nextgenerationmarvel | Valentine's Day ((Open))

"They could when they involve your tank."

"You filled it with strangely clear and salty tapioca?" He wasn't quite sure where this was going.

"Not exactly."

She took him by the hand and lead him towards the room where his tank lived then stepped aside so he could see. She had entirely upgraded the tank. Any items on his tank wishlist had been purchased as were supplies to keep everything perfect.

And a rubber ducky.

Not exactly meant he tried to figure out what exactly she meant. What did she fill it with then?

He ran through the interesting yet hard to breathe substances in his head as he was lead to his bedroom. Well bed and tank room. It was hard to sleep in the tank if Alexa was in the same room.

He blinked at his upgraded tank and the supplies. Remi let go of Alexa's hand to inspect it. It definitely looked... sleeker than what he had coddled together. Obviously the work of Alexa.

He poked at the rubber ducky and watched it float and bob. "Hmm. Definitely better than clear, salty tapioca," he admitted with a slight grin.

"So you like it? Is it okay?" She watched him carefully. "We do need to talk about your aversion to pudding, though."

"That depends... am I allowed to touch it? The whole no touching technology edict and all." He smashed one expensive phone in a fit of anger, and he got in trouble with the hot scientist woman. Though he was mostly teasing.

"And pudding is nice to eat, not breathe."

"Of course you can touch it. I think I may have figured out how to protect technology from your innate ability to destroy it. This is good, both for the tank and for our relationship."

"Innate ability, huh?" He chuckled. "It's called me losing my temper. As long as you don't infer I'm an ignorant moron, your technology and our relationship are safe. Though I would like to have a phone again..."

He scratched his ear. His brow furrowed a bit. He had never really mentioned what the rift between him and his dimensional half-sister was. Remi cleared his throat. "Thank you for the gift. I'll go in the tank naked for you."

"Will you? I might have to jump in there with you if you're going to do that..."

"Of course," he replied with a smirk and a shrug. He started to reach to remove his shirt and paused.

"Right now? It's probably good for the baby for you to hop in the tank with me."

"Your water isn't that warm. It's not exactly a hot tub. Might be comfy." She smiled. "You know, you don't always have to default to getting undressed around me. I love you for more than naked activities."

Even though she said he didn't have to, Remi started to pull his shirt off. Until she dropped the l-bomb on his naked midsection. Then his arms jerked a bit and caught his head in the shirt he was removing. Which choked him slightly as the collar caught under his chin.

He staggered back as he struggled to get free. Hitting the tank threw off his balance even more. He hit the floor with an "wonlph."

"Hey, you okay?" Alexa hurried to his side. That sound was loud enough that the floor-hitting probably hurt a bit. Maiming him was the last thing she had planned.

Being solidly built, he could ignore the dull throbbing where his elbow his something on the way down. His side twinged, too. Neither was a big concern as he struggled to get his shirt off his head.

He managed to get it off with only very slight ripping. He blinked at Alexa. "Oui, coum ci coum ça."

Though he was having a weird sensation of all the blood trying to rush to his face and then away from it.

"You're...flushed."

Oh.

"Shit. This is my fault."

He reached out to take her hand. The last thing he needed right now is her to flee away from him.

"Mo pa comprend ou." He closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. "I... uh, did this all on my own."

"Well, yeah, you fell all on your own, but I caused the surprised that lead to it." He caught her hand before she could escape his presence and she didn't try to pull away. Yet.

"I should come with a warning label, huh?"

"I don't think the warning label I'd make for you should be read by other men," he answered with a slight smile. Then he swallowed. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"I... I'm sorry my reaction's not... it's not what you deserve. I'm just... I've never..." He winced. He wasn't finding the right words.

"I know. You're not from here, this isn't your thing, and I keep knocking you off guard...this time, literally."

She waved her free hand dismissively and attempted (badly) to play it all off. Just smooth it over, come up with a reason to need to disappear for a few hours to shake it all of, act like it never happened...and hope the puffy eyes from cryface would be at a minimum.

"I'll work on keeping things to a minimum. Especially now that you've actually fallen down. Are you sure you're okay? You're wincing."

"It has nothing to do with where I'm from. It's more what I am. I've never... I'm not..."

He licked his lips. Words weren't this hard with anyone else. Why the hell could he not find the right thing to say to Alexa?

"I'm wincing because I'm ruining this. I've never even tried to be in a relationship before. I default to sex because it's what I know. I never found anyone who could keep me from wandering away to someone else until you." He took a deep breath and hard time making his next words above a whisper. "And you love me."

"Yes. I do love you. It surprised me, too."

She did it again! This time he managed to take it with less color change in his face. He tried to carefully get off the floor without knocking Alexa over or letting go of her hand.

"Then let's just say I took the fall of surprise for the both of us."

Valentine's Day ((Open))

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