more of the same...
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lavandarlizard2What can I say? It's been another of "those" weeks. >.< Ooh... Sirens! Must be another call to the retirement home... ^.o
BFB should resume just as soon as I smack down the last match-making hamsters. >.< *not YET, you rotten rodents!* ^____^
"Okay, Agent Maxwell, open those pretty eyes and let me see your pupils." He snorted and complied blearily.
"Wha'dja give me this time? ...feel like wet spaghetti..."
The little light flickered in his eyes. "The usual, plus a bit of the good stuff to keep you out a little longer. I know how you are."
She should, by this time. He began to smile, but that hurt. What the hell...? Oh yeah... That punch... Wait a minute...
He made a few experimental moves. Sally smacked his hand lightly.
"Stop it, Maxwell. You're wired up."
His eyes popped open. He lunged to a vertical position. He squawked. His face suddenly hurt; a whole lot.
"Wired?!" he gasped, grabbing at his face. "He broke my jaw?!"
"He sure did," she chuckled evilly. "You'll be eating through a straw for a while."
"Sally!" He could still talk, he realized, even without moving his jaw much. He just couldn't open his mouth... Aw, shit! Regardless of what "good stuff" she'd given him earlier, he was damn well wide awake now.
"Milkshakes, Duo," she soothed. "Chocolate, coffee, strawberry; all day, every day for a couple of weeks. I know you love that idea." She reached back and touched the call button; the response was already arranged and would be along within minutes.
Well... yeah... But there was more at stake here than his sweet tooth.
"Sally. Heero and I are scheduled for a vacation, starting Monday," he growled through unfortunately-clenched teeth. "It's our anniversary! Can't you slap a regen on this and get it healed?"
"I would if I could, but you've already maxed out. That's why I gave you the special stuff; to keep you under for the regen. That's why you should be good to go in less than two weeks. *And* why you don't hurt like bloody hell right now."
He tried again to open his mouth. Nope; a centimeter or so was it and even that hurt like crazy; he backed off from that quickly. Where did the woman get the idea that this didn't "hurt like bloody hell"? He groaned and melted into the mattress.
"Dammit... We made reservations and everything! This is supposed to be our... the honeymoon we didn't get," he sighed.
Sally softened slightly at his pathetic whimpers. "I'm sorry, Duo; if I could do anything more to speed it up, you know I would, but regen isn't magic. It's just a jump start; it still takes time for everything to heal properly. You're already short-siding because of who you are; I don't think we can hope for anything better." She sat down next to the bed. "I know it would be rather awkward, but you could still go on your vacation."
He glared at her, snarling through clenched teeth again. "Sally, I had high hopes of spending two weeks in bed. It's our *honeymoon*!"
Sally blinked; no, Duo never minced words when he was irritated. And people always assumed Heero was the undiplomatic one.
The door opened then and an orderly entered with a food tray. He set it on the table, saluted, grinned and disappeared again.
"What's that?” Duo grumbled.
"Your breakfast. I thought you'd like coffee flavor." She brought the table around and stripped the paper off the straw while Duo glared at the tall paper cup.
"You cannot distract me with sugar right now, dammit." He folded his arms over his chest as if to refuse the offered milkshake. "My honeymoon is toast."
"There's nothing wrong with your other end, Maxwell," she smirked evilly.
"Sally," he returned ominously, "What part of 'blowjob' do you not understand?"
"Oh. Ah. Yes, that could be a problem..."
"*Could* be a problem?!" he snapped. "Ouch! Crap. I wanna kick that jackass's butt from here to Sao Paulo. He ruined my 24/7 ravishment of my husband, dammit!"
Okay, it wasn't funny, but Sally still had a hard time *not* laughing. Those two were so damn cute together; Heero so cool and icy and Duo so hot and volatile. Fire and ice; together they were just explosive. And they kept life from ever being boring.
BFB should resume just as soon as I smack down the last match-making hamsters. >.< *not YET, you rotten rodents!* ^____^
"Okay, Agent Maxwell, open those pretty eyes and let me see your pupils." He snorted and complied blearily.
"Wha'dja give me this time? ...feel like wet spaghetti..."
The little light flickered in his eyes. "The usual, plus a bit of the good stuff to keep you out a little longer. I know how you are."
She should, by this time. He began to smile, but that hurt. What the hell...? Oh yeah... That punch... Wait a minute...
He made a few experimental moves. Sally smacked his hand lightly.
"Stop it, Maxwell. You're wired up."
His eyes popped open. He lunged to a vertical position. He squawked. His face suddenly hurt; a whole lot.
"Wired?!" he gasped, grabbing at his face. "He broke my jaw?!"
"He sure did," she chuckled evilly. "You'll be eating through a straw for a while."
"Sally!" He could still talk, he realized, even without moving his jaw much. He just couldn't open his mouth... Aw, shit! Regardless of what "good stuff" she'd given him earlier, he was damn well wide awake now.
"Milkshakes, Duo," she soothed. "Chocolate, coffee, strawberry; all day, every day for a couple of weeks. I know you love that idea." She reached back and touched the call button; the response was already arranged and would be along within minutes.
Well... yeah... But there was more at stake here than his sweet tooth.
"Sally. Heero and I are scheduled for a vacation, starting Monday," he growled through unfortunately-clenched teeth. "It's our anniversary! Can't you slap a regen on this and get it healed?"
"I would if I could, but you've already maxed out. That's why I gave you the special stuff; to keep you under for the regen. That's why you should be good to go in less than two weeks. *And* why you don't hurt like bloody hell right now."
He tried again to open his mouth. Nope; a centimeter or so was it and even that hurt like crazy; he backed off from that quickly. Where did the woman get the idea that this didn't "hurt like bloody hell"? He groaned and melted into the mattress.
"Dammit... We made reservations and everything! This is supposed to be our... the honeymoon we didn't get," he sighed.
Sally softened slightly at his pathetic whimpers. "I'm sorry, Duo; if I could do anything more to speed it up, you know I would, but regen isn't magic. It's just a jump start; it still takes time for everything to heal properly. You're already short-siding because of who you are; I don't think we can hope for anything better." She sat down next to the bed. "I know it would be rather awkward, but you could still go on your vacation."
He glared at her, snarling through clenched teeth again. "Sally, I had high hopes of spending two weeks in bed. It's our *honeymoon*!"
Sally blinked; no, Duo never minced words when he was irritated. And people always assumed Heero was the undiplomatic one.
The door opened then and an orderly entered with a food tray. He set it on the table, saluted, grinned and disappeared again.
"What's that?” Duo grumbled.
"Your breakfast. I thought you'd like coffee flavor." She brought the table around and stripped the paper off the straw while Duo glared at the tall paper cup.
"You cannot distract me with sugar right now, dammit." He folded his arms over his chest as if to refuse the offered milkshake. "My honeymoon is toast."
"There's nothing wrong with your other end, Maxwell," she smirked evilly.
"Sally," he returned ominously, "What part of 'blowjob' do you not understand?"
"Oh. Ah. Yes, that could be a problem..."
"*Could* be a problem?!" he snapped. "Ouch! Crap. I wanna kick that jackass's butt from here to Sao Paulo. He ruined my 24/7 ravishment of my husband, dammit!"
Okay, it wasn't funny, but Sally still had a hard time *not* laughing. Those two were so damn cute together; Heero so cool and icy and Duo so hot and volatile. Fire and ice; together they were just explosive. And they kept life from ever being boring.
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Date: 2007-08-25 12:40 am (UTC)Poor, poor Duo. No blowjobs. What am I thinking? Poor Heero!
I love this!
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Date: 2007-08-25 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-25 03:17 am (UTC)*giggles like a twelve year old*
I think it's past my bed time...
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Date: 2007-08-25 06:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-25 01:55 pm (UTC)*snuggles*
Their honeymoon is ruined.
No blowjobs no deep kisses.
Poor boys *snuggles them both*
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