For Dick: Let them break their hold over me

[misformutant]

She hadn't seen him in a few days. He hadn't been at training, hadn't been near her and whilst his constant and somewhat annoying company wasn't missed in the slightest she still felt- what, lonely? No. She was fine on her own. She felt something and something was more then she was used to giving to feeling about anyone. She'd wrapped up as warm as

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[cantstopmoving]

Curled into the couch with a book on the Russian futurists and a cup of tea, Dick's not eager to go into the cold. Even for Monet.

He does get up and go to the door to open it and call down, "Come on up, beautiful. Unless you're here for Roy." Since Roy's out scouting.

[misformutant]

Just move your arse.

Making sure she looked perfect, not a hint of weakness or perspiration-Monet climbed up and shut the door behind her firmly as if she could block out the cold inside of her. Whilst she feld cold, so cold, she was in fact burning up though that was quite easily disguised by her flushed cheeks from the walk over.

"No, strangely enough Roy wasn't who I was looking for." Monet said stiffly, looking at him pointedly.

[cantstopmoving]

Hm. Annoyed. He can fix that.

Sliding his arm around her waist, he pulls her through the door and closes it behind her. "Wouldn't want to let the chill in," he teases her, then presses a soft kiss to her forehead. "What's got you in a--"

Hot. Burning up. He lifts his hand to cup her cheek and frowns. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

if she wouldn't have let him get close enough to touch her, I can break up the tag and go a different direction. He's not likely to yell at her if he knows she's sick, except for being stupid enough to get sick, which is fine with me.

[misformutant]

At the accusation she looks at him like he's possibly lost his mind. She'd spent enough time in the ICU at the Academy to warrent her own bed but she'd never truly been ill. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had a cold let alone the flu or anything more severe then that.

"Because I haven't exactly seen you, have I?" Monet said irritatedly pulling back from his hand touching her skin. She felt cold inside, she didn't feel hot at all. "And I'm not sick, I don't get sick."