. She realizes what's about to happen in a crystal-clear rush, and realizes she doesn't want to stop it, and is even enjoying this. When did that happen, wanting to be wrapped up in her best friend on the hood of a car, tangled together and about to kiss? When did that become okay?

His whisper sweeps away a few more brain cells. She turns her head a fraction, just enough to make those lips a little more barely-there.]

I just. Want to forget about it.

[magnetic_magpie]

I'll do what I can to-

[He doesn't know when this happened either, but it's lacking in okay-feeling to him. It feels good, really and he wants it, wants her curled up in his arms, wants her fingers over his skin.]

-help you forget.

[This aside, he means, really does means taking care of her injuries so they don't become an issue.

But he's lowering his head a little more, lips closer to hers until the brush, kissing her gently, tenderly almost, but his arm around her is a little more firm.]