Okay, this was nice. Comfortable. It felt right. Maybe it felt a little too comfortable and a little too right and Megabyte belittled himself a hundred different ways for wishful thinking and all of the romantic notions that went along with it. This was Claire and they were friends and it wasn't as though he hadn't the opportunity to hold a friend like this before. Strictly platonic, only friendly, it meant nothing.
But this was Claire and she felt good leaning into his side that way. Her hair smelled good and it kind of tickled his neck and chin, but in a good way. She was warm and she was soft and she fit up against him so perfectly, like he was meant to hold her like this and Megabyte really, really didn't want to let her go.
Damn House and his lewd suggestions. Because of House, he couldn't just sit here and enjoy the moment. He had to resist letting his mind wander in places it probably wouldn't have wandered – at least not at this time – if it hadn't been for the Cranky Cane Wielding Bastard. That was on top of resisting the urge to stroke Claire's hair, which was most definitely becoming more and more appealing and harder to resist by the moment.
And he really was not thinking about that innocent kiss that she planted on his cheek.
Nope. Not going there.
Fortunately, Claire was a distraction, in a very non-romantic way as well. She was tearing herself up over something, and though he was tempted to ask, he didn't. Megabyte wasn't certain precisely how much of those drugs had worked themselves out of her system, and how much of her brain might still be clouded by them. If she didn't recall his confession of empathy and telepathy, then he wasn't going to remind her about it by telling her that he could feel her confusion.
Ignoring it wasn't an option, not without shielding himself and he didn't want to shield himself from Claire. So he focused on what he could that wasn't her tumultuous thoughts, like the fact that she was all right, and he could be here holding her. Like the way she smelled and the warmth of her body and how relaxed Junior was as well.
Her emotional tumult changed, drawing his attention before she even spoke. "Can I tell you some, uh, stuff.. about, uh.. here?"
His answer, naturally, was one to reassure her and remind her that she could talk to him about anything.
His answer was meant to be that. Instead, his stomach one upped his brain and his mouth. Loudly.
Claire backed out of that conversation before it even started. "Never mind. You go eat - I've been living in the lap of luxury here for days. They even have peanut butter. Find something other than papayas and barnacles; you deserve it."
There was no way he could lie and say he wasn't hungry. Not with his stomach seconding her suggestion. Yet, he stayed for a minute, holding her close. "Did you eat?"
"Oh yeah, Molly brought me something from the kitchen earlier. She wanted to make sure I take good care of myself." Though he couldn't see her face, he could sense Claire rolling her eyes. It made him smile; it was good to know that Ethan and his bastard friends hadn't wiped that independent streak out of his girl.
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Date: 2006-08-24 03:59 am (UTC)But this was Claire and she felt good leaning into his side that way. Her hair smelled good and it kind of tickled his neck and chin, but in a good way. She was warm and she was soft and she fit up against him so perfectly, like he was meant to hold her like this and Megabyte really, really didn't want to let her go.
Damn House and his lewd suggestions. Because of House, he couldn't just sit here and enjoy the moment. He had to resist letting his mind wander in places it probably wouldn't have wandered – at least not at this time – if it hadn't been for the Cranky Cane Wielding Bastard. That was on top of resisting the urge to stroke Claire's hair, which was most definitely becoming more and more appealing and harder to resist by the moment.
And he really was not thinking about that innocent kiss that she planted on his cheek.
Nope. Not going there.
Fortunately, Claire was a distraction, in a very non-romantic way as well. She was tearing herself up over something, and though he was tempted to ask, he didn't. Megabyte wasn't certain precisely how much of those drugs had worked themselves out of her system, and how much of her brain might still be clouded by them. If she didn't recall his confession of empathy and telepathy, then he wasn't going to remind her about it by telling her that he could feel her confusion.
Ignoring it wasn't an option, not without shielding himself and he didn't want to shield himself from Claire. So he focused on what he could that wasn't her tumultuous thoughts, like the fact that she was all right, and he could be here holding her. Like the way she smelled and the warmth of her body and how relaxed Junior was as well.
Her emotional tumult changed, drawing his attention before she even spoke. "Can I tell you some, uh, stuff.. about, uh.. here?"
His answer, naturally, was one to reassure her and remind her that she could talk to him about anything.
His answer was meant to be that. Instead, his stomach one upped his brain and his mouth. Loudly.
Claire backed out of that conversation before it even started. "Never mind. You go eat - I've been living in the lap of luxury here for days. They even have peanut butter. Find something other than papayas and barnacles; you deserve it."
There was no way he could lie and say he wasn't hungry. Not with his stomach seconding her suggestion. Yet, he stayed for a minute, holding her close. "Did you eat?"
"Oh yeah, Molly brought me something from the kitchen earlier. She wanted to make sure I take good care of myself." Though he couldn't see her face, he could sense Claire rolling her eyes. It made him smile; it was good to know that Ethan and his bastard friends hadn't wiped that independent streak out of his girl.
(My girl? Cripes. Get a grip, Damon. Fast.)
OOC: To be continued . . .