nextgenerationmarvel | much needed vacation

The ride out to the beach house had been a breath of fresh air. Reiko had actually been talked out of her usual yukatas, and was wearing a sleeveless blouse and a long skirt tied at her hip, dip died so the bottom hem was a deep emerald green, and it faded to a softer green at her waist, the sandals she wore had no heel. On the way up they had stopped at a small mom and pop farm market.

Reiko was currently trying to decide to get an apple pie, something she had yet to try while in America, or something that was shipped from Pennsylvania called a 'Shoo-fly pie'. The woman at the bakery counter insisted that it was delicious but it just looked like a lot of sugar to her.

"What do you think Alistaire?" She took a small sip from her water bottle as she glanced up to see which he'd prefer. "Though the cherry pie looks good too." She gave a small grin. "Unless you think we've over done it already." Though she had behaved, the mesh market bag she carried wasn't that full, she had bought veggies for a light salad, and two small quail to cook for dinner. She was still debating on if she should do it as a hot pot, get it on the stove then unpack everything. Alistaire had told her that when they got to the house everything would be set up so they'd have power and gas to cook with.

"And did you find a wine you liked?" She trusted his taste with drinks.

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Alistaire smiles as he places his hands on her waist, squeezing greedily, but mindful not to be overeager, at her form. "Then let's begin." He presses his body to her, just for a moment, as pretense to moving away and past her. He knows his way around a kitchen well enough, but will let her handle the finer points of the cooking.

She blushed slightly, not wanting to have him pull away just yet, but she knew why he was pulling back. The same reason she had asked that they were alone.

She nodded a little at him. "So how do we want to do this? I was actually thinking of doing a Japanese style hot pot. Less dishes to clean up after. It sound good?"

"Whatever you want to make is fine with me, provided there's wine."

"Only because you can't get decent saki at spur of the moment here in America." She handed him the veggies. "Why don't you wash these I'll cut up the birds."

He gives a brief scowl of incomprehension at the vegetables, before shrugging and looking for a colander to clean them in. "Should I chop them or do you want them to go in whole?"

He watches her get to cooking, mentally appraising her knife-work.

She giggled a little. "If you want to cut them up sure, bite sized pieces if you can, or are you enjoying watching the doctor's handy work." She gave him a small grin.

"I was an assassin before a doctor after all."

"You're pleasant to watch."

Alistaire seems much more at ease once he's done cleaning and has knives of his own in hand. He holds one in each hand and makes short work of the vegetables.

"Your bedside manner hasn't suffered for it."

"Domo arigatou."

She chuckled a little. "Show off."

She smiled a little. "Never did like the killing unless it was from a distance. Drawback to my powers, I'm horribly sympathetic. Just glad that you don't find it as a weakness." She pushed one carved up bird away moving to the second.

"I'm more experienced at cutting meat. People focus too much on trying to sever bone. There's a certain knack you have to develop to deal with the tougher parts of tendons.." He starts commenting idly. "Maintaining your blade's edge is critical." He veers out of his little reverie to give her his full attention again.

"Your sense of sympathy is fascinating. It's not something I've been able to experience first-hand."

"Slice the tendons they can't move... Arteries and they bleed out, no need to even touch the bone to kill a human." She knew he was watching and continued to work at it.

"You're lucky then, it's... not easy to live with to be honest. I never feel what they're thinking, but I can see the pain and fear in their eyes if I have to torture someone. Something that I am glad you dealt with. I will return to that way if there's no other way to get things done, but only as a last resort, and I will not allow you to order me to do it." She glanced up. "It's the only thing I will refuse to follow." She steadied her eyes on him. "And that's the last I talk about shop this weekend." The cut up bird went into a pot and she checked the pantry finding chicken stock, pouring that into the pot she let it simmer for now.

"After all you wanted us to relax right?"

"I have other people I can ask to kill, if it comes to that. Reiko, I don't make any illusions to you about the sort of person I am, but I won't ever ask you to do anything you've said you don't want to. That's just bad business-sense. Find people who love what they do, and they'll walk barefoot through hell to do it for you."

He smiles, slightly. "I'm always relaxed. This trip is for your benefit, and I endeavor to... please."

She set the knife down, not looking at him for a moment. "I know you don't hide it from me. You haven't hidden that much from me since this began, I guess... I'm just waiting for everything to backfire." She looked up at him, studying his face a moment. "And it still feels weird to have someone care about me for me, not what I can do."

"Oh, with how it's been so far, I'm sure you might have to drag me back to the city. I might be too relaxed." She crossed to his side kissing his cheek before she went to see if she could find the pot she wanted without help. It would make sense to have it near the stove right?

His hands draw over her hips again, almost palpably hungry. "The city isn't where you make me think of dragging you, sensei..." Alistaire growls softly.

She gives a small yelp when he pulls her closer and hears his words. She bites her lip a moment.

"It may be a good thing that dinner has to simmer at least two hours then." She turned looking at him her arms slipping around him.

Alistaire turns them around and presses her to the wall, bringing his face to hers, but only gently resting his lips against hers.

"Yes."

He wants her to demand it.

When her back presses to the wall there is a very faint hint of fear in her eyes. Though it's gone just as soon as it was there, replaced with other emotions.

"Y-you know there's a risk I could really hurt you right? Are you willing to take it?" She doesn't want to even think about it unless he fully understands why she won't get this close to him in the city. There's just too much at risk with so many people around.

His pupils dilate at that expression of fear, before remembering that's the sort of thing he's trying to stop.

He draws his fingertips over her throat gently, letting the lip-movement of his words pressure against her. "I like touching things I'm not supposed to."

Her head tilts up as he lets his fingers dance over her throat. Her hand traces up to his hand entwining her fingers in his.

"Even when they're dangerous it seems." Her eyes close a moment. "Nearest neighbors should be out of range." She pulled him closer to her. "Dinner can wait."

"Yes, it can." He grabs her by the waist and picks her up, pinning her to the wall at eye level, kissing her fiercely.

She actually yelped when he picked her up, but wrapped her arms around his shoulders trusting he wouldn't drop her. His kiss was returned just as deeply.

much needed vacation

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