She keeps going until he's sensitive and twitching and even past that, but he doesn't have the heart to pull her hand away. Not when it still feels that good.
But finally her hand slows and she spreads it on his belly instead, a satisfied look on her face that has him huffing out a breathless laugh. She can probably feel his heartbeat thundering under his skin.
"Oh, Jesus," he breathes, stroking her hair with shaking hands. "I think you broke me, darling."
"No, sweetheart, this doesn't have to stay," he says, watching her with slightly shocked eyes as she brings her hand up to her mouth and carefully licks her fingers, tasting his come.
"I just don't think I can feel my legs at the moment, so I might need a moment, yeah."
"I care very deeply for you," she says softly, lips brushing against his with every word. "I need you to tell me if ever I do something to upset you, so that it can be prevented in the future, if possible."
She's got no idea how to be human, not really. She's going to need some guidance.
And...possibly a friend in Mako. For girl talk, and bitching about boyfriends.
She nibbles a little on his lower lip, seemingly satisfied with that answer. Assured that she hasn't rendered him in capacitated, Gipsy is less nervous and ready to keep going. She doesn't really realize he needs more than a literal minute.
He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "God, I've created a monster."
He stretches a little, feeling really pretty damn good, and nods. "A towel would be nice, if you don't mind. They should be in the bathroom." He doesn't really feel like standing to be honest.
Then a thought occurs to him. "Do you need to sleep, darling?"
She will get it for him, waiting to answer that question until she comes back. Handing it over, she settles back into the bed to rest on her side, eyes on him.
"In a way, yes. It's difficult to describe, but I do require rest."
Herc makes no secret of the way he watches Gipsy walk away from him, the sway of her hips (totally unconscious, he knows that much, Gipsy hasn't been socialized by growing up in a society like theirs to know how to purposefully be seductive) and the swish of her mussed-up hair as she moves making his breath catch in his throat.
The towel she hands him is used for the briefest of wipe-downs, because Hercules has had an emotionally trying day and that, coupled with a very satisfying orgasm, has made him more than a little sleepy.
Yes, typical man, as soon as he gets his rocks off, he wants a nap. He can't help it, okay.
"Good. Makes it easier for you to sleep with me, then," he says, tossing the towel away and rolling out of bed just long enough to peel the covers back, exposing the pristine sheets that are just calling his name.
She smiles at him, and is going to just slide into that bed and those nice
sheets of his and reach for him, hands wanting more contact, always.
“Forever,” she confirms, pulling him in tight against her, grip leaving no
room for argument. She’s on her back, arms around him, his cheek on her
shoulder.
“You need rest, Hercules.” Her hands smooth over his body soothingly and
she buries her nose in his hair. “I cannot kick you out of the drift, but I
can make sure that you sleep.”
"You always were a demanding little thing," he murmurs fondly, letting her manhandle him until he's in the appropriate position for her liking. He gets comfortable against her, his arm draping over her waist, and presses a kiss to her shoulder.
But he's always been very comfortable in her presence, and there were times where he almost fell asleep on her gargantuan shoulder, so now that she's human-sized and in his bed, it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that he drifts off fairly quickly.
It doesn't surprise her, no. She strokes his hair and shoulder until she's
sure he's asleep, and then - and only then - does she allow herself
to enter into any kind of recharge/restful state.
His health, his life -- it's always been more important than hers. It's how
she functioned, as a jaeger. It's how her programming dictated that she
act. With the AI backed up and installed in this body, it hasn't changed.
Her primary function is still to protect human life at all costs.
Hercules needs someone to look after him, as loath as he is to admit it. Having Gipsy around will undoubtedly be good for him.
He sleeps quietly for a little while, utterly still except for the steady rise and fall of his chest, but eventually he rolls over and out of her arms, curling up as much as he can, a frown creasing his face. It's a little while after that that he starts to mutter quietly to himself, unintelligible phrases falling from his lips, quiet no and please the only discernible words he makes.
Gipsy ‘has always ‘slept’ differently than humans do – and now, in this body, she’s no exception. It’s something akin to solar power, minus the element of the sun. She needs to enter a ‘recharge’ state that allows her systems to relax and initiate her self repair functions – not unlike how humans require rest to recover from aches, pains, things of that nature. They’ve all got nanites; ingenious tech invented by Newt – that allow this self repair to happen. Gipsy’s just so happen to be inside of her.
But she’s a light sleeper – all jaegers are, really. When he makes a noise, she’s instantly awake, a hand on his shoulder, eyes fixed on him as she watches over him. She doesn’t understand what he’s thinking or dreaming, but she’s here. Right here.
He twitches in his sleep, his eyelids fluttering, his frown deepening. It fits the lines on his face perfectly, like he wears this expression all the time; this sad, scared hopelessness that makes him sink into the mattress.
He's not really a sleep-talker, but that doesn't stop him from making noise: a whimper, a gasp, a muffled no again.
For a little while, he's utterly still but then, with a full-body jerk, he's awake, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, heaving in great lungfuls of air as he stares blankly at the wall beside him, every muscle in his body tense like he's bracing for a punch.
She’s not sure how to handle this – does she wake him? Shake his shoulder? Or continue to be a solid presence in the face of whatever plagues him in his subconscious? Gipsy knows what it’s like to be haunted by the past, but Jaegers tend not to express it in the way that Hercules presently is. The frown troubles her, and she carefully, gently strokes her fingertips down his brow, trying to smooth out the worry lines.
She continues this motion until he jerks awake and her hands move to give him a steady presence on his shoulders, her voice soft.
“Hercules. This is Gipsy Danger. Are you alright?”
There's someone in bed beside him and that, more than anything, snaps him out of the clutches of his nightmare, has him turning his head to stare at the woman beside him with wide, scared eyes.
Hercules. This is Gipsy Danger. Are you alright?
He can't— This can't be happening. He lost everyone already, surely life wouldn't be so cruel as to dangle what he had to say goodbye to in front of his face like this.
But she doesn't waver, doesn't melt away into the darkness, just stays there with her hand on his shoulder and finally, finally, the events of yesterday come crashing back into him.
"Oh," he breathes, his eyes closing as he tries to get his breathing back under control, a few hopeless tears slipping down his temples to get lost in graying hair. "I didn't dream you."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:00 am (UTC)But finally her hand slows and she spreads it on his belly instead, a satisfied look on her face that has him huffing out a breathless laugh. She can probably feel his heartbeat thundering under his skin.
"Oh, Jesus," he breathes, stroking her hair with shaking hands. "I think you broke me, darling."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:04 am (UTC)She still wants more -- all of him, but Gipsy is patient, for now.
"...Does this...have to remain?" Her hands are sticky, and she holds up a hand, eying it carefully before bringing her fingers to her lips to taste.
"Or do you require a moment..?" To get a towel.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:09 am (UTC)"I just don't think I can feel my legs at the moment, so I might need a moment, yeah."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:12 am (UTC)"...I've rendered you paralyzed?" Gipsy gives him a bit of an alarmed look. "I'm -- so sorry, it isn't...permanent, is it?" Please tell her no.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:14 am (UTC)"No, love, it's not permanent." He laughs quietly. "Come here, let me kiss you."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:16 am (UTC)The last thing she ever wanted was for him to experience pain - any kind of it. She doesn't want to cause him more.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:21 am (UTC)"You didn't, Gipsy, you didn't."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:24 am (UTC)She's got no idea how to be human, not really. She's going to need some guidance.
And...possibly a friend in Mako. For girl talk, and bitching about boyfriends.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:26 am (UTC)Though he wouldn't be sad to see her making a friend in Mako. Poor girl could use some companionship.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:29 am (UTC)She nibbles a little on his lower lip, seemingly satisfied with that answer. Assured that she hasn't rendered him in capacitated, Gipsy is less nervous and ready to keep going. She doesn't really realize he needs more than a literal minute.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:32 am (UTC)"I think that's all I can manage for tonight, though. I'm not as young as I used to be."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:35 am (UTC)"Tomorrow, then. Tonight, you will rest." She's eager to continue, but doesn't push. Much. It's been a taxing day for him, she's sure.
"Should I find you a towel?" She tilts her head. "Can you stand yet?"
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:39 am (UTC)He stretches a little, feeling really pretty damn good, and nods. "A towel would be nice, if you don't mind. They should be in the bathroom." He doesn't really feel like standing to be honest.
Then a thought occurs to him. "Do you need to sleep, darling?"
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:43 am (UTC)"In a way, yes. It's difficult to describe, but I do require rest."
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:50 am (UTC)The towel she hands him is used for the briefest of wipe-downs, because Hercules has had an emotionally trying day and that, coupled with a very satisfying orgasm, has made him more than a little sleepy.
Yes, typical man, as soon as he gets his rocks off, he wants a nap. He can't help it, okay.
"Good. Makes it easier for you to sleep with me, then," he says, tossing the towel away and rolling out of bed just long enough to peel the covers back, exposing the pristine sheets that are just calling his name.
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:20 pm (UTC)She smiles at him, and is going to just slide into that bed and those nice sheets of his and reach for him, hands wanting more contact, always.
“Forever,” she confirms, pulling him in tight against her, grip leaving no room for argument. She’s on her back, arms around him, his cheek on her shoulder.
“You need rest, Hercules.” Her hands smooth over his body soothingly and she buries her nose in his hair. “I cannot kick you out of the drift, but I can make sure that you sleep.”
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:36 pm (UTC)"Goodnight, Gipsy Danger."
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:38 pm (UTC)"Pushy," she corrects fondly, pressing a little kiss to the top of his head in turn. "Learned it from someone that I happen to be very fond of."
Him, specifically.
"Sleep well, Hercules Hansen. I will see you tomorrow."
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:44 pm (UTC)But he's always been very comfortable in her presence, and there were times where he almost fell asleep on her gargantuan shoulder, so now that she's human-sized and in his bed, it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that he drifts off fairly quickly.
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:47 pm (UTC)It doesn't surprise her, no. She strokes his hair and shoulder until she's sure he's asleep, and then - and only then - does she allow herself to enter into any kind of recharge/restful state.
His health, his life -- it's always been more important than hers. It's how she functioned, as a jaeger. It's how her programming dictated that she act. With the AI backed up and installed in this body, it hasn't changed. Her primary function is still to protect human life at all costs.
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Date: 2013-07-22 02:55 pm (UTC)He sleeps quietly for a little while, utterly still except for the steady rise and fall of his chest, but eventually he rolls over and out of her arms, curling up as much as he can, a frown creasing his face. It's a little while after that that he starts to mutter quietly to himself, unintelligible phrases falling from his lips, quiet no and please the only discernible words he makes.
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:03 pm (UTC)But she’s a light sleeper – all jaegers are, really. When he makes a noise, she’s instantly awake, a hand on his shoulder, eyes fixed on him as she watches over him. She doesn’t understand what he’s thinking or dreaming, but she’s here. Right here.
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:16 pm (UTC)He's not really a sleep-talker, but that doesn't stop him from making noise: a whimper, a gasp, a muffled no again.
For a little while, he's utterly still but then, with a full-body jerk, he's awake, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, heaving in great lungfuls of air as he stares blankly at the wall beside him, every muscle in his body tense like he's bracing for a punch.
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:26 pm (UTC)She continues this motion until he jerks awake and her hands move to give him a steady presence on his shoulders, her voice soft.
“Hercules. This is Gipsy Danger. Are you alright?”
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:34 pm (UTC)Hercules. This is Gipsy Danger. Are you alright?
He can't— This can't be happening. He lost everyone already, surely life wouldn't be so cruel as to dangle what he had to say goodbye to in front of his face like this.
But she doesn't waver, doesn't melt away into the darkness, just stays there with her hand on his shoulder and finally, finally, the events of yesterday come crashing back into him.
"Oh," he breathes, his eyes closing as he tries to get his breathing back under control, a few hopeless tears slipping down his temples to get lost in graying hair. "I didn't dream you."
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