[Right. I catch fire. This is normal. Cool, it Storm. Ha… cool it] Not this time. I mean, I haven’t yet. Which is kind of a miracle when you think about it. I’ve been here almost two months and I haven’t lit a single thing on fire. [Beat] Well, there was a little incident but I mean, nothing burned, we’re still afloat so I’m counting this one as a victory.
You haven’t yet. [/deadpan] Remind me to contact the insurance guys about making sure it’s a good plan for your accidental fiery needs. You jinxed yourself now, though. Knock on wood three times, or better yet, knock on your head. [she has a crooked little grin on her face at that now that relief seems to wash over her because for the meantime, they could just drop that three-word subject until Mid-May.]
Am I? [His smile widens into a grin. The blush on her cheeks causes a warmth to spread through his chest that he couldn’t explain if he had to. He sighs contently, long a deep] I love you. [Johnny’s brows furrow immediately in response to his own words. He’s confused at first, then the realization hits him and he panics] Your smile! I love your smile. And your hair, Fel, you’ve got great hair. I love it. I love your hair. [He clears his throat] It feels warm. It’s getting hotter in here.
Yeah, because if you were here, you would not believe the things that I….would..[she trails off and there it is, that once familiar feeling of falling where her heart’s in her stomach and in her throat at once and instead of acknowledging it— for both their sake, she lets out a nervous laugh and ducks her head, scratching at the back of her neck] Yeah, I know. You have a tendency to play with my hair even after I’ve just done it. [she twitches a smile and glances back up at him after clearing her throat, expression only faintly serious] Are you setting things on fire again, Storm?
Actually, I’m pretty sure you always are. You’re cute when you wake up in the morning and you have those little sleepies in your eyes. You yawn real big and stretch out your back and its like the cats all fall in line and do the same. And you’re also pretty cute during the day when you’re doing pretty much anything. I like how you fret over the laundry. All the sorting and presoaking. And how you scrunch your nose when you’re reading or curl your toes when you’re cold. [He sighs] The salute though, that was like level ten, code red cute.
Well, duh, of course I’m always— [She pauses and her face really starts to get pink. her immediate reaction is to hold a hand across her face to obscure it] Johnathan Storm, you absolute corndog. Who talks like that, who says things like that, oh my god… [she can handle compliments just fine, confident enough that it’s bordering on “arrogant” but this is one of those new things that she doesn’t know how to deal with. she lets out a quiet huff and scrubs a hand over her face] Jeez, you dork… [she says affectionately, finally looking at him, lips forming a slight pout] You’re lucky your in space.
[He bites down on his bottom lip. There’s an ache in his chest because he can’t reach through the screen and feel her skin against his, run his fingers through her hair. He smiles. It’s a little forced at first but no less genuine] That was cute, lemme see that again.
[It’s so different, being able to be like this, open and affectionate even through technology, and maybe it was due to the distance or the time spent apart or just feelings, but there’s a happy little flutter in her chest even as she tries not to smile at his words — she easily imagines them together right then, knows exactly what each of them would be doing, and she wishes it were May. Cheeks (an unfortunately visible) pink, she attempts to look resolute] Are you saying that I’m not always cute?
Geez, I’m gonna ask ‘em for a refund then.
Oh. Sounds like a busy guy. Good on ya for waitin’.
Good luck, you know how they are. [sticks her tongue out]
[sighs a moment later and nods] He is. He does good work, it just takes him away from home a lot more than I’d like. [twitches a smile] Normally, I’m not the patient type but you know how it is, you kinda want to be the kind of person they deserve.
1. What they smell like: Leather, some hippie oil thing she never remembers the name of, and occasionally Glam by Kim K
2. How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): When she’s alone, she’s sprawled all over the bed, when she forgets to close the door, she’s on her side, shoved onto a sliver of the bed by the cats, when Johnny’s there, she’s half on/off him or they’re spooning.
3. What music they enjoy: She listens to almost anything, but pop is her heart and soul.
4. How much time they spend getting ready every morning: Depends on the hairstyle she wants for the day, but an hour and a half max most days (including the shower).
5. Their favorite thing to collect: Jewelry, paintings, artifacts.
6. Left or right-handed: She’s self-taught ambidextrous but favours her right.
7. Religion (if any): She grew up in a Catholic house, but she hasn’t gone to church in years.8. Favorite sport: Basketball.
9. Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling: Scoping out museums.
10. Favorite kind of weather: Early spring where it’s warm enough to wear a dress but cool enough that you don’t die of heatstroke if you decide to wear a hoodie.
11. A weird/obscure fear they have: It’s not obscure or weird at all but she’s very scared of people finding her home and her gear breaking while mid-air.
Well, doc. I think I need a checkup. [Grins then raises an eyebrow] You seem like a nice girl. Dunno why you’d have any doubts. [Furrows brows] Why are ya busy talkin’ to me when Ya could be lighting this lucky guy’s fire?
I don’t think your HMO provides my kinda checkup. [grins and laughs before sucking in air through her teeth] Yyyyyyyyyyeah. History, I guess. [shrugs and snorts softly at his question] What a choice of words. [scratches the back of her neck] He’s working, been working for a couple of months and isn’t expected to be back for a couple more.
[shrugs] Sometimes it’s easier to talk to a stranger. Less baggage.
Feelsy? Is that a medical term? [smiles] Sounds like he’s a lucky dude.
[hums thoughtfully] True.
[laughs] Yep, I should know, I’m a doctor. [winks and grins, bottom lip caught between her teeth] If we’re keeping with the honesty policy, I think I’m the lucky one. He’s a…good guy, like an actual good guy. Through and through. It’s still a surprise to me that he even, y’know, likes me past my looks [the grin turns wry]