SC, Chp7
Title: Structured Complexity, 7/?
Author: rache14
Characters/Pairing: Megan/Larry, Charlie, Amita, Don, Alan
Summary: Charlie ponders Larry's behavior. Larry reconnects with someone.
"She knew all along," Charlie questioned. The group of six had settled down in the living room.
"Well, not from the very start, Charles," Larry began from his position on the floor, in front of Megan, who sat on the couch. "She was being kept in the dark, just like the rest of you. Until she found those flowers in my office..."
Megan grinned and loosely draped her arms around Larry's neck from behind. "We were planning to tell you soon, I just needed some time is all."
Don decided to voice the question that had been in his mind for a while now. "Do I need room on my team for another agent?"
"No, no. I'm still counseling in women's prisons, but I had a chance to transfer back to California and I just couldn't pass it up. The company here is too good." Her hands had slipped just beneath her lover's shirt collar and she began to gently rub his chest. The professor blushed vigorously and lightly gripped the woman's forearms, though it did nothing to still her movement.
While the others in the room certainly noticed the couple's antics, they chose not to make any comments. In fact, it appeared the only one to really acknowledge the pair at the moment was Amita, who of course found the action to be very sweet, the goofy smile on her face proving as much. After a beat or two of awkward silence, Alan's voice broke through. "Well, seeing as Mr. Free Spirit here doesn't have an actual home, where do you plan on staying, dear?"
"Oh, I'm renting an apartment in my old building again, for now," she explained. "So 'Free Spirit' has got a place to stay," she added, with a smile and a quick tousle of Larry's hair. The eldest Eppes man gave a soft smile of his own in response.
As the night progressed, the six of them eventually sat down to a "family" dinner filled with laughter. Don told of some of the more interesting happenings at the FBI, while Charlie and Amita shared stories of their own, most of which seemed to involve the mishaps of a certain lovable professor of Physics. Megan was bombarded with questions about what had been going on in her life. It was going on ten o'clock when Larry and Megan decided they'd better call it a night.
After they had shared hugs and goodbyes, Alan saw them out. "Well you know Megan, we'd be happy to have to have you over any time. Just don't become a stranger."
"Don't kid yourself, Alan. We all know you're too much of a family man to let that happen," she stated with a slight head shake. "Besides, I'm sure someone will bring me along about ninety percent of the time." She smiled at Larry as she thread her arm through his. The two said one last goodbye to all and then headed to the Model A parked out front.
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Shortly after arriving back at the apartment, Larry drew a bath. Knowing all too well just how long he'd spend in the water, Megan decided she might as well sit in. He was hesitant to agree at first, but was quickly won over with a little persuasion. If there was one thing better than spending his time in the bathtub alone, this would be it. And that is how they ended up as they were - she settled back against his chest, elbows resting upon his knees, as he'd drawn up his legs. Not much was spoken, which came as no surprise to Megan. The man was quite contemplative. Her head dipped back, coming to rest on his left shoulder. He jerked slightly as her long hair briefly tickled his bare abdomen. She laughed, gazing up at him. Finally, she spoke. "What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?"
"Oh, a little of everything and much of nothing at all," he deadpanned, with a shrug of one shoulder. Such a response may have upset someone looking for a straightforward answer, but Megan knew better than to expect one - it was one of the many things she loved about him.
Instead, she smiled and released a soft but amused, "Oh," turning her head a little more into his shoulder. "Anything you'd like to share?"
Once more, he looked pensive. "Well, actually, I was just pondering the M57 Nebula." Her smile remained. "Both of them, in fact..." he added, somewhat sheepishly.
The smile on her face turned into a full fledged grin, producing a shy smile from the professor. "You are so unbelievably sweet." She placed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Now, this nebula is going to get ready for bed. You coming?"
"Just a moment," he assured her. She gave a nod and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body, then left the room.
Larry entered the bedroom a moment later, as promised, in much the same fashion. He was very pleased at the sight of his lover's bedtime attire - the red cowgirl pajamas he was so fond of. She stood at the mirror, running a brush through her long honey brown locks. He donned his own clothing, sweat pants and an old CalSci t-shirt - the latter having also been worn by his girlfriend several times.
Noting his appreciative look, Megan grinned coyly. "Thought you might like these." His only response was a nod, accompanied by a smile of his own, making the woman laugh. She then shut the lights off and the couple slipped into bed. "Goodnight," Megan whispered against Larry's chest.
His arms came around her and he pressed a kiss to her head. "Goodnight, love."
Author: rache14
Characters/Pairing: Megan/Larry, Charlie, Amita, Don, Alan
Summary: Charlie ponders Larry's behavior. Larry reconnects with someone.
"She knew all along," Charlie questioned. The group of six had settled down in the living room.
"Well, not from the very start, Charles," Larry began from his position on the floor, in front of Megan, who sat on the couch. "She was being kept in the dark, just like the rest of you. Until she found those flowers in my office..."
Megan grinned and loosely draped her arms around Larry's neck from behind. "We were planning to tell you soon, I just needed some time is all."
Don decided to voice the question that had been in his mind for a while now. "Do I need room on my team for another agent?"
"No, no. I'm still counseling in women's prisons, but I had a chance to transfer back to California and I just couldn't pass it up. The company here is too good." Her hands had slipped just beneath her lover's shirt collar and she began to gently rub his chest. The professor blushed vigorously and lightly gripped the woman's forearms, though it did nothing to still her movement.
While the others in the room certainly noticed the couple's antics, they chose not to make any comments. In fact, it appeared the only one to really acknowledge the pair at the moment was Amita, who of course found the action to be very sweet, the goofy smile on her face proving as much. After a beat or two of awkward silence, Alan's voice broke through. "Well, seeing as Mr. Free Spirit here doesn't have an actual home, where do you plan on staying, dear?"
"Oh, I'm renting an apartment in my old building again, for now," she explained. "So 'Free Spirit' has got a place to stay," she added, with a smile and a quick tousle of Larry's hair. The eldest Eppes man gave a soft smile of his own in response.
As the night progressed, the six of them eventually sat down to a "family" dinner filled with laughter. Don told of some of the more interesting happenings at the FBI, while Charlie and Amita shared stories of their own, most of which seemed to involve the mishaps of a certain lovable professor of Physics. Megan was bombarded with questions about what had been going on in her life. It was going on ten o'clock when Larry and Megan decided they'd better call it a night.
After they had shared hugs and goodbyes, Alan saw them out. "Well you know Megan, we'd be happy to have to have you over any time. Just don't become a stranger."
"Don't kid yourself, Alan. We all know you're too much of a family man to let that happen," she stated with a slight head shake. "Besides, I'm sure someone will bring me along about ninety percent of the time." She smiled at Larry as she thread her arm through his. The two said one last goodbye to all and then headed to the Model A parked out front.
**************
Shortly after arriving back at the apartment, Larry drew a bath. Knowing all too well just how long he'd spend in the water, Megan decided she might as well sit in. He was hesitant to agree at first, but was quickly won over with a little persuasion. If there was one thing better than spending his time in the bathtub alone, this would be it. And that is how they ended up as they were - she settled back against his chest, elbows resting upon his knees, as he'd drawn up his legs. Not much was spoken, which came as no surprise to Megan. The man was quite contemplative. Her head dipped back, coming to rest on his left shoulder. He jerked slightly as her long hair briefly tickled his bare abdomen. She laughed, gazing up at him. Finally, she spoke. "What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?"
"Oh, a little of everything and much of nothing at all," he deadpanned, with a shrug of one shoulder. Such a response may have upset someone looking for a straightforward answer, but Megan knew better than to expect one - it was one of the many things she loved about him.
Instead, she smiled and released a soft but amused, "Oh," turning her head a little more into his shoulder. "Anything you'd like to share?"
Once more, he looked pensive. "Well, actually, I was just pondering the M57 Nebula." Her smile remained. "Both of them, in fact..." he added, somewhat sheepishly.
The smile on her face turned into a full fledged grin, producing a shy smile from the professor. "You are so unbelievably sweet." She placed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Now, this nebula is going to get ready for bed. You coming?"
"Just a moment," he assured her. She gave a nod and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body, then left the room.
Larry entered the bedroom a moment later, as promised, in much the same fashion. He was very pleased at the sight of his lover's bedtime attire - the red cowgirl pajamas he was so fond of. She stood at the mirror, running a brush through her long honey brown locks. He donned his own clothing, sweat pants and an old CalSci t-shirt - the latter having also been worn by his girlfriend several times.
Noting his appreciative look, Megan grinned coyly. "Thought you might like these." His only response was a nod, accompanied by a smile of his own, making the woman laugh. She then shut the lights off and the couple slipped into bed. "Goodnight," Megan whispered against Larry's chest.
His arms came around her and he pressed a kiss to her head. "Goodnight, love."