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When Ace comes home to the farm that night, she is very well fed.

She's also rather knackered. She's proud that she's not wobbling anymore, but she's sure she won't have any problems sleeping tonight.

...

In fact, you know, taking a break at the kitchen table before attempting the stairs sounds like a great idea. She's just... taking in the ambiance. Yup.

Date: 2008-09-01 05:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Ace?" Spoon heads for her as soon as he sees her sitting, "Ace, what happened?"

Date: 2008-09-01 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
Oops. Maybe she should have tried the stairs. Though she thinks that might have resulted in a more worrisome situation.
"Let me start by sayin' everyone's alright. Includin' me. I'm just done in for the night, I think."

Date: 2008-09-01 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Come here, luv." By which he means that he's going to pick her up and tuck her face against his shoulder, "I'll carry you up, you tell me what happened."

Date: 2008-09-01 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
She sighs, nuzzling into the fabric of his shirt.
"Yrael came in, lookin' horrible. Barely in control, scorchin' the floorboards, not really able t'get up without help. Managed t'get him outside, but he still looked about two steps away from keelin' over, so I asked him what he needed t'get better. He said time an' blood, so..." She shrugs, slightly. "I gave it to him."

It all sounds so clinical and easy.

Date: 2008-09-01 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
Spoon cringes a little bit and wraps his arms around her more firmly, "Alright. I don't like it, but I don't have to. You'll be fine."

She BETTER be fine.

Date: 2008-09-01 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
"I bullied him into it, 'cause he looked horrific an' I couldn't just sit there an' let him hurt, 'cause I will be just like normal t'morrow, I'm just tired." She babbles, grumbling. Silly protective males in her life. "He should've taken more, he looked so much better after."

Date: 2008-09-01 05:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"I still don't like it." Spoon says, "But, luv, I don't have to. You will be fine. And I'll take care of you until you're better. Would more food help? Chocolate?"

Date: 2008-09-01 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
"Would've done the same f'you, or Wells or Annie or the kids or Raven or Axel or Lissar or..." Realizing she's sort of run out of close friends/family names, she tries to get her mental train of thought back together. "Anyway. No, s'a'right. Yrael stuffed me full of food after. Just... still a bit cold. Y'can help that."

Date: 2008-09-01 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"I know." Spoon says, "I don't have to like it. I'll never like anything that hurts you." he sets her on the bed and starts working on her boots, "But I'm not going to argue about it."

Date: 2008-09-01 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
She nods, and sighs, flopping back on the bed. She feels like she let him down, somehow, though she'd do it again in an instant. Yrael did look so much better afterwards.
"No givin' Yrael grief about it. He wasn't overly crazy 'bout the idea either."

Date: 2008-09-01 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"I won't." is the promise, rubbing her feet gently, "Ace, luv, I trust you. You're a grown-up and you're smart, and you're able to make these choices. I'm not going to make you less strong by second guessing you."

Date: 2008-09-01 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
Mmmmm, footrubs. She doesn't even try to stop the low-level purr.
"Just makin' sure. If he hadn't been so bad off, he would still be fightin' me on it, I think."

Date: 2008-09-01 06:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Promise." Spoon says, stripping her efficiently and tucking her under the covers. He follows, wrapping his body around her for the heat. She said she was cold. He's warm.

Date: 2008-09-01 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
She is, and he is, though she feels vaguely guilty about dragging him away from other things he could be doing if she hadn't said anything - it's not like she wouldn't get better without her own personal werewolf space heater.

But it's comforting, and warm, and she purrs appreciatively as she cuddles against him. She'll just have to find some way to make it up to him.

Date: 2008-09-01 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
She married him.

In sickness and health, in good times and poor.

There is nothing else he'd rather be doing than be her personal werewolf space heater.

Date: 2008-09-01 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
"Love you, Spoon. I'm sorry. Didn't mean to worry you." She never does, it just sort of... happens. She just has this mental block about worrying over her own safety.

Date: 2008-09-01 06:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Love you too, Ace." Spoon says, kissing the back of her neck gently, "It's all right. I never mean to worry you, either."

Date: 2008-09-01 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
"Well, we're a right pair of..." She pauses for a jaw-cracking yawn that sneaks up on her. "Nutters." She snuggles a bit (though at this point, it's impossible to get closer), relishing the warmth. "And..."

She yawns again, and forgets entirely what she was going to say.

"And... thing."

She muses about that for a moment, and gives up. Whatever. Right now the bed is comfy, her husband is warm, and the dark behind her eyelids is inviting.

And she totally doesn't snore. That's a dirty filthy lie.

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