God, that look she gives him. It's so perfect, so absolutely her, that he can't help laughing again, his hands rising once more to frame her face and stroke over her hair, tucking her sleek bob back behind her ears so he can see her properly.
"It really is you."
His thumbs stroke over her cheeks slowly, finally steady but for the fainted of trembling in his wrists, and this time when he leans in to kiss her, he's far more gentle about it.
He should probably check to make sure this is okay, but if there's one thing he knows about Gipsy Danger, it's that she has no problems with making her displeasure known. If she didn't want him kissing her, she'd have knocked him arse over teakettle back behind his desk.
So he tries to make this one make up for their first kiss, uses his hands to tilt her head just enough so that when he slides his lips over hers, it's sweet and tender instead of rough and awkward, even though his five o' clock shadow is nearing a nine o' clock one by this point in time. Everything about this moment is so much more real than he was prepared for; from the feel of her skin to the touch of her hands to the smell of her hair.
The impossibility of it is overwhelming -- she knows, she felt similarly when she was first brought back online. She'd fought like a bagged cat to get to him too, but had eventually seen the wisdom in her teams restraint. She needed to adjust to her new body. Training was needed, education -- everything. It was like being a child and starting all over again --- though that analogy had been hard for Gipsy to understand until it was put into more appropriate terms.
"It's me," she clarifies gently, the smile still there on her lips. "It's really me." And then he kisses her and she's lost in her pilot, an emotional hurricane flooding every fiber of her synthetic being.
It's beautiful - everything about this moment is beautiful. The awkwardness of their first kiss, his disbelief, the feeling of his 'shadow' against her skin; all of it is strangely perfect and Gipsy wouldn't have it any other way.
The kiss is sweet and tender and it makes her tremble in his grasp, body quivering a little under his touch. It's responding in ways that she's not familiar with, but ways she'd been warned about.
"Hercules--" She pauses, dragging in a breath and she was stunned at how low her voice sounded at the moment. "I--ah--"
He's going to demand every little detail about her rebirth as soon as he's able to think, but right now he's a little caught up in other things.
She pulls away first and he lets her, presses his lips instead to her forehead and her temple, his hands roving over her spine like he can't help himself from testing out whether or not she's really real or if she's just a hallucination. Despite her repeated reassurances, he's going to need a little time to wrap his head around this.
"Yes, love?" Her voice is beautiful and hearing her say his name like that...
Oh. Oh.
He hadn't thought about it but this is an assault of firsts for Gipsy. She's probably feeling a lot of things she's not used to right now, and damn that's hot. Shit. Keep it together, old man.
Her hands lift and she cups his face, not unlike the way she used to do when they were Drifting together. Her affection for him hasn't gone away at all, if anything -- it's amplified ten fold. She can't keep her hands off of him in much the same way he seems to be currently attached to her.
She sighs and she leans in to kiss him again, eager for the strangely familiar taste of him once more. It reminds her a little bit of being in the Drift - she's been so in tune with him and his thoughts that...well. He tastes a bit like he...felt and that? Wouldn't make sense to anyone other than Gipsy.
She wants everything that he has, she wants to be part of him and be with him like in those memories she'd seen of his and she can tell that that's what her body wants as well but she should really keep it together. Right? Right. She barely knows enough about human nature to jump in head first, though honestly -- isn't that what humans do anyway?
"I missed you." The fingers of her right hand are on his cheek again, tips tracing little paths and lines from his jaw to his ear and back again.
She feels perfect, and Hercules feels like singing — no he does not, he has a terrible voice, that is an awful idea — because he's so happy. This past year has been one long drawn-out haze of pain and grief and even though Gipsy returning will do nothing to bring back his son or his best friend...he's not alone anymore.
Finally, Hercules Hansen isn't a ship loose from its moorings, lost at sea.
Gipsy seems just as eager to kiss him as he is to kiss her, and he would take a moment to marvel at how good she is at this, but then again, she's always been a quick study. He nuzzles a fond little kiss to her lips again, smiling too much to really make it go anywhere, and leans into the brush of her fingertips.
"Oh, darling. I missed you too." So goddamn much.
He's got one hand settled comfortably at the base of her spine, holding her close as the other cradles the back of her neck, his thumb brushing against her hairline, marveling at how perfectly made she is.
"Tendo." It's a quiet word, but uttered with mild amusement. "You can thank Tendo."
Or yell at him. Gipsy isn't sure what it is that Hercules feels like doing, but she's fairly certain that he's not going to be all that displeased with the man, if the look in his eyes -- directed at her, and only her -- and the way he's touching her so gently and tenderly is any indication.
"It was his idea. He thought my AI was too well developed to ever truly lose. He had been backing up all of my files, just in case something happened." And...as they both know, something had happened.
"Do you remember the scientists? Newton and Hermann?"
"That nosy bastard." He sounds anything but pissed off, though.
How could he be angry? Gipsy is alive again, alive and in a form that lets him actually touch her, kiss her, feel her skin beneath his hands and know that she's real again. He'd been so tempted to Drift, in those long months after the final battle, because then he could relive the moments they shared together, relive the better times with Chuck, relive his friendship with Stacker. But Drifting was too dangerous, it was decided, and he'd been totally cut off, leaving him with rapidly-fading memories.
"God, I could kiss him."
Not going to happen. But the fervent gratitude is there.
"Yeah, of course I do. They're a bit hard to forget."
"I'd prefer it if you reserved that right for only me," she's teasing him, of all things. "But I suppose I could forgive one time..."
Gipsy's arms fasten around his waist and she stays right there close to him, unwilling to break the embrace that she'd craved for so long.
"They assisted. I am..." She hesitates. "Synthetic, they said. A synthetic human. I look and feel and taste and touch like you, but my bones...they are recycled Jaeger metal." She seems very hesitant to go into more detail -- she doesn't want him to feel weird, and doesn't want him to push her away.
"I'm almost as human as you, Hercules." She's speaking too fast, glossing over more details. "It's just...I have silica pathways instead of blood vessels." She exhales. "And I have to breath and eat and drink, just like you."
And, you know -- she's very obviously female. Tendo was thorough.
"Is it alright?" Gipsy echoes a question she asked him a long time ago, and gives him a similarly anxious look, uncertain of how he's going to react to any of this. She's still technically a machine, when it boiled down to it -- a humanized Jaeger.
"I guess I could restrain myself..." It's so easy to fall into this little pattern of a teasing back-and-forth, like the past year hadn't happened at all and he was still clambering up 25 stories to climb inside her cockpit and Drift with her.
She starts to tell him her story but there's a hesitation to her, a reluctant to go into great detail that has him frowning and cupping her face in one hand.
The last thing he wants is for her to feel uncomfortable around him, he never wanted that.
"Is it alright?" He lifts incredulous brows. "Gipsy, baby, you're alive, of course it's alright!" He couldn't give two shits about her status as a machine or not. She's standing here in front of him, her mind is exactly the same as it used to be, her voice is the same, her hands are the same... Who fucking cares if her bones are metal or she doesn't have proper blood? Hercules certainly doesn't. "Is it alright. Honestly, who do you think I am?"
Shaking his head fondly at her, he kisses her again, nibbling at her lower lip just because he can and because, blood vessels or not, it feels so plush beneath his.
She'd started to argue, started to tell him that she couldn't be positive how strange he'd think all of this, and if he'd reject the thought of having a Jaeger stand here in front of him, looking and feeling like a human but remaining entirely different at her core.
He answers the question with his kiss, and he has her making a quiet noise against his mouth because that? Is amazing. Her fingers fist in his shirt and she has to remember to dial back - as always - because while she's human on the outside, on the inside she's made of fucking Jaeger metal and could probably punch her way through a goddamn concrete wall.
She mumbles his name and it comes out a little more ragged than she'd anticipated. He's managed to again set all of her senses on fire and she's putty in his hands, pliable and eager and entirely willing.
As soon as he realizes that she's still as strong as she used to be, he's going to mumble something asinine like that's so hot and get her to show him just how strong she really is. Because if there's one thing Hercules Hansen likes, it's strong women.
He ends up leaning back against the edge of his desk, his knees spread, coaxing her to come closer and stand between them so they're more of a height as he kisses her again.
They should probably stop, they're in his office, for god's sake, but he feels absolutely no desire to stop this, because this involves kissing her until her lips are pink and shiny and then kissing her some more, because damn. She's beautiful, and he has to taste her. Licking past her lips, he strokes his tongue along hers, whatever it was he was planning on saying getting lost between them.
He doesn't give a damn, apparently. Gipsy is relieved -- or she would be, if she wasn't distracted by the heat of his mouth covering hers. Other things distract her too -- like the way he leans back against the desk, encouraging her to come closer, and the way his warm, wet tongue pushes into her mouth to tangle with hers. That is really distracting, and Gipsy groans again, heat flooding every inch of her.
She presses right in there against him, wedging herself between his thighs and sliding her hands back around to grip at the frost of his shirt as she kisses him nack, desperate and demanding and wanting and no fucks given.
They're in his office, anyone could come in at an time -- she hadn't locked the door and in hindsight, it's something she should've done -- but Gipsy is so caught up in experiencing him physically that she simply doesn't care.
How do you really explain propriety to a jaeger that's nosed through his entire catalogued sex life, anyway?
She's so responsive, surging up against him and pressing as close as she can get, her fingers clutching at his shirt as she leans against his chest and demands more from him, something he is quite happy to give.
The way she squirms in his arms has him idly wondering if he should have encouraged her to straddle his knee so she'd have something to rub up against, but changing positions right now does not sound like a good idea, so he just slides his hands down over her shoulders and her spine, pulling her just as close as she's pulling herself.
One of these days he's going to have to talk to her about how most people deal with sex and sexual urges, since he never really got the chance before — and the fact that he does have the chance now makes him grin stupidly — but that day is not today, since today apparently includes sliding his hands down over the firm swell of her ass and kneading a little as he tugs her as close as she can possibly get.
If someone came through his door right now, they would get one hell of an eyeful.
She gets it honest, really -- all of this? Is a product of learning from him. One of the fun things about Gipsy's memory files? She saved everything. Every experience in the Drift with him, every memory of his that she nosed into, every talk they had was burned into her own memory and available at any point in time for the taking. It was like going through a hard drive and selecting the different file you wanted to open -- it was that easy for her to reference something if she was uncertain of what she should do.
Despite all of her references though, Gipsy is still incredibly inexperienced, and is going to need some guidance. She's uncertain of herself and this body, and isn't exactly sure what she should be doing with it while he so thoroughly claims her mouth with his.
She's getting hot, and that military issued jacket she's wearing has got to go, right now. She pulls away from him just long enough to practically rip it from her shoulders and toss it away, though she pauses before pouncing again, just...looking at him and savoring his appearence and his realness.
Which is all the more evident when she pulls away to angrily strip out of her jacket, flinging it to the ground and leaving her in the standard-issue tank top that has never before seemed so appealing on anyone else.
He reaches for her again, his gaze more than a little heated as he watches her watch him. "God, I want to undress you with my teeth," he murmurs as he reels her back into his arms, his hands sliding over her body like he has every right to touch her however he likes. He's still fully dressed in his shirt and tie, everything neatly pressed — or at least, it was before Gipsy got her hands on it and wrinkled it to hell and back — and while she's still fully dressed by any real standard, there's something kind of thrilling to this.
It's only when he leans back in to kiss her again that he really regrets not taking the time to lock his door, because that's when it opens, a perfunctory knock against the frame as it's pushed open serving as their only warning that they suddenly have an audience.
The smile that plays over her lips is both coy and innocent; Gipsy is well aware that this form is pleasing to the eye. His eyes, anyway -- he made that clear over a year ago, when she'd first showed it to him.
She's so glad Tendo used it as a reference. There's no telling what she'd look like if he hadn't found this tucked away in her files.
"That seems complicated," she murmurs, potentially making an otherwise intensely hot moment nice and awkward in typical Gipsy style. Her comment doesn't seem to change the atmosphere though, and she's plucking at his shirt and parting her lips to kiss him again when she hears the sharp knock and the door swing open.
Problem is, Gipsy is still really new at this, so she's content to remain right there in his arms - though she's not nearly rude enough to occupy his mouth while he greets their new guest. Her back is to the door, but her arms are tight around Hercules and she's not budging from his grip. Not while she's got him -- in fact, she sees little reason to ever let go again.
There's really nothing he can do to salvage this situation, so he might as well just roll with it, which is why Hercules doesn't push Gipsy out of his arms or attempt to straighten his clothes — not to mention that there really isn't time, he only realizes the door is being opened when it's already partially open — instead, he just lifts his head and pastes on his best disapproving 'I'm busy' look.
It usually works a lot better on intimidated underlings than it does the program's star pilot.
This...is awkward.
"Becket," he says, trying to ignore how gruff he sounds. He doesn't let go of Gipsy though, keeps his arm snugly around her waist so she knows he's not ashamed of her or of them or whatever.
At least he's not the only one who suddenly feels incredibly awkward, if the deer in the headlights look Raleigh is wearing is any indication. Hercules has no idea if he can recognize Gipsy in her current form, but thankfully Raleigh has the good grace to look incredibly sheepish at having interrupted what is so clearly a private moment.
He's clearly about to just back out of the room when something clicks in his head and his jaw just about hits the floor.
"Oh Christ." Hercules preemptively covers his face with his hand, because he knows exactly where this is going.
She rests her cheek on Herc's shoulder and patiently waits; he will handle whatever it is that needs handling and then they can return to kissing because Gipsy really likes kissing. Her fingers have managed to loosen his tie (seriously what is with humans and knotting up their attire?), but that's as far as she's managed to get.
She half turns in his arm to see who it is at the same moment he addresses the person by their last name.
Raleigh's jaw isn't the only one on the floor right now. After what happened inside of the rift, Gipsy never expected to see him again until she'd been brought back online, and while Hercules is the person that she went for first, Raleigh is an important man on her roster.
She just...hadn't expected to have to deal with this yet.
"Hello, Raleigh," she says, tone conversational though there's underlying hints of apprehension and awkwardness. "It's good to see you again."
He knows who she is -- there's no sense in hiding it.
Raleigh makes a strangled sort of noise in the back of his throat, his eyes wide as he stares at Gipsy and Herc. Hercules thankfully manages to miss this part due to the hand he's still got clapped over his face and the fact he's let his head nearly drop down to Gipsy's shoulder.
"You— And her—" Apparently Raleigh can't manage full sentences just yet. "Is that— Gipsy?" It would be funny to hear him squeak if he wasn't interrupting something.
As it is, Hercules just sighs and totally ignores the pilot, turning instead to the woman in his arms.
"Yes, Gipsy. You want to go talk to him, love? Because I sure as hell don't." That's a rather unsubtle get the fuck out, Raleigh. Not that he listens, of course, still stuck on staring at Gipsy's humanoid body.
"Gipsy Danger, yes." She cups the side of Herc's face, fingers gently pressing against his skin as if to say It's alright, don't worry.
She untangles herself from his grip, and nods -- which probably isn't the answer that Herc was looking for. However, Raleigh has just walked in on something that is not really...explainable at all unless he talks to Gipsy herself. It isn't fair to Raleigh to shoo him out and expect him not to be complete and utterly confused and possibly hurt.
"Come, Raleigh. I will explain." She steps over her jacket that's laying in a pile on the floor and picks her way over to her former pilot, and slowly and begins to explain everything she had already told Hercules in quiet detail.
That is the last thing he wanted to hear her say. Dammit.
Raleigh is on his shit list, that's for sure.
Gipsy twists her way out of his arms and nimbly steps over her jacket — he's not sure how long she's be 'online' as it were, but however long it was, she's clearly used to her new body now — and leaves him leaning against his desk, frustrated and extremely resentful of the interruption. Still, he's a grown-ass man, and so he mans the fuck up and deals with it.
Gipsy's jacket gets hung on the back of his chair and then he plops back down behind his desk, pulling his tie out of his collar and unbuttoning a few buttons as he watches Gipsy try to explain what happened to make her the way she is to a shell shocked Raleigh.
Finally, some of his empathy kicks in, and Herc reaches into the bottom drawer of his desk to pull out a bottle of carefully-hoarded whiskey which he then pours generous amounts into two glasses.
He carries one over to Raleigh and presses it into his hand. "Here," he grunts, still looking a little peeved that his reunion was usurped by someone else. "You're going to need this."
While Gipsy talks, she carefully guides Raleigh to sit down before he falls down. Gipsy herself isn't pleased about the interruption, but -- it's Raleigh. He was a big part of her life before she met Hercules. She's experienced the absolute worst and some of the best memories of her life with the younger pilot.
...She only hopes that Hercules can understand that the bond between herself and Raleigh is strong, though it's not even remotely close to the one she has with him. Her connection with the younger pilot is more on par with what Hercules would consider siblings. If Gipsy understood the terminology, she would call him 'brother'.
Hercules...is something else entirely. Hercules, who looks incredibly grumpy as he passes a glass of relatively foul smelling liquid to Raleigh. When Raleigh takes it, Gipsy's nose wrinkles but she reaches to catch that free hand of Herc's, fingers threading with his.
She's sorry it got interrupted, but she couldn't kick Raleigh to the curb. Almost on autopilot, she tilts her head questioningly at him, using her mind to make a query.
Are you angry?
It takes her a moment to realize that he can't hear it, and an irritated and almost angry look passes over her face in response.
Gipsy reaches out to take his hand when he finally joins them in front of his desk, her head tilted a little to the side as she looks at him, her brows drawing together. He can't read her mind anymore, but he can guess what she's asking, especially when she looks pissy and irritated immediately after like she just realized what she's doing.
He manages to quirk a little smile at her and shakes his head slightly, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
No, I'm not mad. Not at you.
He understands, to a point, Gipsy's need to be around Raleigh, and her concern for him. He was her first pilot. He's not going to begrudge her the chance to explain her miraculous ressurrection to him.
He's just going to sit down in the other incredibly uncomfortable chair in front of his desk and casually pull her down until she's perching in his lap. This way he can snake his arm around her waist and hold her gently against his chest as he drinks his own whiskey, the look he shoots Raleigh over her shoulder blatantly challenging the younger pilot to say anything about the casual way Hercules touches Gipsy's human body.
She's glad that Herc seems to understand her, and she gives his hand a little squeeze.
Try not to be mad at him.
It's infuriating not to be able to read his mind anymore, but she supposed that it's something she's going to have to live with. Unfortunate, but it seemed to be a byproduct of being human.
"I know it's a lot to take in," her voice is quiet as she speaks to her former pilot, free hand lifting to brush strands of her black bob behind her ear. She sits comfortably in Herc's lap, looking entirely unfazed at the rather, ah -- possessive way he's holding onto her. She's not that much different, honestly. She's fiercely protective of her pilots, though this...this is so much different.
"It's confusing for me, too." She reaches up and behind her to brush Herc's cheek while he glares daggers at Raleigh.
Yes, it's one of the unfortunate side effects of being human. But being human has other great benefits, like kissing, and things that follow after kissing... When you don't get interrupted, that is.
He listens intently to her story the second time around, having been a little dumbfounded the first time — he can tell Raleigh is probably going to need to hear it twice too, judging by the look on his face — and not for the first time, Herc is amazed that he spends so much time with such brilliant people day in and day out. He's really going to need to spend more time down in the science labs with the geeks, because this is incredible.
Gipsy's fingers brush gently against his cheek and he can't help the soft huff of air through his nose, a quiet laugh and acquiescence both.
He's still not exactly thrilled that Raleigh interrupted them, but he'll stop making a big fuss over it, if that's what she wants.
"I'm going to buy Tendo a fucking fruit basket," he says, chuckling into his glass of whiskey after Gipsy is done telling her tale.
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Date: 2013-07-19 10:29 pm (UTC)"It really is you."
His thumbs stroke over her cheeks slowly, finally steady but for the fainted of trembling in his wrists, and this time when he leans in to kiss her, he's far more gentle about it.
He should probably check to make sure this is okay, but if there's one thing he knows about Gipsy Danger, it's that she has no problems with making her displeasure known. If she didn't want him kissing her, she'd have knocked him arse over teakettle back behind his desk.
So he tries to make this one make up for their first kiss, uses his hands to tilt her head just enough so that when he slides his lips over hers, it's sweet and tender instead of rough and awkward, even though his five o' clock shadow is nearing a nine o' clock one by this point in time. Everything about this moment is so much more real than he was prepared for; from the feel of her skin to the touch of her hands to the smell of her hair.
She's real.
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Date: 2013-07-19 10:46 pm (UTC)"It's me," she clarifies gently, the smile still there on her lips. "It's really me." And then he kisses her and she's lost in her pilot, an emotional hurricane flooding every fiber of her synthetic being.
It's beautiful - everything about this moment is beautiful. The awkwardness of their first kiss, his disbelief, the feeling of his 'shadow' against her skin; all of it is strangely perfect and Gipsy wouldn't have it any other way.
The kiss is sweet and tender and it makes her tremble in his grasp, body quivering a little under his touch. It's responding in ways that she's not familiar with, but ways she'd been warned about.
"Hercules--" She pauses, dragging in a breath and she was stunned at how low her voice sounded at the moment. "I--ah--"
Ahem.
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Date: 2013-07-19 11:03 pm (UTC)She pulls away first and he lets her, presses his lips instead to her forehead and her temple, his hands roving over her spine like he can't help himself from testing out whether or not she's really real or if she's just a hallucination. Despite her repeated reassurances, he's going to need a little time to wrap his head around this.
"Yes, love?" Her voice is beautiful and hearing her say his name like that...
Oh. Oh.
He hadn't thought about it but this is an assault of firsts for Gipsy. She's probably feeling a lot of things she's not used to right now, and damn that's hot. Shit. Keep it together, old man.
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Date: 2013-07-19 11:25 pm (UTC)She sighs and she leans in to kiss him again, eager for the strangely familiar taste of him once more. It reminds her a little bit of being in the Drift - she's been so in tune with him and his thoughts that...well. He tastes a bit like he...felt and that? Wouldn't make sense to anyone other than Gipsy.
She wants everything that he has, she wants to be part of him and be with him like in those memories she'd seen of his and she can tell that that's what her body wants as well but she should really keep it together. Right? Right. She barely knows enough about human nature to jump in head first, though honestly -- isn't that what humans do anyway?
"I missed you." The fingers of her right hand are on his cheek again, tips tracing little paths and lines from his jaw to his ear and back again.
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Date: 2013-07-19 11:35 pm (UTC)Finally, Hercules Hansen isn't a ship loose from its moorings, lost at sea.
Gipsy seems just as eager to kiss him as he is to kiss her, and he would take a moment to marvel at how good she is at this, but then again, she's always been a quick study. He nuzzles a fond little kiss to her lips again, smiling too much to really make it go anywhere, and leans into the brush of her fingertips.
"Oh, darling. I missed you too." So goddamn much.
He's got one hand settled comfortably at the base of her spine, holding her close as the other cradles the back of her neck, his thumb brushing against her hairline, marveling at how perfectly made she is.
"But seriously. How is this even possible?"
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Date: 2013-07-19 11:42 pm (UTC)Or yell at him. Gipsy isn't sure what it is that Hercules feels like doing, but she's fairly certain that he's not going to be all that displeased with the man, if the look in his eyes -- directed at her, and only her -- and the way he's touching her so gently and tenderly is any indication.
"It was his idea. He thought my AI was too well developed to ever truly lose. He had been backing up all of my files, just in case something happened." And...as they both know, something had happened.
"Do you remember the scientists? Newton and Hermann?"
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Date: 2013-07-19 11:49 pm (UTC)How could he be angry? Gipsy is alive again, alive and in a form that lets him actually touch her, kiss her, feel her skin beneath his hands and know that she's real again. He'd been so tempted to Drift, in those long months after the final battle, because then he could relive the moments they shared together, relive the better times with Chuck, relive his friendship with Stacker. But Drifting was too dangerous, it was decided, and he'd been totally cut off, leaving him with rapidly-fading memories.
"God, I could kiss him."
Not going to happen. But the fervent gratitude is there.
"Yeah, of course I do. They're a bit hard to forget."
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Date: 2013-07-19 11:56 pm (UTC)Gipsy's arms fasten around his waist and she stays right there close to him, unwilling to break the embrace that she'd craved for so long.
"They assisted. I am..." She hesitates. "Synthetic, they said. A synthetic human. I look and feel and taste and touch like you, but my bones...they are recycled Jaeger metal." She seems very hesitant to go into more detail -- she doesn't want him to feel weird, and doesn't want him to push her away.
"I'm almost as human as you, Hercules." She's speaking too fast, glossing over more details. "It's just...I have silica pathways instead of blood vessels." She exhales. "And I have to breath and eat and drink, just like you."
And, you know -- she's very obviously female. Tendo was thorough.
"Is it alright?" Gipsy echoes a question she asked him a long time ago, and gives him a similarly anxious look, uncertain of how he's going to react to any of this. She's still technically a machine, when it boiled down to it -- a humanized Jaeger.
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Date: 2013-07-20 12:03 am (UTC)She starts to tell him her story but there's a hesitation to her, a reluctant to go into great detail that has him frowning and cupping her face in one hand.
The last thing he wants is for her to feel uncomfortable around him, he never wanted that.
"Is it alright?" He lifts incredulous brows. "Gipsy, baby, you're alive, of course it's alright!" He couldn't give two shits about her status as a machine or not. She's standing here in front of him, her mind is exactly the same as it used to be, her voice is the same, her hands are the same... Who fucking cares if her bones are metal or she doesn't have proper blood? Hercules certainly doesn't. "Is it alright. Honestly, who do you think I am?"
Shaking his head fondly at her, he kisses her again, nibbling at her lower lip just because he can and because, blood vessels or not, it feels so plush beneath his.
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Date: 2013-07-20 12:09 am (UTC)She'd started to argue, started to tell him that she couldn't be positive how strange he'd think all of this, and if he'd reject the thought of having a Jaeger stand here in front of him, looking and feeling like a human but remaining entirely different at her core.
He answers the question with his kiss, and he has her making a quiet noise against his mouth because that? Is amazing. Her fingers fist in his shirt and she has to remember to dial back - as always - because while she's human on the outside, on the inside she's made of fucking Jaeger metal and could probably punch her way through a goddamn concrete wall.
She mumbles his name and it comes out a little more ragged than she'd anticipated. He's managed to again set all of her senses on fire and she's putty in his hands, pliable and eager and entirely willing.
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Date: 2013-07-20 12:22 am (UTC)He ends up leaning back against the edge of his desk, his knees spread, coaxing her to come closer and stand between them so they're more of a height as he kisses her again.
They should probably stop, they're in his office, for god's sake, but he feels absolutely no desire to stop this, because this involves kissing her until her lips are pink and shiny and then kissing her some more, because damn. She's beautiful, and he has to taste her. Licking past her lips, he strokes his tongue along hers, whatever it was he was planning on saying getting lost between them.
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Date: 2013-07-20 12:28 am (UTC)She presses right in there against him, wedging herself between his thighs and sliding her hands back around to grip at the frost of his shirt as she kisses him nack, desperate and demanding and wanting and no fucks given.
They're in his office, anyone could come in at an time -- she hadn't locked the door and in hindsight, it's something she should've done -- but Gipsy is so caught up in experiencing him physically that she simply doesn't care.
How do you really explain propriety to a jaeger that's nosed through his entire catalogued sex life, anyway?
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Date: 2013-07-20 12:35 am (UTC)The way she squirms in his arms has him idly wondering if he should have encouraged her to straddle his knee so she'd have something to rub up against, but changing positions right now does not sound like a good idea, so he just slides his hands down over her shoulders and her spine, pulling her just as close as she's pulling herself.
One of these days he's going to have to talk to her about how most people deal with sex and sexual urges, since he never really got the chance before — and the fact that he does have the chance now makes him grin stupidly — but that day is not today, since today apparently includes sliding his hands down over the firm swell of her ass and kneading a little as he tugs her as close as she can possibly get.
If someone came through his door right now, they would get one hell of an eyeful.
Hercules finds it hard to care.
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Date: 2013-07-20 12:57 am (UTC)Despite all of her references though, Gipsy is still incredibly inexperienced, and is going to need some guidance. She's uncertain of herself and this body, and isn't exactly sure what she should be doing with it while he so thoroughly claims her mouth with his.
She's getting hot, and that military issued jacket she's wearing has got to go, right now. She pulls away from him just long enough to practically rip it from her shoulders and toss it away, though she pauses before pouncing again, just...looking at him and savoring his appearence and his realness.
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Date: 2013-07-20 01:06 am (UTC)Which is all the more evident when she pulls away to angrily strip out of her jacket, flinging it to the ground and leaving her in the standard-issue tank top that has never before seemed so appealing on anyone else.
He reaches for her again, his gaze more than a little heated as he watches her watch him. "God, I want to undress you with my teeth," he murmurs as he reels her back into his arms, his hands sliding over her body like he has every right to touch her however he likes. He's still fully dressed in his shirt and tie, everything neatly pressed — or at least, it was before Gipsy got her hands on it and wrinkled it to hell and back — and while she's still fully dressed by any real standard, there's something kind of thrilling to this.
It's only when he leans back in to kiss her again that he really regrets not taking the time to lock his door, because that's when it opens, a perfunctory knock against the frame as it's pushed open serving as their only warning that they suddenly have an audience.
Hercules? Is not happy.
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Date: 2013-07-20 03:16 am (UTC)She's so glad Tendo used it as a reference. There's no telling what she'd look like if he hadn't found this tucked away in her files.
"That seems complicated," she murmurs, potentially making an otherwise intensely hot moment nice and awkward in typical Gipsy style. Her comment doesn't seem to change the atmosphere though, and she's plucking at his shirt and parting her lips to kiss him again when she hears the sharp knock and the door swing open.
Problem is, Gipsy is still really new at this, so she's content to remain right there in his arms - though she's not nearly rude enough to occupy his mouth while he greets their new guest. Her back is to the door, but her arms are tight around Hercules and she's not budging from his grip. Not while she's got him -- in fact, she sees little reason to ever let go again.
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Date: 2013-07-20 03:37 am (UTC)It usually works a lot better on intimidated underlings than it does the program's star pilot.
This...is awkward.
"Becket," he says, trying to ignore how gruff he sounds. He doesn't let go of Gipsy though, keeps his arm snugly around her waist so she knows he's not ashamed of her or of them or whatever.
At least he's not the only one who suddenly feels incredibly awkward, if the deer in the headlights look Raleigh is wearing is any indication. Hercules has no idea if he can recognize Gipsy in her current form, but thankfully Raleigh has the good grace to look incredibly sheepish at having interrupted what is so clearly a private moment.
He's clearly about to just back out of the room when something clicks in his head and his jaw just about hits the floor.
"Oh Christ." Hercules preemptively covers his face with his hand, because he knows exactly where this is going.
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Date: 2013-07-20 03:44 am (UTC)She half turns in his arm to see who it is at the same moment he addresses the person by their last name.
Raleigh's jaw isn't the only one on the floor right now. After what happened inside of the rift, Gipsy never expected to see him again until she'd been brought back online, and while Hercules is the person that she went for first, Raleigh is an important man on her roster.
She just...hadn't expected to have to deal with this yet.
"Hello, Raleigh," she says, tone conversational though there's underlying hints of apprehension and awkwardness. "It's good to see you again."
He knows who she is -- there's no sense in hiding it.
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Date: 2013-07-20 03:55 am (UTC)"You— And her—" Apparently Raleigh can't manage full sentences just yet. "Is that— Gipsy?" It would be funny to hear him squeak if he wasn't interrupting something.
As it is, Hercules just sighs and totally ignores the pilot, turning instead to the woman in his arms.
"Yes, Gipsy. You want to go talk to him, love? Because I sure as hell don't." That's a rather unsubtle get the fuck out, Raleigh. Not that he listens, of course, still stuck on staring at Gipsy's humanoid body.
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Date: 2013-07-20 04:05 am (UTC)"Gipsy Danger, yes." She cups the side of Herc's face, fingers gently pressing against his skin as if to say It's alright, don't worry.
She untangles herself from his grip, and nods -- which probably isn't the answer that Herc was looking for. However, Raleigh has just walked in on something that is not really...explainable at all unless he talks to Gipsy herself. It isn't fair to Raleigh to shoo him out and expect him not to be complete and utterly confused and possibly hurt.
"Come, Raleigh. I will explain." She steps over her jacket that's laying in a pile on the floor and picks her way over to her former pilot, and slowly and begins to explain everything she had already told Hercules in quiet detail.
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Date: 2013-07-20 04:10 am (UTC)Raleigh is on his shit list, that's for sure.
Gipsy twists her way out of his arms and nimbly steps over her jacket — he's not sure how long she's be 'online' as it were, but however long it was, she's clearly used to her new body now — and leaves him leaning against his desk, frustrated and extremely resentful of the interruption. Still, he's a grown-ass man, and so he mans the fuck up and deals with it.
Gipsy's jacket gets hung on the back of his chair and then he plops back down behind his desk, pulling his tie out of his collar and unbuttoning a few buttons as he watches Gipsy try to explain what happened to make her the way she is to a shell shocked Raleigh.
Finally, some of his empathy kicks in, and Herc reaches into the bottom drawer of his desk to pull out a bottle of carefully-hoarded whiskey which he then pours generous amounts into two glasses.
He carries one over to Raleigh and presses it into his hand. "Here," he grunts, still looking a little peeved that his reunion was usurped by someone else. "You're going to need this."
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Date: 2013-07-20 04:21 am (UTC)...She only hopes that Hercules can understand that the bond between herself and Raleigh is strong, though it's not even remotely close to the one she has with him. Her connection with the younger pilot is more on par with what Hercules would consider siblings. If Gipsy understood the terminology, she would call him 'brother'.
Hercules...is something else entirely. Hercules, who looks incredibly grumpy as he passes a glass of relatively foul smelling liquid to Raleigh. When Raleigh takes it, Gipsy's nose wrinkles but she reaches to catch that free hand of Herc's, fingers threading with his.
She's sorry it got interrupted, but she couldn't kick Raleigh to the curb. Almost on autopilot, she tilts her head questioningly at him, using her mind to make a query.
Are you angry?
It takes her a moment to realize that he can't hear it, and an irritated and almost angry look passes over her face in response.
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Date: 2013-07-20 04:26 am (UTC)He manages to quirk a little smile at her and shakes his head slightly, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
No, I'm not mad. Not at you.
He understands, to a point, Gipsy's need to be around Raleigh, and her concern for him. He was her first pilot. He's not going to begrudge her the chance to explain her miraculous ressurrection to him.
He's just going to sit down in the other incredibly uncomfortable chair in front of his desk and casually pull her down until she's perching in his lap. This way he can snake his arm around her waist and hold her gently against his chest as he drinks his own whiskey, the look he shoots Raleigh over her shoulder blatantly challenging the younger pilot to say anything about the casual way Hercules touches Gipsy's human body.
If he knows what's good for him, he won't.
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Date: 2013-07-20 04:35 am (UTC)Try not to be mad at him.
It's infuriating not to be able to read his mind anymore, but she supposed that it's something she's going to have to live with. Unfortunate, but it seemed to be a byproduct of being human.
"I know it's a lot to take in," her voice is quiet as she speaks to her former pilot, free hand lifting to brush strands of her black bob behind her ear. She sits comfortably in Herc's lap, looking entirely unfazed at the rather, ah -- possessive way he's holding onto her. She's not that much different, honestly. She's fiercely protective of her pilots, though this...this is so much different.
"It's confusing for me, too." She reaches up and behind her to brush Herc's cheek while he glares daggers at Raleigh.
Stop that.
"But...it is better than not being here at all."
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Date: 2013-07-20 04:42 am (UTC)He listens intently to her story the second time around, having been a little dumbfounded the first time — he can tell Raleigh is probably going to need to hear it twice too, judging by the look on his face — and not for the first time, Herc is amazed that he spends so much time with such brilliant people day in and day out. He's really going to need to spend more time down in the science labs with the geeks, because this is incredible.
Gipsy's fingers brush gently against his cheek and he can't help the soft huff of air through his nose, a quiet laugh and acquiescence both.
He's still not exactly thrilled that Raleigh interrupted them, but he'll stop making a big fuss over it, if that's what she wants.
"I'm going to buy Tendo a fucking fruit basket," he says, chuckling into his glass of whiskey after Gipsy is done telling her tale.
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