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Brodie was a big fan of routine.

Wake up, do the one handed-salute if he hadn't spent the night with Eden, grab breakfast in the kitchen, then look for comics on the shelf. That was the morning deal, island hijinks non withstanding. Cause it was kind of hard to look for Fantastic Four comics when you were suddenly transported to Marvel Land or to the FUCKING JUNGLE.

Or when your roommate thought you'd tasted his neck meat in the middle of the night.

Crazy fucker.

Slightly battered dixie cup in hand, and still in t-shirt, bathrobe and boxers, he went to the rec room, checking the shelf for the tell-tale width of a comic.

It was a goddamn art form, getting the fucking thing to give him shit that he actually wanted. One that required concentration.

Date: 2008-05-05 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
Rogue had been sitting in the kitchen, listening to the familiar strains of discord, before she'd gone downstairs to change over her laundry, slip into a pair of jeans and a halter top, and then head for the rec room to wait for the rest to dry.

She stopped in the doorway and watched Brodie peruse for a moment before she started, barefoot and leisurely, across the floor.

"Mornin'," she offered. No questions.

Not yet.

Date: 2008-05-05 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"Morning." Brodie replied. He knew it was Rogue behind him, but didn't turn yet, instead looking past the children's books that were pretty much the entire selection.

"Do you know it's been over a fucking year, and I still haven't figured this shit out?"

Date: 2008-05-05 05:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
"I would never have imagined," she drawled, just to prove she could, and then took up a perch on the arm of the sofa nearest Brodie, resting her elbows on her knees.

"How old were you when you stopped wettin' the bed?" she asked casually.

Date: 2008-05-05 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"Nine." Brodie immediately replied, then stopped, focus no longer on the bookshelf and it's contents, but on trying to figure out why the fuck she'd asked him that question.

And WHY THE HELL HE'D ANSWERED IT.

He turned to face her.

"What the fuck kind of question is that?"

Date: 2008-05-05 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
Rogue smiled slowly, but brightly, and rested her chin in her palm.

"Oh, just an innocent li'l question," she said. "Inquirin' minds, all that. Y'ever cried over a toy?"

Date: 2008-05-05 05:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"NO. Action figures are a different story though." He responded. HOLY SHIT, what the fuck was going on here? That was the kind of shit that he didn't tell people.

Unless...

Jesus fucking Christ, this had BETTER NOT be one of those days that the island decided to fuck with people.

Date: 2008-05-05 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
"Has it sunk in yet?" she asked, stilling smiling, sitting back a little on the hells of her hands and crossing her legs.

"Are we havin' fun, yet?"

Date: 2008-05-05 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"NO." He said again, somehow even more annoyed than he'd been a second ago. This wasn't fun, funny or even REMOTELY FUCKING AMUSING. It was like being pantsed in the cafeteria in high school or some shit.

Not that it had ever happened to Brodie personally, but he'd been eyewitness to more than a few of said incidents.

"FUCK THIS." He decided, and started to head for the door.

Date: 2008-05-05 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
She slid off the couch, hooked her shin behind his knee, and pushed him over the back of the sofa so he'd land on the cushions.

"What's the rush?" she asked, sauntering around it to sit on the sofa's edge.

Date: 2008-05-05 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
He landed backwards with an Oomf, dixie cup slipping from his hand and landing on the concrete floor nearby.

"HEY." He yelled. "I'm trying to haul ass out of here before you ask me something that I REALLY don't wanna answer, that's the GODDAMN RUSH."

Date: 2008-05-05 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
"Brodie," she purred, leaning across his waist in utter comfort and clearly no rush at all, "have you ever had even the teensiet li'l sexual fantasy about any of the boys in the Marvel galaxy?"

That was for the wheelchair.

Date: 2008-05-05 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
He IMMEDIATELY put both hands over his mouth and answered her, though it probably sounded more like "Mmmf mrff merfmm frrr mffff." to her than anything else.

This HAD to be for the wheelchair question he'd asked her back when it was HER who couldn't lie. What the fuck was the crime in being NATURALLY CURIOUS?!

Date: 2008-05-05 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
She grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his head, eyes narrowing, and leaned on his solar plexus with her hip.

"Ah'm sorry, what did you just say?"

Date: 2008-05-05 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, but this wasn't even FAIR.

"The Flash; but it was just the one time. I didn't even jerk off to it that much--GODDAMN IT!" Brodie winced and tried his best to free his arms. "Let me go!"

Date: 2008-05-05 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
Turn about was fair play. That was for the wheelchair, and this was for the other. She let go of his arms, planting her hands on either side of his ribcage, and leaned over him.

"'n what about me, sugar?"

Date: 2008-05-05 06:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"That was pretty much a weekly thing. I had this poster right by my bed, so it was pretty hard NOT to. HEY. This is NOT FUCKING FUNNY." He pushed at her arms, pinning him down, trying to get free.

He was debating whether or not decking Rogue was a good idea right now.

Date: 2008-05-05 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
It wasn't. She'd learned enough from the likes of Betsy Braddock and Kurt Wagner and Wolverine over the years to parry his ineffectual movements until she could get him to quit batting at her like a deranged kitten with a piece of yarn.

"So," she said, perfectly at ease and easily conversational, tilting her head to one side so a few curls could sweep past her neck. "D'you want me now? Generally, I guess, since right this moment you're kinda angry."

Date: 2008-05-05 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"YEAH. I mean, I'm not BLIND. Besides, anyone who WOULDN'T is a fucking idiot." He squirmed underneath her, because he'd had ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT.

And she had better not steal his fucking clothes again, or so help him, he was gonna get revenge for this shit.

Date: 2008-05-05 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
She sat back a little, lifting an eyebrow, because damned if there wasn't going to be a worthwhile lesson at the end of it all.

"And you don't do anythin' about it because?"

Date: 2008-05-05 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"Because Eden's my girlfriend and I like her a lot, OKAY? Jesus fucking Christ, is that a good enough answer?! I don't want to, and COULDN'T do that to her, alright?"

He scowled at her.

Date: 2008-05-05 06:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
Rogue grinned a little, because that was so sweet, and then leaned down to plant a long, firm kiss against his mouth.

"Mmn-wah," she intoned, and patted his hair and stood up. "Good boy."

Date: 2008-05-05 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"What part of 'NOT GONNA CHEAT ON MY GIRLFRIEND' don't you understand?" Brodie said, immediately sitting up. Because he didn't get what the fuck was with her and this mixed signals shit.

"And don't think you're gonna get away with this."

Date: 2008-05-05 03:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
"It was a friendly kiss, Brodie," she said, lifting an unimpressed eyebrow at him over her shoulder. "If I'd been tryin' to get you to cheat, trust me, you'd've known for certain sure."

Date: 2008-05-05 03:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"Friendly, schmendly, don't think I forgot what you said when it was YOU who got the truth whammy." He stood, retrieving his now empty dixie cup from where it had landed on the floor.

Great. Now he was out of juice.

Date: 2008-05-05 03:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
"Brodie," she said, stopping and planting her hands on her hips and looking back to him.

"You could've asked me that question 'bout a lot of people, 'n th'answer- since you threw 'hypothetically' in there?- woulda been yes. Just because I would have doesn't mean I aim to, 'n anyway you can bet your butt after this month? I don't."

Date: 2008-05-05 03:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"Just because you can lie again doesn't mean you HAVE to," Brodie told her, straightening his shirt.

The clothesbox only gave him but so many of these things; he didn't need Rogue RUINING one.

Date: 2008-05-05 09:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com
"Sugar, I don't lie much anyhow. And you know what?" Her eyes narrowed and she took a step closer to him.

"You deserved it. And you better believe I'm gonna get away with it just fine. We're even. 'n if you somehow get it in that screwed up li'l head that we ain't? I know about the Flash."

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