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Post by GENESIS MARCHETTE MANCINI on Mar 10, 2013 2:03:50 GMT -5
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she'd spent days - weeks even - setting this day up. huck was the hardest one to talk in to it. it wasn't hard to reserve the air strip since it was a private airport for the elite of boston and you just had to have the money to do it. the only positive side effect of her being forcibly employed by the selwyn mafia was the fact that, for whatever reason, they paid her. it wasn't enough to live off of, but it was a nice little bonus to her salary, and it more-than paid for this day.
tucking her wavy dirty blond hair behind her ear, she ran her finger along the curve of her hoop earring as she stared out across the airport for a moment. she'd never thought much about flying since it was only something she did when it was required, but since she'd begun helping huck she'd thought about it more and more. especially since she'd started dating him.
when he'd gotten drunk on the anniversary of spitz's death, she'd known she had to do something to finally break through to him. she hadn't told him in words, but she loved him, and it broke her heart to see him still suffering. he was stubborn and hardheaded, but he listened to her when it counted. he'd been there for her, without question, through the time she'd been taken by the irish, and if she hadn't had nights just spent sleeping in his arms she probably would have lost her mind. she never admitted how much she needed him because he needed her strength and support and she would never make it about her. she seldom admitted her feelings for people, which was part of the reason she and her sister disagreed so strongly at times. she knew she was too hard on her sister, and she felt horrible almost constantly because of her sister's disappearance after the blackout. but she'd gotten texts telling her her sister was okay, so she assumed cressida was having another one of her immature disappearing sessions. she'd heard about jamie's death on the news, and she hadn't talked to charlotte much since her wedding, but she wouldn't bring up the topic. she just assumed it was part of the reason cressida was incognito. it wasn't abnormal for her sister to act in such a way. she could be a real drama queen at times.
remembering charlotte's wedding and how huck had agreed to go with her even though his friendship with charlotte was now nonexistent, she was reassured that she wanted to do this for him. she knew he loved flying even if he hadn't been flying since the accident. when he'd finally described the events leading up to spitz's death, she didn't blame him, but she knew he needed to get back up there. she was also honestly fascinated with the idea of flying and actually being in the cockpit. she'd only ever been a passenger on a major airline, and she'd only gotten that brief glimpse that every passenger gets as they're ushered to their seat. she itched to sit behind the controls, to watch huck do what he loved most.
she'd talked him in to playing some flight simulator games over the past few weeks, something to start getting his mind back in the groove, but she knew it wasn't as good as the real thing. it had taken some stiff coersion on her part - namely vowing not to have sex with him until he agreed to fly again - and promising she would go with him. she was excited and fascinated with the entire process even though she knew he would inevitably be cranky and irritable the entire time. it was what was best for him in the long run, and besides, she was impatient for it to all be over with. the abstinence thing was just as difficult for her, despite what he might think.
hearing his motorcycle roar on to the air field, she turned, the wind catching her hair and tossing it into the sunlight before she wrangled it back behind her ear and walked toward him through the close-cropped grass. she smiled ever so slightly as she watched him climb from the bike. she braced herself for the inevitable crankiness she would get from him, and she smirked amusedly at him as he situated his helmet securely on the motorcycle.
"Huck..." she purred to him, stepping up to him and placing the flat of her hand against his chest as her hazel eyes widened slightly and she looked up at him. "Just remember what all of this gets you." She smiled flirtatiously at him, raising an eyebrow before kissing him briefly on his lips. "Stop being a pain in the ass, or I might renege on my end of the deal," she teased him, narrowing her eyes at him.
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Post by huck ioan anderson on Mar 10, 2013 12:37:08 GMT -5
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He didn't think that he would ever feel the way that he had after he had been rescued from behind enemy lines, but it was palpable once more as he stood in front of the door leading out of Genesis' apartment. He didn't want to do this. He couldn't do this. She had to realize what she was asking of him. Huck wasn't ready. He couldn't be the one to control a plane again. It just didn't feel right and his hesitance caused him to make excuse after excuse as to why he just couldn't do this.
Sighing to himself, he leaned his forehead against the door for a moment, closing his eyes as he remembered back to what had happened that fateful day. What had happened to their jet was completely rare. Only a couple of cases involving the same defect had been reported and Huck wouldn't have been able to right the plane, no matter how good of a pilot he was. And he was good, really good. He was one of the best but he had thrown it all away because his passion had been the death of his best friend. While the initial crash hadn't killed Spitz, he hadn't survived the militia men that had found him. Huck felt like a coward for leaving his friend in the first place and running, and he didn't know if he could ever forgive himself. Pushing himself back from the wall, his hands reach to the dog tags that hung loyally around his neck. Reaching for the black one that was there in Spitz's honor, he studied it, wondering what his best friend would want. He was certain Spitz wouldn't want him to suffer. Furrowing his brow, Huck sighed and made his decision.
Genesis' abstinence promise certainly didn't help things either. Furrowing his brow at that thought, a small smirk worked its way onto his features as he realized that after today, she wasn't allowed to stay away from him anymore. Trying not to focus on those thoughts, he hurried out of the apartment and down the stairs, reaching the lobby quickly because of his long legs. Heading out the door with a nod to the receptionist and then the doorman, he reached his black motorcycle, pulling his helmet over his head and snapping the visor shut. Getting on, he revved the engine before looking over his shoulder. Darting out into traffic, he sped forward, weaving in and out of cars and vehicles that were stopped in long lines. When he saw the airport up ahead after twenty minutes of maneuvering, he felt like his blood had run cold.
Gulping, he felt the tremors in his hands start as he got closer and closer, his blue eyes following the planes that were taking off. He didn't think he could do this, but he had to at least try. Genesis was convinced that this would help him get over anything and everything. Hesitant still, he pulled into the airport, flashing his license so that he could be identified as the man whom Genesis was waiting for. Nodding to the security guard, he pulled forward, seeing her standing up ahead.
Pulling the motorcycle to a stop, he kicked the stand and made sure it was sturdy and stable before dismounting. Pulling his helmet off, he ran a hand through his messy hair and clipped the helmet to the motorcycle, his eyes lifting to Genesis as she approached him. "This is crazy Genesis. Have you been smoking weed again?" He questioned her, his tone short and snappy as it usually was when he was uncomfortable with something. As she came even closer, his eyes glanced over her shoulder, taking in the sight of the small passenger plane in front of him. He couldn't believe that she wanted to go up there with him. What if he crashed it? What if he couldn't do this? His chest started rising and falling quickly as his breaths shortened, the panic gripping him even though he tried to keep it at bay. Feeling her hand against his chest, he worried that she would be able to feel his racing heart.
As she kissed him, he could barely respond because his focus was clearly elsewhere. "I can't do this." He admitted to her desperately, stepping back from her and reaching into his pocket. Pulling out the pack of cigarettes, his hands shook violently from his terror, his fingers barely capable of clasping around a cigarette in the first place. Finally pulling one free, he struggled with the lighter, finally catching the stick on fire as he put it between his lips. Taking in a deep breath of nicotine and smoke, he let it fill him, trying to feel comforted by something familiar. His eyes were wide and haunted and he turned his gaze to her as he took another drag of his cigarette. "Please, Gen. Please." words, outfit, whatever you want
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Post by GENESIS MARCHETTE MANCINI on Mar 10, 2013 22:20:10 GMT -5
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She could sense his unease almost from the moment the motorcycle came to a stop. His short tone told her much now that she was used to his moods and his behaviors, and she raised her eyebrow at him as she stepped toward him. "Maybe you should be the one to smoke some weed so you can relax," she muttered, loud enough where she knew he would hear her. Smiling innocently, she leaned over and kissed him and then she felt the tension in his body. When he didn't kiss her back, she always knew something was wrong. She could read his emotions as if they were written out in the air, since before they'd started dating, and it was only that much more obvious to her now that she knew him intimately.
As her palm flattened out against his chest, she could feel him breathing rapidly and his heart beating too fast. His stress didn't surprise her, but because she cared about him more than a regular client, his stress affected her more deeply. "You can do this," she corrected him gently, offering him a supportive smile. She stood still as he backed away from her, needing his space as the fumbled with his lighter and his cigarette. She'd love to help him not need the dependence on smoking as well, but that was a matter for another time. His smoking never bothered her since she'd smoked plenty on her own before him, so she watched him silently for a moment befpre his eyes wildly assessed her.
Her eyes were understanding as she held her hand out toward him. "Huck, baby, you can do this. I'm going to be with you. I'm not going to let you go alone, and we don't even have to go far or high. Just do whatever feels natural to you, whatever you want to do," she promised, the shadow of a smile passing across her lips.
The regular pilot, and owner, of the private plane arrived at that moment, handing one headset to Genesis and the other to Huck. He smiled at them both, feeling no need to interfere with whatever was going on between the two younger people. She watched the man depart before looking back at Huck and pulling the headset on over her head. "You're going to have to help me with this thing. Just my luck, I have it on backwards," she sighed and smirked in amusement at her own ineptitude where flying was concerned. Pulling the headset from her head, she allowed it to rest around her neck as she shrugged her shoulders.
Twisting the end of a strand of her dirty blond hair around her finger, she motioned toward the plane as she looked back at him. "I want to see you fly this thing.. please?" she asked, turning and heading toward the small plane. It was a two-person plane, and she felt perfectly at ease as she stepped up to the open door and paused to look over her shoulder at him. "Hurry up, it's not going to fly itself," she pointed out, seating herself on the top step and holding out her hands toward him. She sat on the short staircase beside the wing and when he finally stepped closer to the plane, she pulled him in to her arms, spreading her knees so her thighs were on each side of his waist. Her hands cupped his handsome face and she ran her thumbs over his cheeks, her hazel eyes gazing deeply at him.
"You can do this, I promise. I have faith in you. I want you to show me," she hummed, her hands leaving his face, slowly outlining his neck and running down his arms. Gently, she pulled his arms around her back, glancing back up at him before looping her hands back around his neck. They were pressed together now, and she smiled gently up at him before leaning against him and kissing his cheek. Her lips moved from his cheek down to his jaw, and she kissed along his jawline until she reached his lips.
A thrill ran down her spine even though she still felt his tension as she kissed him. She understood it and knew it was justified, but it was her responsibility to help him move past it. Her knees shifted as she kissed him, parting his lips with her tongue and slowly, tantalizingly, danced her tongue over his. Her back arched slightly as her hands gently ran up in to his unruly hair, and heat rose through her shoulders and in to her neck as that familiar electricity sparked within her. Her ever-present desire for him stirred in the pit of her belly, and she had to force herself not to just surrender and pull him into the plane without caring about whether he was going to fly or not.
She'd always been a sensual woman, and being without that for a week was torture on her, especially when he didn't make it easy on her. He hated that she held back from him, just as much as she hated holding back, so of course he loved to torture her in return. It was quite obvious she wanted him and she missed him, but the most important thing here was not her own desires or wants, or even the reward he would receive for doing as she asked. The true reward would be him overcoming the demons that had overtaken him, and that mattered the most to her.
Remembering the reason they were here, a rumble of exasperated impatience and regret growled in her chest as she unwillingly pulled away from him and rested her forehead against his. Slipping her fingers beneath the chain he always wore around his neck, she ran her fingers down to the dogtags and gently lifted the one she knew was for Spitz. "I don't think he would want you to stop doing what you love, Huck," she whispered to him, pulling her head back to look into his eyes as she held the dog tags. "You know you need to do this, for him, and for you." She nodded slightly, with a small smile, and gently rested her hand against his chest, the dog tags pressed against the palm of her hand as she caressed his chest with her fingertips. (c) to Zlorecile of caution aka Bellatrix of WA |
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Post by huck ioan anderson on Mar 11, 2013 3:44:02 GMT -5
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But that was what scared him.
Being alone would be different if he crashed that plane. If she was in there with him and any harm came to her, he didn't know what he would do. Huck would never truly forgive himself if that was the case. Furrowing his brow, he sighed softly and dropped his cigarette, crushing it beneath his booted foot. Stepping forward, still hesitant, he let his hand find hers, curling his fingers around hers, applying more pressure than he truly meant. But his fear was indeed palpable, especially to her. She knew him better than anyone else did, save for Lysander, and that was saying a lot. The fact that he had opened up to anyone after his accident was a miracle in and of itself, but he didn't regret it. Despite the fact that she was his therapist and his girlfriend, he still appreciated her more than she would ever know. He might give her a hard time more often than not but he did need her, he did want her. That much was obvious by his physical reactions to her. This week had been murder and it was why he finally caved, allowing her to make the plans. What he hadn't known at the time was that she was banking on him saying yes, and this had already been arranged for the day. He certainly hadn't been happy when he discovered that, but he didn't argue. He would do what he was told.
Watching her for a moment, he glanced up as the obvious owner came over and gave them their head sets. Huck thanked him honestly, his eyes taking in the familiar sight of the head gear. It wasn't like the helmet he wore in the air force, but it would do. He glanced up as Genesis tried to put hers on, and he couldn't stop the little smile that washed over his features.
Hooking his own head set around his neck, he stepped forward and took a hold of hers, pulling it from around her neck and flipping it over in his hands. Putting it over her ears for a minute, he adjusted it so that it fit her, the small microphone level with her mouth. His shaking fingers kept poking and pulling and when he was satisfied, he looked to her, pushing the head set back to rest around her neck once more. "You only need to pull it back up." His teeth chattered suddenly as he discussed the proper way to put on the head set, and he wrapped his arms around himself, standing in the middle of the area, feeling like an idiot. His gaze followed her as she walked to the plane, obviously excited about what was about to happen. When she settled onto the short step, he sighed once more and walked after her, his eyes brushing over the plane as if he was studying a work of art. This was Huck's passion. It had always been what he wanted to do, but losing his best friend the way that he had and nearly dying behind enemy lines more times than he could count had taken its toll on him. He still had nightmares at night that Genesis had told him through, and it was all thanks to his PTSD. He didn't want to admit that he had it, but there was no way around it.
Stepping up to her, he stopped with his hands on her thighs, feeling her knees press against his hips as she reached up and spoke to him. She had faith in him, she wanted him to show her. Furrowing his brow, he spoke up in argument once more. "But I don't want anything to happen to you. What if I freeze? What if somethin goes wrong?" He questioned her, asking her things that would be difficult for her to answer. But he needed reassurance, even if her answers weren't entirely true. He just needed to hear her tell him that everything was going to be okay. Feeling her hands reach for his arms, he let her direct him, his fingers latching together behind her back. As they pressed together, he was suddenly aware of her kissing him deeply, her tongue parting his lips and finding his own tongue. He was distracted, tense, and not the normal Huck, but her slow, sensuous actions were slowly bringing him back to the present.
He kissed her back finally, his lips moving to suck on her tongue as he felt the heat rise through his stomach. Pressing himself against her, he felt himself slowly but surely becoming aroused. Even though he could control himself now, he knew he would need her before the end of this day. When she pulled away, his frustrated groan matched hers, and he watched as she leaned her forehead against his and gently tugged at his dog tags. His blue gaze looked down at the pitch black dog tag that honored Spitz. As she spoke, trying to bring him comfort, he knew that she was right. Nodding his head, he reached for her hand, enclosing his own around hers and the dog tags. "You're right. This is just...It's hard Gen. Why did I get to live and he didn't? Why was it me that left and not him? I just...I don't understand." He finished quietly, his true fears and feelings coming forward at that precise moment. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he pulled away from her and then nodded to the plane.
"Better get in before I change my mind. And keep that head set on."
He instructed her quietly, his eyes holding a new determined light to them as he put on his own head set and climbed into the cockpit of the plane naturally. Getting situated, his eyes took in the familiar sights and controls of the plane, his fear paralyzing him for a moment. His mind took him through the familiar memories of what had happened during that crash, and after it, and it took him a few minutes to get himself under control. Closing his eyes, he sent up a silent prayer and thought to Spitz. When he opened his eyes again, he felt strangely confident and at peace with what he was about to do. Regaining most of his composure, he spoke through the head set to his girlfriend. "I just need to go through the basics again. I'm sorry." He explained to her, hoping she wouldn't mind the extra wait time. With shaking fingers, he flipped the necessary switches, his eyes taking in the sight of the gauges and everything else he needed to be aware of. Flipping through everything quietly, he didn't waste any time in started up the propeller.
Hearing it whirl to life, a sudden smile crossed his drawn features, and in that moment, he felt like this was going to be okay. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly and then spoke up, still waiting for his clearance to take off after he radioed his position in. "Ready then, Gen?" words, outfit, whatever you want
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Post by GENESIS MARCHETTE MANCINI on Mar 12, 2013 16:40:54 GMT -5
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She watched him in mild fascination as he went through the simple task of righting her headset and situating it over her head. She smiled slightly as he adjusted it, finding that she loved seeing him get into his element, even more than she had expected. She always felt success when a client overcame their demons, but with Huck, it was different. She knew him on a personal, intimate level that made his progression even more fulfilling. She cared about him as a man and not just a job. She realized she loved him, and she wanted him to succeed in this. It was the only way he would feel better about himself and about what had happened.
She had never believed he was crazy or crippled. At times, he put words in her mouth, voicing his own fears about himself, but she'd never believed any of it. She understood the inner workings of the mind and understood why he was at the point where he was even if he didn't. She took all of his mood swings in stride, and she pushed through it all. Challenging him was her responsibility, and even if he hated her for it, she knew it was what he needed.
Noticing the flare of unease in him as he blocked her off with his body language, she turned away from him to remove herself from his sight so he could compose himself. She knew when not to push him, and now wasn't the time. He needed to do this on his own time, even if she'd shortened that time using her own methods. She would be the strength he needed, if he needed it. As she settled herself on the step, she watched him subtly as he ran his eyes over the small plane, admiring it openly. She smiled slightly to herself, soaking up this side of him she'd never seen before.
He finally stepped up to her, settling himself between her knees, and she watched him, her eyes full of support for him. She felt in her element when it came to helping him through this. She may know nothing about flying a plane, but she knew the way his mind worked, and she was confident she could help him to heal. Shaking her head slightly, she gently turned his face so he was looking at her. "I'll be fine, you'll be fine. If anything goes wrong with this plane, you're going to have to answer to that gentleman who just walked back toward the terminal because he's checked and double-checked everything on this thing. It's his investment after all," she commented, motioning her head in the direction the owner had gone.
She kissed him then, pulling him slowly out of his shell. He was distant at first, still lost in his thoughts no doubt, but she slowly felt him give in and focus on her. As he sucked on her tongue, she resisted the natural urge to moan and her back arched, pressing her against his chest. She knew their desires were the same and she struggled with her impatience as she pulled away from him and heard him groan in frustration.
Fiddling with the dog tags hanging around his neck, she felt the imprinted letters against the pad of her thumb as she told him his co-pilot wouldn't have wanted him to be miserable. Leaning back away from him, she watched his hand as he rested it over hers against his chest. She heard his questions, and she stared at their hands for a moment before she answered him. Reaching up around his neck, she ran her fingers into his unruly hair and gently wrapped her fingers into it as she looked up into his blue eyes.
"I know it's hard, baby," she whispered up to him, glad the engines weren't on so he could still hear her, "And I don't have an answer for you. All I know is you have to move past your survivor's guilt. You can't honor his memory as long as you hold on to that guilt." Her voice was earnest and gentle as her fingers twined into his hair before she softly kissed his lips.
She released him when he finally pulled away from her, and she smiled, smacking the palms of her hands against her knees as she pushed herself to her feet. "Yes, sir," she answered him, smiling and winking at him as he ordered her to keep her head set on. She stayed out of his way as he climbed in to the cockpit, settling herself into the co-pilot's seat and making sure the buckles were fastened the way the owner of the plane had taught her before Huck arrived. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Huck stiffen, his eyes going wide, and her instinct was to reach out and touch him, to comfort him, but she stopped herself. He was gripped by something out of her control, and her interference could possibly only make him regress.
Keeping the girlfriend side of her in check, she urged the psychiatrist to the forefront of her mind as she watched him carefully. He pulled himself together, closing his eyes for a moment, and when his blue eyes flitted back open, she saw the change in them. She smiled as he apologized to her, and she shrugged her shoulders as she fidgeted with the mouthpiece on her headset, giving her hands something to do. "You do what you have to do. I can be patient when I want to be," she joked.
Subtly, her eyes watched his hands as his fingers ran over the switches, flipping them all from memory. She wondered if driving planes was like driving cars: it didn't really matter what sort of car it was because they all worked about the same. She imagined it was more complicated than that, but she honestly didn't know, so she sat quietly and patiently watching him.
When the propeller whirred to life, her eyes widened in excitement and a genuine grin spread over her pretty face. She'd always been one of those girls who was unafraid to do what the guys were doing, and she had a small fascination with engines. Perhaps it was related to her fascination with the brain - a human's engine - and she loved watching them work. She watched the propeller pick up speed, riveted on it until she heard Huck's voice and she glanced over at him. He was smiling now, and hope dawned anew in her chest as she smiled back at him. "I'm ready when you are," she announced, nodding her head. (c) to Zlorecile of caution aka Bellatrix of WA |
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