blameless mingle

[beathach]

Who: Blameless crew and visitors!
Broadcast: if you want
Action: Blameless
When: All of February

[it's a mingle! And of course, there's an activated device which may or may not be causing hijinks]

Comments

[beathach]

Maybe I did. Or maybe you infected me.

[or they infected each other, who knows. He shifts so she can sit down on him, grinning wider. It was only a matter of time until he took his rightful spot as her chair]

If it was important I'd keep working. [he kisses her nose] But it's not.

[athru]

[ Her nose wrinkles even as she makes herself comfortable. ]

Maybe we infected each other.

[ Gross, that's gross, how sappy? She's not really down for that but she can't find any reason to argue about it right now, not when she can lean close and just be content and pleased with the fact that she's wrapped up in her fiancé. ]

I can ask you how your day has been, then.

[beathach]

That's also a very big possibility.

[this is too sappy, viewers beware. He wraps his arms around her and hugs her close as she settles, content to have her there]

It's even better now.

[see? Sap]

[athru]

[ Tilting her head up, Raven leaves kisses against Hank's jaw before she hums. ]

Look at you, you big softie.

[ And then she kisses him properly. ]

Can I steal you for a cuddle?

[beathach]

[he huffs a little bit, nose wrinkling]

I'm a big softie now?

[any false offense is immediately gone thanks to the kiss, and he hums]

I think you can.

[athru]

You've always been a big softie.

[ Standing up, Raven takes both of his hands in hers and grins. ]

Come on. Walk with me.

[beathach]

Only in front of people I like. Charles would tell you otherwise.

[he lets her take his hands and gets to his feet, matching her grin]

Where are we going?

[like he doesn't know]

[athru]

I remember the fight. I thought you were wonderful, by the way.

[ Leaning up, she tilts her head and kisses him gently. ]

Back to bed?

[beathach]

Wait, which fight?

[she's seen him fight too many times. He leans down to meet her for the kiss and as he leans away, pokes her gently in the side]

Well, lead the way.

[athru]

The raiders, Hank. You were awesome, remember?

[ She does, but she also squeaks at the poke. ]

Don't start what you can't finish, McCoy.

[beathach]

Eh. [his nose wrinkles a bit] It wasn't that awesome.

[he got shot twice, that loses points in his book. Not that he'd agree even if he'd gotten out of it without a scratch.

. . . he pokes her again]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[athru]

[ It's not as if she fared too much better, but at least they're quick healers. ]

It was pretty awesome, Hank, come on.

[ Is she really nearing forties? No. ]

Hank.

[ Her smile turns a touch dangerous. ]

[beathach]

[there is that. Even if they were sore for a day or two]

Come on what? It was sloppy and you know it.

[trust him to immediately look at it that way]

Raven?

[he's onto you]

[athru]

It was still awesome. I told you.

[ She hums, watching him for a moment, considering even as her eyes flick. ]

Hank.

[ And she grins, leaning close to go right for the tickle. ]

[beathach]

It really wasn't.

[her shies away from her finger and gives her a Look while trying not to smile]

Raven.

[athru]

[ All she can do is look purely innocent. ]

I'm not doing anything.

[beathach]

Uh huh.

[he could retaliate, or . . .

. . .

Uh oh that's the expression of a brat with an idea]

[athru]

[ Raven just... Watches. ]

... Hank.

[beathach]

[remember how he can be quick? Even when he's under the effects of the serum?

Well he's using that now.

To jump in and pick Raven up, throw her over his shoulder, to carry her off to their bedroom.

What a romantic]

[athru]

[ And all Raven can do is laugh loudly, smacking his back. ]

Hank!

[beathach]

[he continues out of the lab and down the hallway as though this is the most normal thing in the world]

Yes?

[athru]

You'd better put me down soon.

[beathach]

I'll put you down when I get to our room.

[of course]

[athru]

That makes it sound like you have a plan for me.

[beathach]

Me? No, not at all.

[so innocent]