Log: Complete

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When: Dec.5, Early Morning
Rating: PG
Characters: Jr./Rubedo red_dragon_666 & Elena lady_turk
Summary: The morning of the family curse, Jr. and Elena fall into the role of married couple rather easily. Competive couple though. <3


After having spent several days in recovery now, he was actually 'up and at 'em' as they said. MOMO had done a great job of reattaching his arm so that he wasn't revived completely maimed... The only thing that hadn't been fixed was his eye. He had to say he did not enjoy the latest addition to his wardrobe.

Sure, they had stylish eye patches, but in the end, he still thought he looks like a damn pirate. If they had been in their own day and age, it would be easy to get him a synthetic eye that would be almost entirely impossible to tell if it was fake or not. But even though the City offered a lot, it just didn't have the right technology or equipment.

So. Eye patch it was. His depth perception still sucked major ass, though.

Fortunately, that didn't mean a thing when he was asleep! Which he currently was, as he'd been up all night reading about alchemy, and was currently draped across the couch with his boots propped up on an arm rest and a book over his face to keep the horrible early sunlight out of his eyes.

Warmth and contentment. That was the general feeling that was washing over Elena as she lay in bed, slowly going from one state to another. She blinked open her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light coming in from the window, but she wasn’t really awake just yet. Her brain was still fuzzy with the medicine she had taken last night and from just waking up. The only things that were registering were the fact that she was warm, her ankle and wrist didn’t hurt anymore, and that something seemed a bit…off. What, she couldn’t be sure of just yet, but something. Blinking once more, Elena yawned as she stretched and started going through some mental list of what was normal for the mornings to try and figure out what was off; and to wake herself up.

It wasn’t until she got out of bed that Elena finally figured out what it was that was off. The bed. She had woken up alone in bed. That was odd. Running a hand through her hair, Elena tried to remember just why she had woken up in bed alone in the first place. And also, where was her bedmate?

Walking out into the living room on her way to get some coffee, the blonde stopped as soon as she saw Jr. though. Then she remembered. Jr.! Well no wonder she’d gone to bed alone. Silly man, though he deserved it a bit. Making her worry like that.

Still though, it was no reason to hold a grudge. Not that she’d admit to it. Making coffee and offering it to him, hot and ready when he woke up would be enough. And maybe if he asked nice enough, she’d add breakfast to the list.

Even as dead tired as he had been, and as quiet as Elena could be, Rubedo couldn't sleep very long when other people were up and about. It was just how he had been raised.

Plus, who could sleep through the smell of coffee?

It roused him just enough to make him mutter, "Five more minutes," before attempting to roll over...onto nothing. The next moment there was a thump, followed by a loud oath.

Then he sat up and rubbed at his face in irritation. Had he fallen asleep in his clothes? On the couch, to boot? He really needed to stop getting so carried away with reading.

Something seemed...off. He glanced around. This wasn't his apartment, was it? Oh...wait... It was, right... And... someone was awake...but who could it be...

Oh! Right. He grinned, then called out, "Elena, the floor beat me up! I think I need breakfast in bed. Er. Couch."

“Actually I think the floor deserves a reward for doing me a favor,” Elena joked, appearing from the kitchen holding a mug of coffee. She smiled though, to take off any sting that her words might have left. There shouldn’t be any, but still… “Though I should at least say something about beating up on an injured man.”

Offering him the cup, Elena knelt down so that she was more on eye-level with Jr. Watching as he took the offered drink; she smiled and then sighed dramatically. All was right with the world now and things that had felt out of place earlier now felt right again. “My poor baby. Too injured to fight off the blows of the vicious floor. I guess you do deserve something for your troubles. How about you get back on the couch and I’ll make you whatever you want for breakfast.”

Her comment at first made him scowl a little bit as he took the coffee to drink. "I'm not injured anymore, damnit. All better!" As if to prove this, he stood up and flopped back on the couch. It was a miracle that the action didn't cause him to dump the coffee all over himself.

Then, Elena's offer made both eyebrows raise a bit. "Oh yeah?" That sounded tempting! But they both know he wasn't in any real pain anymore, so he couldn't help but be suspicious and set the mug down on the side table.

"What's the catch?"

Elena didn’t say a word as she watched Jr. redeem his affronted dignity, but the small smirk stayed on her lips at his display nonetheless. Though she probably would have laughed if his little stunt had caused him to get hot coffee on himself. As it didn’t though, she was just slightly amused at the whole scenario.

“The catch is,” Elena said, standing up and dropping a kiss to the top of his head. “That you’re going to be the one to do all the dishes afterwards while I go fix myself up. And then you’re going to have to convince me not to beat you up with a pillow for falling asleep on the couch while reading. Again.”

So saying, the blonde smiled and headed back towards the kitchen. “So now then. What would you like for breakfast?”

"Pillows aren't so tough," he mocked while watching her walk back off to the kitchen. Then, he realized he probably ought to take a shower, what with having slept in his clothes all night and all.

"Uhh... Hell if I know!" He hopped up off of the couch and finished his coffee so that he could slip past her in the kitchen to set the mug in the sink.

"Maybe you with a side of pancakes." Rubedo winked and was quick to reach out and slap a hand against her rear end before taking off at a dead run. He nearly dove into the bathroom, and sighed in relief once he had safely locked the door.

Last thing he needed was her punishing him while he showered.

If it had been anyone else but Jr., Elena would have beaten them with their own arm. As it was though, Elena’s face flushed, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of shock. And she while she wouldn’t beat Jr. with his own appendage, she was going to do something. But the timing had to be right for it. She did have to also give her reply to his lame, but rather endearing, one-liners.

Pancakes right? Well those wouldn’t take too long to prepare. With a smirk, Elena set to work mixing up the batter and setting a pan on the stove to heat up. Having a great deal of practice on her side, in no time at all, the blonde had reached a point where she could easily stop and leave the batter and stove unattended. She also applauded herself on her sense of timing as well. It wasn’t hard to make out the sounds of a shower running in the background. The smirk on Elena’s face had sent lesser men running in the past.

It was easy enough to pick the lock on the door, and even easier still to slip into the bathroom unnoticed. And then, with a quick flick of the wrist and than a dash back to the kitchen, Elena gave Jr. her, not-so-subtle statement about how she felt about having her ass slapped. She hoped he liked the cold.

He had been expecting some sort of retaliation, but not while he was in the shower. What about his dignity? His pride?

All was lost when he let out a scream and nearly got tangled in the shower curtain in his hurry to jump out of the way of the icy water while also managing to turn up the hot water.

When the heat finally returned, it took a moment for him to stop shivering, but then he was freakishly fast finishing his shower and sneaking into the bedroom, glancing around to make sure he wouldn't get ambushed. Then he stood there for a moment in confusion, water dripping from his hair.

Where were his clothes? Why did this feel...alien? Then, the moment passed, and he remembered they ought to be in the right side of the closet. Sure enough, there they were!

Rubedo was quick to dress and finish hand drying his hair. Then he tossed that onto the bed and began digging around in the dresser. Finding his one and only tie that matched his one and only suit, he held it carefully before opening the bedroom door a crack and peeking out.

He could see her setting the table, and waited until her back was turned before he silently crept out into the hallway. When she started to turn back again, he darted over to snag both of her arms before she could fully face him. With a grin, he used the tie to secure both wrists behind her back.

"THAT stunt totally cost you points, darlin'." A Turk she might have been, but his knot was secure, and it wasn't like he was going to torture her.

...Well, at least not the normal way.

For a moment, Elena forgot who Jr. was and her mind switched back into automatic mode. She already had one foot lifted to stomp down on her aggressor’s foot or hook her foot around their ankles to trip them up before delivering a kick, depending on which would be most effective. Her brain was jumping ahead in to prepare for a full-out fight and a thought flashed on who dared try to be so familiar with her, but that thought passed as soon as it had come. Once more, the familiar bit of amusement settled back over her mind and she quickly recognized the person as being Jr. So she settled for just kicking his shins a bit and twisting her way out of his grasp.

Testing and eyeing the bonds and finding them rather secure for being done as quick as they had been, Elena looked at Jr. and smirked. Really, she should have been expecting it after hearing all the commotions from the bathroom, especially that scream, but tying her up? That suggested other things besides their normal playful pranks.

“It was well worth a few points though,” Elena all but purred. Her voice didn’t drop or raise any, but she drew out her words and her tone carried more than just her amusement over the situation. Even while she talked, the blonde worked at the knots as best she could with her back away from Jr.’s eyes. “And points can be earned as well, right? Are there any kinds of stunts that I can pull to earn those points back, hm?”

Elena's very suggestion made him laugh before he covered his mouth, not wanting to wake up MOMO. The last thing they needed was her walking out and wondering why her mom was tied up.

"You wish! Get your mind out of the gutter...and cut that out." He reached around to slap at her hands before taking her arm and pushing her gently back. "You can just sit there." He pushed her into the chair. "Relax." Then he flopped into his own chair and pulled over the entire stack of pancakes to begin buttering them up.

"And watch me eat." Definitely extra syrup.

Elena indulged in a facial expression she rarely used. She pouted and blew at her bangs before glaring lightly at Jr. Well there went those plans to hell. She was losing her touch at this rate if she couldn’t even distract the redhead long enough to free herself. Before you knew it, she wouldn’t even be able to pick a person’s pocket without them noticing! Next time, she’d have to pick another means. Hm… Maybe if she… Yeah, no. He’d know something was up if she tried doing that.

Glaring once more at Jr., Elena sighed and leaned back into her chair, watching out of the corner of her eyes as he demolished the stack of pancakes. Least he liked them well enough.

“I hate you right now.” It was childish and immature, but damn if it didn’t feel satisfying as Elena stuck her tongue out at Jr.

Even though it seemed like he was concentrating on nothing but eating, which he was doing a lot of considering his size, he actually was keeping a careful eye on her out of the corner of his eye.

It was her last action that nearly made him choke on his pancakes out of laughter. Shaking his head, he took a swig of orange juice and scooted his chair closer to hers.

There, Rubedo lifted up his foot to prop it on the edge of her chair and leaned over with a bite-sized forkful of pancake, one hand underneath to avoid having syrup drip everywhere. He could just wash his hands afterward. Seeing Elena make a pouty face was worth getting a little sticky.

"No ya don't. You love me. Say 'aaahhh'."

He faltered, then, because even though it seemed easy enough, he was still adjusting to his lack in depth perception, and the last thing he wanted to do was stab her in the face with a fork. So he kept it what he judged was just close enough for her to lean over and take a bite.

And hopefully she wouldn't say anything about it.

What Elena thought about Jr.’s continued adaptation and coping with his new range of vision would remain a mystery because the blonde kept silent about the subject and acted no different than how she normally would have. If nothing else, she wouldn’t bring up the subject unless he brought it up first. And since he hadn’t, neither would Elena.

Sticking out her tongue one last time, Elena leaned forward and accepted the offering that was in front of her face. A bit more syrup than Elena would have put on her own pancakes, but not so much that the thing was saturated with the sticky stuff.

“You say that and yet you still felt the need to tied me up,” Elena retorted. Then, letting out a fake dramatic sigh, the blonde went on, seemingly on a random tangent. “MOMO’s going to wonder just what you’re thinking when she sees us like this. She’s going to think her parents are into this sort of thing and then we’ll have to send her to therapy so she can talk to someone about how disturbing it is to see one of her parents all tied up like this.”

Over batting her eyelashes comically, Elena finished with a playful pout. “I might love you Jr., but I’m not paying for MOMO’s therapy bills.”

"Pffft. Considering the crap the City throws at us every day, I doubt seeing me feed you pancakes is gonna traumatize her any." Still, he did think maybe he ought to untie her now. Surely the game was over and she wouldn't retaliate, right?

Licking off the syrup that had dripped onto his hand, he thought about that for a moment before he set the fork down and stood up. Keeping a careful eye on her, he moved around behind her and leaned over to untie the knots.

"Oh, nice job," he mused as he pulled the tie off and rubbed at her wrists a bit to make sure the struggling hadn't bruised her any. "You even managed to loosen them a bit. I should have used hand cuffs."

“You’d actually be worse off with using handcuffs,” Elena stated, smiling a little once her wrist were no longer bound. The little bit of rubbing was nice too, in its own way. “Once you know the trick with cuffs, it’s easy as anything to get them off. Knots are harder to undo without practice and if the person knows what they’re doing.”

“And now I believe it’s my turn to have a go at the shower while you do the dishes.” The game wasn’t over, not yet at least. It was merely taking a bit of a pause. Just long enough for Elena to get her own shower in. And think of something halfway decent to get back at Jr. with. Maybe she’d give him a taste of his own medicine?

Ah whatever. She’d think of something while she was in the bathroom. Till then, truce would remain.

With a grin, Rubedo reached up and affectionately ruffled her hair. It was already a bit messy, anyway, since she hadn't had her own shower yet.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. See you in a few hours." He knew she didn't take nearly as long as some girls in the shower, but it was always such an easy thing to poke fun at.

And there was no wiping the grin off his face as he picked up the dishes and marched into the kitchen. So what if he had to wash dishes? He'd gotten his real revenge before even stepping out of the shower.

He had used up the last of Elena's shampoo and conditioner.