heroslayer | i hope i didn't bore you with the story of my life (rp for <lj site="livejournal.com" user="headofap

He'd let her sleep until somewhere nearing nine o'clock the next morning, occupying his own time spent awake thumbing through a book, sure that it was the safest of all of his options. She'd gotten up, surprisingly without complaint, taken a few minutes to get her bearings, then slipped out the door to bring back the breakfast she'd promised him the night before. He wasn't sure why she hadn't asked what he'd wanted, whether she figured they liked the same things or if she'd simply forgotten, but it had amused him just the same.

Returning to the couch, a hint of a smile on his face, he'd pulled his book back into his lap and waited for her to return. And some twenty minutes later she had, carrying two take-out plates full of surprisingly decent pancakes and a half gallon of ice cream -- for the pancakes, of course. They'd moved into the kitchen and she'd pestered him into telling the rest of his life story as they ate.

Now out of words, or at least things he could talk about without having to edit immensely, the sat in silence as they finished up their breakfast. After a moment, though, he couldn't help but suggest, "Your turn."

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And the smile earned him a peck. Not what she had originally intended, but this was better. "Now. You should...do something fun. Do you ever do fun things while flying, or just get from point A to point B?"

He stole a quick kiss back, done trying to rationalize whether or not this was appropriate for now, then looked out over the city. "Usually it's just point A to point B, but I haven't really tried it out much."

He'd just recently gotten his body back from the ghost of Nathan Petrelli, after all.

Appropriate or not, it was fun. Surprisingly fun, the headache from earlier completely forgotten as her focus was on him, and enjoying him. And the flying. "Ah, right. The body thing. Maybe we should celebrate that. Have a bit of fun. Let loose - but no dropping me."

She turned to gaze in the direction he was, and then turned again; this time the stolen kiss was longer. "You look like having some fun could do you some good."

"What kind of fun?" Fun for him had been the murder they'd just committed -- he'd needed that -- but if she had another suggestion, he'd hear her out. Particularly if it involved her kissing him again.

"Well, I had been thinking something with the flying thing and fun things you can do while doing just that, but what do you find fun?" She licked her lips, the smile on them coy. "But what do you think is fun?"

He nodded down to the city. "You've seen my idea of fun."

"That's your only idea of fun?" A raised brow. "I don't think that would be a good idea, though. I mean -- if you wipe out everyone, what are you going to do when you urges start again in a month? You won't have anything to satisfy them with. So...we'll have to pace them out."

Her grip around him tightened again. "So. Anything else?"

"More or less." He shifted a bit in midair, spinning them slowly and idly. "All work and no play. You know how it is."

Or, well, he hoped she did. He'd been the exact same way when he'd been just a watchmaker, after all.

"I don't drink -- not that it would do anything for me if even if I was an alcoholic. I don't smoke like my father did." He stopped for ice cream occasionally and caught the few and far between movie when he felt it necessary to spend the night in cheap motels rather than staying on the move, but other than that? He shrugged. "Maybe you could show me something else."

"All too well."

She fell silent for a moment then as they spun, looking down at the city beneath them as she tried to think of something to suggest for them to do.

"I'd suggest getting something to eat, and then...I don't know. Going to a movie or something, but that'd sound remarkably like a date." She paused for a moment. Really, she was used to just curling up with a good book and having fun by herself, but that was hardly "fun" for anyone else. "Could go somewhere. Wherever. Just for a night. Have fun."

His mind drifted to the Carnival -- he'd have to get back there, one of these days, just to see what he could claim as his own -- but he didn't mention it. He didn't particularly feel like dealing with whatever reaction his triumphant return drew from the 'family', and even beyond that, it felt a little campy and a little too much like a date, just like the movie she'd suggested. He may have been alright with kissing her, but dating? Even beyond the whole She Is Me thing, he didn't do dates. Not now, not ever.

"You have anywhere in mind?" he asked, finally. "I'm sort of -- drawing a blank."

"I'd like a little demonstration of everything that you can do, personally." She hummed thoughtfully for a moment, one of the hands that was up around his neck starting to twirl its fingers in the hair there. "Let you show off a bit, and all. But...I'm completely okay with just a night in. Doing...stuff."

Up until now, he'd been exceedingly cautious about what he'd shown her of what he could do, not wanting to have his skull ripped open the second he turned his back. She'd had more than a few chances already, though, and he was feeling too good -- too powerful -- at the moment to care much, and so he shrugged. "We can stay in for awhile, I'll show you what I can do, and then we'll decide how we feel after that."

He figured they wouldn't go out afterward, but there was no problem leaving the night open-ended anyway.

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