theblueblondespy:

The blonde grinned with a small chuckle, a lie told that slipped only partway. Fingertips tapped lightly at the back of her hand, tendons flickering under his skin, then changed to rubbing circles, tracing over her knuckles. “Alright honey.” He decides to drop the subject, they could talk about it when she was slightly better rested and he wasn’t seeing fingers crawling from behind the filing cabinets. “You are exhausted, jet lagged most likely, it’s” Ariel checked his watch trying not to disturb the woman settled against him. “7pm, get into bed and I’ll look after you. Tea, kisses and snuggles are exactly what you need.” He brushes a hand through her hair, and plants a small kiss on the shell of her ear. “Does that sound good to you?”

Bee watches in fascination as the Spy’s deft hands move as she listens to his words. “You’re a hypocrite. I’ll go to bed only if you do, because then I can make sure you sleep by dumping my dead weight on you.” The chuckle that leaves her lips is indeed tired, but just as happy. “Either that or I’m just going to force you to drink hot milk for a few hours… ‘nd don’t repeat my words at me, you’re preaching to the converted.” Tea, kisses and snuggles made the world go ‘round… Or was that the jetlag talking? Regardless, Bee lifts her head into the touch with a fond hum, the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “That sounds wonderful.”

theblueblondespy:

“Last night.” Ariel waves the question away with a spidery hand and a confident word. He knows he looks awful but work has to be done, he gets enough sleep to survive, and despite the painful thinness to his frame and flickering images of shadows that plagued his waking moments, he was fine with it. As long as he survives. “Is everything alright?” His hand seeks hers and pulls them away from her face, giving it a comforting squeeze. The spy could feel the tension in her body, the pent up emotion. He made a little shift as his belt dug into his hip.

Bee snorts. Of course. “I said slept properly, not ‘when was the last time you got just enough sleep so that you don’t pass out from exhaustion’, silly Spy.” Her fingers fall into his with practised, comfortable ease and no hesitation. “It’s… It’s fine. Just… Family stuff. They’ll be fine.” It takes a few seconds for her to believe herself and a few repetitions of her final statement before she gets a hold on herself again. “It’s fine. All will be fine in the end.” There’s a yawn tacked on to the end of her sentance but she ignores it in favor of bringing her legs up beneath herself so that she can better settle against Ariel, practically feeling the worry melt away in the Spy’s glorious body heat.

Y: Well lookie at you Bee. Really trend setting.. Yeah.

*Huff* Hello to you too. *Fluffs out her skirt. Mother of God and all the little children, this is odd* How are you, love, aside from ogling my legs?

Oh christ, not so soon, plea-

…Uugghhhh. *Suddenly, headbands and round sunglasses and oh gods, blue spotty dresses and- Wow, Bee, you look like a bit like Scout’s mom but ginger.

What the hell is going on-*

theblueblondespy:

He wraps his arms around her and nestles into the shape of her body, resting his head back against the sofa and once again closing his eyes for a few precious seconds. “I missed you too,” The spy murmured into her neck, placing soft kisses on the pale skin of the stretch of her neck. “I was so scared…” Another flutter of lips. “…where did you go?” All anger and sadness had drained away, leaving only content at the warm figure up against him, and dragging weariness. He rested his head at the crook of her neck and yes he could feel the pull in a muscle in his shoulders but the sheer proximity was worth it.

“England. I got… A somewhat distressing call from home.” The Strat’s lips purse as her heart twinges. “It was like being shot at, I couldn’t…” She sighs. “England, back in Stafford. Things happened.” She shuffles and bites her tongue. “No torture, no death, no battle, no accident. A few REDs tried to blow up my train out, but they were… dealt with. No idea who they were.” She was fine. She is fine. She will be fine. She will not cry. She will not scream. Instead of berating herself, Bee drops her head back and takes a steady breath, calming her hurting heart. “I’m fine. What about you? I don’t… Love, you look awful.” Her worried fingers are back, flitting over the shadows across Ariel’s face. “When precisely was the last time you slept properly?”

theblueblondespy:

“It’s nothing, just thinking.” He rests his head on her shoulder and closes his eyes, willing the slight unsteadiness in his stance to pass, blindly resting his hands on her hips. After a moment he pulls back and takes her hand. The blonde moves a pile of profiles onto the coffee table, leading her to the sofa and to sit down. Mostly because he felt pretty shaky but the contact would be nice. He had to force himself to concentrate on the woman in his arms rather than the shadows bending about him and the twist of creeping anxiety and complete fatigue running through him.

The ginger sighs. She won’t push the matter, but she knows something is wrong. At the back of her mind, she knows that Ariel will probably tell her in his own time and that she should leave him to figure out whatever it is - it is, after all, what she’d want for herself. Do unto others and all that. She doesn’t present any resistance as Ariel pulls her down, taking comfort in the knowledge that the other  wasn’t about to leave her or hate her for leaving so suddenly as she settled herself against him. With a small hum of contentment, Bee lets herself relax fully, letting every worry, fear and care simply drain from her body. “I missed you, you know…”

rudywolfe:

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theblueblondespy:

“What you missed? I’m not really sure,” He gives a small laugh and waves a hand. “I’ve not been in touch really. Not much I think.” Ariel pushes her away slightly, hands tracing over her shoulders. His eyes shine with unshed tears and he touches her cheek again, trying to assure himself that this is real and not his mind running off the rails. “I need, I need to know whether you are alright. Then tea, and cuddles and whatnot.” Eyes flick back to somewhere behind her where a shadow curls in odd ways and the black bird silhouette returned to perch on the back of the sofa, he twitched his head to the side and blinked hard.

“I’m fine, love. I’m here, I’m alive, mostly unharmed - managed to fall over twice on the way back here, majorly embarrassed - and I’m home.” She smiles the first genuine smile in a long time as she blinks back the moisture in her eyes. Her hands trace her Spy’s face with familliar ease, fluttering over the (darker?) circles under his eyes, the scars, the pock-marks where shrapnel has scraped his flesh. It’s all so familliar and she’s missed it far too much for her own good. With a soft kiss, Bee rests her head on Ariel’s shoulder. As she does so, however, her eyes catch his as they gaze over her shoulder. “What’s wrong, love?”